When I made up my mind, I suddenly realized that I was really getting deeper and deeper into this matter and had to face many situations that I didn't want to face.
This feeling made my impression of my father even more vague. Looking back at the letter he left me, I became more and more convinced that in fact, when he left me the letter, he seemed to have foreseen what was going to happen in the future, so he
Will encourage me in that way.
The disappearance of the cold-faced man's body made the two of us even more unable to stay still. Even a person like Zhao Yingjun would be scared. We didn't care about doing anything else. We drilled through the tunnel from space, and then followed the shore of the underground lake.
Ashore. This time, there were no accidents on the way. When we arrived at the underground exit, Zhao Yingjun looked carefully because we were not sure whether the Russians were gathered in the camp. When we climbed to the slope and looked down,
I feel a little surprised. Not to mention the Russians, even their camp is missing.
The camp disappeared very completely. All kinds of equipment and materials, including the fragments of blood-patterned pottery covered by the tents, disappeared without a trace, leaving no traces. It was as if no one had ever been stationed here. Originally, Russia
It's a good thing for us that the person disappeared, as we don't have to worry about being discovered by the other party and causing conflicts. But they must have left before they finished their work, which made me feel very uneasy.
Why did they withdraw suddenly? If they didn't have to leave, I don't think the Russians would have done this. The mountains and fields in front of me seemed to be covered with an invisible fog.
"Why did they leave so suddenly?"
"I don't know." Zhao Yingjun lay next to me and thought for a while, then said: "Don't blame me for deliberately scaring you. Think about it, a team with so many people and weapons. As long as the troops are not coming, who will they follow?
They can fight for a while, but they just left like this. I wonder if something scared them away?"
"Didn't you f*cking mean to scare me?" I suddenly became nervous, and even had more terrifying thoughts: "Do you think they left on their own, or... or are they all dead?"
"If people die, the camp will not be cleared away. Don't worry so much and leave quickly."
The more eerie silence there was, the more unsafe it felt. Zhao Yingjun and I were both a little agitated. We stopped discussing messy things and carefully groped our way out of the mountain. I wonder if we were lucky. From here
We walked all the way to the outside of the mountain and didn't even encounter anything serious. Logically speaking, Zhao Yingjun and I should go to the village outside the mountain to settle down and renovate, but because of Li Shunzi, we gave up this idea.
He left immediately.
Without further ado, we took the bus to Ningxia, and then went to a store of Jin Ping Mei in Wuzhong. The so-called store is a term used in their circle, and I don’t really understand it. Several of the guys at the store deal with local antiques all year round.
For those who were dealing with it, Zhao Yingjun took out the box and showed it to them.
The box is easy to identify, because the handicrafts of each era, including daily necessities, have fixed characteristics. Nowadays, almost all the pits in various places have been dug by people. There are very few cultural relics before the Han Dynasty. The clerk on the handicap did not look at it much.
, I am sure this is the real thing. It’s hard to say the exact price, but the age can be completely determined.
"Brother Zhao, it's hard to talk about this thing." The guy at the counter looked at the silk painting and said: "It's not unique, the painting style is also very unique, and it has been maintained and maintained for so many years. How can I say,
Cultural relics are sometimes carelessly maintained by inexperienced people, which is actually a kind of damage, and the original features are lost. However, they must be old things. I estimate that they are very old, from the Han, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties.
I have seen many calligraphy and paintings, but the style is completely different from this one.”
"You mean, before the Han Dynasty?"
"It's just a rough estimate." The guy smiled and said, "What's the matter, Brother Zhao, money is tight?"
"Get out of here, you motherfucker. I'm not worth this picture even if you're a lousy guy."
After arriving in Wuzhong, we immediately contacted Jin Pingmei. He was accompanying his wife to give birth in Hunan. If it was an ordinary matter, he would definitely not move, but it was different when it came to the ghost curse. Ya was also a victim. Wait.
Find a way to survive. We didn't say much on the phone, he promised to come right away.
I turned on my phone again and looked for my dad's number among the jumbled call reminders, but this time, he didn't contact me. Chen Yu had called many times and sent many text messages. It could be seen that
She will try to contact me almost every once in a while. Looking at her number, I think of her.
