7 The face of the statue of Beauty Walking at Night has very rough skin, which can be interpreted as the result of fighting on the border all year round. There is no usual fierce and murderous look in his eyes, nor is there the sadness of being away from home and missing his wife and children. There is only a look in his eyes.
The idiom "wanting to see through" was the first thing that popped into my mind when I saw his eyes.
"He is looking far away? Where is he looking far away?"
I took another step back and looked at the direction the statue was facing, which happened to be the middle dividing line between the west and the north.
In fact, it makes no sense for me to make such a blind guess. He may have been placed casually in the living room on the second floor by the previous owner. The direction is facing the northwest for the sake of neatness and pleasing to the eye. It has no special meaning at all.
"Where does the sound of bubbling water come from? Is there some hidden waterway that leads directly to the Eye of the Sea?"
I don’t know if Japan has an “eye of the sea”, but from Su Lun’s research on Tanino’s identity, I have read such details: On the grasslands of Outer Mongolia, there are some small moving lakes, which the locals call
"Eye of the Sea". The large lakes cover nearly a thousand square meters, while the small ones are only a dozen square meters. They appear and disappear at any time. It is said that these elusive lakes will continue to connect to the vast eastern and northern seas, which are surrounded by
Russia’s eye on the ocean…
It was through the movements of tens of thousands of sea eyes that Tan Ye discovered more than a dozen underwater tombs of prairie princes and nobles in Inner Mongolia and Outer Mongolia (the Mongolian People's Republic of China), making a huge discovery that shocked the world of tomb robbing.
Discover.
When the eye of the sea appears, people staying nearby will definitely hear the "gurgling" sound of water bubbles first, because the water flows out of a narrow channel and is bound to carry a lot of air with it, causing countless accidents.
blister.
I wiped the cold sweat off my face and held the lotus key in another hand. I really wanted to ask Xiao Kereng to come up and listen together. If I hadn’t experienced such a weird thing personally, no matter what others said, I would
They wouldn't believe it, just like Xiao Kereng's attitude towards me.
The sound of bubbling suddenly disappeared again, like a tape that suddenly came to an end and stopped abruptly. My heart, which had been suppressed for a long time, slowly relaxed and I took a long breath. Only then did I realize that all the muscles in my body were exhausted due to excessive stress.
It was tense and sore, especially in the neck. Because I had been half-looking up at the statue's face, the pain in the back of my neck was unbearable.
The sun is shining brightly outside the window, but there is a ghostly atmosphere inside.
The hours on the dial are represented by stars. Just like ordinary clocks, there are four stars inlaid at twelve o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, and nine o'clock on the left and right sides. What is more eye-catching is that the outer shell of the clock
, the hands and the hem are all made of bronze, which is relatively rare.
I looked at the key in my hand, lifted it up by mistake and inserted it into the winding hole on the left side.
The clicking sound should be the sound of the Lotus key meshing with the base gear inside. This hole is for fully powering the spring, and the other is for making the pendulum sound.
The sound of bubbles coming and going suddenly made me think it was a dream.
Xiao Kereng called downstairs: "Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng, Sister Su Lun's phone number, please come down and answer the phone..."
Because of Xiao Kereng's sudden interruption, I stopped studying the statue and accidentally left the key on the dial. This unintentional mistake played an unexpected role in fueling the strange incident.
In fact, I should call Su Lun first to report that he is safe. If there is one person in the world who really cares about me, it should definitely be Su Lun, and it can only be Su Lun.
I quickly jumped down the stairs, reached the corner, turned over and jumped down, falling to the ground as lightly as cotton wool blown by the wind. Although I didn't mean to show off, it already made the Yasuko sisters couldn't help showing expressions of utter admiration on their faces.
The phone was placed on the small square table on the side of the sofa. It was a huge antique phone in ivory white, with the handset and base both glowing with an elegant sheen.
Xiao Kereng was holding the receiver and was narrating something in a low voice with a mischievous smile on his face.
I took the receiver, and Su Lun's gentle and peaceful voice rang out: "I heard from Xiao Xiao that everything is going well, and the value of the Xunfuyuan industry has been sought after?"
Across the distance in time and space, Su Lun's voice still fascinated me, and I couldn't help but smile: "Yes, I am being sought after, but we don't seem to be short of the money. Su Lun, do you really want me to dig it up?"
Three feet below the ground, discover the secret of Xunfu Garden?"
When two people are as close as we are, you can tell what the other person is thinking by saying a word or even a few words.
Su Lun was silent for a while, seeming to be flipping through some information, making a scraping sound on the pages, and then said: "Brother Feng, it is indeed the case. My brother's will specifically mentioned Xunfu Garden, which proves that he has no interest in that villa complex.
Full of curiosity. We all know that in the fifteen years since Hero Yang Tian disappeared, my brother has only been interested in clues related to finding the whereabouts of Hero Yang Tian. According to my analysis, something... Well, or
Whether it is written materials or objects and decorations, they may become the key entry point in this matter. Therefore, after I finish handling the matter at hand, I will fly to Japan to meet you."
With Su Lun here, I feel that I have a strong backing in everything I do, and no one can replace this.
In front of Xiao Kereng and Sister Anzi, I couldn't say anything more affectionate. I just smiled and asked: "What is so important?"
Su Lun's voice became obviously depressed: "It's like this. One of my brother's properties in mainland China, a private museum near Xianyang, Xi'an, was looted by thieves. The agent there called and asked for the amount of the loss.
Up to 200 million U.S. dollars. In fact, money is a trivial matter. The key issue is a set of mysterious bronze keys. Alas, my brother has said countless times that each of those twelve keys should hide a secret. Once it flows into the public
, a catastrophe will occur.”
I have seen pictures of that set of keys. They are the oldest and most primitive form, specially used for large locks in the late Song Dynasty and early Yuan Dynasty. They are thirty centimeters long and two centimeters in diameter. The key handles are cast with twelve zodiac signs.
It looks like the scalpel was purchased from a tomb robber at a total cost of 120,000 yuan.
In an antique atlas of Scalpel, there was such a record about the zodiac key - "Twelve people, holding the keys separately, inserted twelve locks at the same time, and the heaven after tomorrow collapsed and the earth opened."
This is a strange story without beginning or end. What does "the sky collapse and the earth open" mean? Does it mean that as long as the twelve locks are opened, an earth-shattering earthquake and great destruction will occur? In this case, is it still possible?
There is no need to open it properly, lest all living beings in the world suffer another disaster.
"Su Lun, do you believe that?" I asked with a smile.
"Maybe! My brother once said that Xi'an Xianyang is the place where dragons gather in the world. Any grass, soil, or water there will have immeasurable research value. Ninety-nine percent of the legends about Xi'an
All of the above have their magical origins and are worthy of a lifetime of study.”
I hummed, doubting this statement.
In Xi'an, what attracts the attention of tomb robbers the most is that, apart from the real Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, there is nothing else that can make a loud noise.
Su Lun smiled again on the other end of the phone: "This sentence is just my brother's paraphrase. The person who really summed up this sentence is - the 'King of Tomb Robbers' Yang Tian."
I was so ashamed that I had been too trusting just now. Let alone my eldest brother Yang Tian, I should not have blindly doubted the scalpel. These two eldest brothers and seniors have developed the tomb robbing industry into a superb industry.
They are an art, and every word they say is completely glorious truth. How can I, a young boy like me, be allowed to laugh at it at will?
When my eyes fell on the fireplace again, Su Lun asked worriedly: "According to Xiao Xiao, you had a strange experience in Xunfu Garden? Or... you were too tired and had auditory hallucinations?"
Xiao Kereng definitely didn't say anything nice about me, and of course he didn't take the sound of bubbling seriously.
I agreed vaguely, chatted for a few more words, and ended the conversation.
Xiao Kereng stood in front of the mural on the front, folding her arms and being lost in thought. Offending Watanabe City was indeed enough to give her a headache. This hole would definitely take some effort to make up for.
I originally wanted to tell her about the sound of water bubbles coming from behind the statue, but when I thought about her attitude towards this matter from beginning to end, I immediately held back the words that had already reached my lips.
The day passed in a hurry. I went through all the documents and materials about Xunfu Garden. Those were just routine government documents, which did not help in digging out the secrets of the villa.
Xiao Kereng's brows were always frowning, and even his short hair had lost its vitality and looked languid.
At dusk, Sister Anzi laid dinner in advance, and then the three of them were leaving.
This villa doesn't even have a basic TV, refrigerator, or kitchen, which I'm really not used to. Of course, the mountains of books on the second floor are enough for me to read, but I'm just not interested in them yet.
Xiao Keleng pretended to smile: "Mr. Feng, if there are any problems at night, please call the police. The number is 110——"
In fact, everyone knows that in such a remote place, if something really happens, what is supposed to happen will have already happened before the police come.
She pointed to the coffee table surrounded by the sofa: "There are emergency weapons under there, which should be able to withstand it for a while. If there is any movement here, I will rush to the rescue as soon as possible. Don't worry."
Before that, she had invited me to spend the night in a neighboring villa to avoid giving potential enemies an opportunity, but I politely declined. I am not a timid person, and my goal is to be a new generation "
"The King of Tomb Robbers", the more important things you encounter, the more you can hone and stimulate your potential.
Xiao Kereng and the others left, and the door of the manor slowly closed.
I turned on the big light in the living room, returned to the sofa, leaned over and groped under the coffee table. I could tell by the feel of my hand that there was a single-barrel five-shot shotgun and a box of extended bullets taped under the coffee table.
The shotgun is manufactured by the German military industry and is specially used for forest hunting of large animals. With this orthodox military-grade bullet, it is powerful enough. Many security guards in European factories are equipped with this kind of weapon, which is very powerful.
The failure rate is low and it is very handy.
The Japanese government has very strict controls on firearms and ammunition, but this is only done in a few international metropolises such as Tokyo and Osaka. In the remote mountainous areas of Hokkaido, the police force is simply not enough to monitor all aspects. Therefore, the private gun ownership rate
It has reached an alarming level.
I had no appetite and leaned on the sofa, facing the fireplace.
"What was originally contained in the box of this statue? Judging from the gorgeousness of the inner walls of the box, it doesn't look like it was made randomly to show off." I scratched my hair, puzzled, got up and walked upstairs.
The bronze sword doesn't look like a show, I think it can definitely be pulled out.
As a martial arts practitioner, I have a special preference for cold weapons, especially the sword, which is known as the "King of Weapons". I don't practice much in swordsmanship, and my thoughts are basically a combination of Chinese and Western -
—I like ancient Chinese swords, but in sword fighting, I prefer the practicality of Western swordsmanship.
Two years ago, in Chinatown, Los Angeles, USA, I saw a pair of bronze swords priced at 100,000 U.S. dollars. The sword was divided into two handles, one long and one short. According to the owner of the antique shop where the sword was sold,
It is the legendary "Mandarin Duck Sword" that King Gou Jian of Yue awarded to the hero Fan Li and the beauty Xi Shi after his victory and restoration.
The bronze sword was extremely sharp. When the boss was demonstrating on the spot, he put a brand new heavy-duty high-density towel on the blade and swung the sword out of thin air. The towel broke with a sound. It was much more powerful than the "hair-breaking" that was used to describe famous swords in ancient times.
Already...
My thoughts were a little confused, and many unrelated past events came to mind.
Past experiences are like detailed notebooks, clearly recorded in my mind and never forgotten. When I was a child, my teacher once marveled at my "photographic memory" when I was studying. I had memorized all the texts in the book.
After that, I could recite it verbatim at any time within half a year.
I don’t know if my eldest brother Yang Tian has any outstanding physical abilities, but my hearing, vision, and memory always surprise me.
The clock was still open, and I couldn't help but laugh: "I was so panicked when I went downstairs just now! Did I look forward to hearing Suellen's voice so much after I left Egypt?"
Compared with Tie Na, Su Lun is not enthusiastic or open enough, but I just like her Chinese lady and classical atmosphere. Although I don't admit it, subconsciously, I really started to miss her as soon as we were separated.
There were no lights on on the second floor, dusk had fallen, and the room seemed slightly dim. The bronze statue was glowing with a cold light, which indeed made it feel a bit eerie.
I stood in front of the statue, kicked his right leg, and laughed to myself: "Friend, can't your sword be shown to others? It's not a good thing, so why hide it?"
The leather shoes hit the bronze, making a "pap-pap-pap" sound. This is a genuine bronze product. A statue must weigh more than a ton. Moving and turning it is by no means an easy and pleasant task.
I glanced out the window inadvertently, and I saw a man walking to the gate of the villa, looking over here. At the fork of the road one kilometer south of the gate, there was the stretched Mercedes-Benz parked. It was strange that this person walked to the entrance of the villa.
The person at the door turned out to be Guan Baoling, the queen of heaven and beauty who had visited the villa in the morning.
"How could it be her?" I rubbed my eyes, almost suspecting that there was something wrong with my vision.
However, something even weirder happened. After Guan Baoling was sure that no one was in the yard, she actually raised her hand and grabbed the iron branch on the door. She made a quick pull-up, slowly climbed up the iron door, and stepped in.
Then let go and fall to the ground.
In her filmmaking experience, she once made a record of cooperating with the famous Hong Kong action star "Big Brother" in a martial arts film. If it weren't for the fact that she was not dressed neatly, her movements when climbing over the iron gate would definitely be much more free and easy. At this time, under her feet
She was still wearing high heels, but her ankle was obviously twisted when she landed on the ground. When she walked towards the main entrance, her right foot was already limping.
The light on the second floor is very dark, so she will definitely not notice that I am watching her from the window.
"What is she going to do? She is such a beautiful woman, is she going to be a thief?" I muttered in a low voice in extreme confusion.
The light on the avenue was dim, but she kept walking toward the front door, holding her head high, and she didn't look like a gentleman at all.
I quickly went downstairs, walked to the door, opened the door with a sigh, and let the light in the room reach down to the steps.
Guan Baoling seemed to be taken aback, but she still walked straight forward. When she stood at the bottom of the steps, she raised her head and asked in a weak but calm tone: "Is it Mr. Feng?"
Under the light, her watery eyes were like two beautiful rare gems, flashing with a charming grace. When she raised her head, her snow-white neck was exposed, revealing her stern determination to look forward to death.
I was surprised by her attitude, as if there was blood all over the Xunfuyuan Villa.