It's hard to say what love is. I feel like I'm serious about her. I haven't been serious about her in so many years. This time I am serious about her, but I picked the wrong person. But I can't control my feelings. When it wants to give, I can't stop it.
live.
I thought, let time pass by and let this feeling slowly fade away.
Uncle Lai also called, but after I intentionally avoided him a few times, I suddenly didn’t know how to talk to him anymore. I had nothing to say about him, and I was very dedicated. I guess it was better for my dad to stay.
The note invisibly influenced me. I hesitated for a long time and finally didn’t contact him.
Two days later, Jin Pingmei arrived. As soon as the two parties met, they discussed the matter in detail. Jin Pingmei was also very interested in this. But when it came to sending people to squat down and prepare to catch the cold-faced man's companions, Jin Pingmei was in a dilemma.
If it were put when his father-in-law was in charge, this might not be a problem, because they had many people at that time, and there were a few fierce men with very famous names. However, something happened in the middle, and these people were gone.
.Jin Pingmei thought that the cold-faced man's accomplices would probably be difficult to deal with. Sending ordinary associates there would not work, but would mess things up.
I wanted to say that I would let the fat bald man go over, but it would definitely not be appropriate for me to say this. Zhao Yingjun had no inhibitions, as if he knew what I was thinking, he made the request with a grin, and he also said
He would call the person named Tang Shisan and ask him to come over for help.
Then, we talked about the silk painting and the annual ring stone. Jin Pingmei couldn't explain why. Especially the silk painting section, I never imagined that on a silk painting from one or two thousand years ago, there were actually
It depicts a person living in modern times. But it is precisely because the things are so bizarre that we want to uncover the mystery more and more. The old blind man, Diyan’s master, is not an easy person to deal with, but now that things have come to an end, we can only go again
Please trouble him once.
"Shall we make arrangements?" I have been thinking that I don't have much time, so I need to use it rationally, so I told Jin Pingmei that we will go to Cangzhou immediately to find the old blind man, and the fat bald man will stay here to wait for the man named Tang Shisan.
People rushed over, and then they went to Hanjiaji.
"Don't always call him the fat bald guy." Jin Pingmei said to me with a smile, "His name is Monk."
"Okay, I'm going to trouble Brother Monk this time."
We didn't have to stay overnight for urgent matters. Jin Pingmei and Zhao Yingjun and I immediately set off for Cangzhou. We didn't care about politeness. After arriving in Cangzhou, we went directly to the old blind man's place. Jin Pingmei and I found the old courtyard where the old blind man lived. We found the old courtyard where the old blind man lived.
The door was opened the first time by that gentle woman in her thirties, and she still remembered us.
But as soon as Jin Pingmei saw the woman's expression, he swallowed back all the words he wanted to say. He could see that the woman's expression was wrong. This woman was of Lin Daiyu's kind of character, born with sadness, and at this time, her face was
The sadness on his face was like a cloud, so thick that it couldn't be removed.
As expected, this woman probably knew that we were here to see the old blind man. Before we could say anything, her eyes turned red and she told us that the old blind man was gone.
"Gone? When did it happen?" I felt like I was struck by lightning. When I saw the old blind man for the first time, although he was very old, his body, bones and spirit looked good. How could he say that he was gone if he wasn't there?
?
At that moment, I thought of the rumors I had heard in the past. Some people know something, but they cannot say it casually. If they say it, they will suffer bad luck. When I think about it, I look ugly and feel very sorry.
.
But the woman told us that the old blind man was in mourning. He was old and died of no illness. He slept peacefully the night before and never woke up again.
I don’t know if the woman meant to comfort us, but I felt very lost in my heart. Jin Pingmei said some words of condolences and then left. After walking far away, I looked back at the old yard with grapevines. Until now
, I don’t even know the name of that sad woman, but I can feel that she has lived a very tired life.
"There is nothing we can do now." Jin Pingmei smiled bitterly and smoked. Once the old blind man dies, we don't know who else can see the mystery between the silk paintings and the growth rings.
I was too anxious and didn't have much time, so I couldn't let this matter go just like that. After thinking for a while, I suddenly thought of Mrs. Huang. In my impression, that cold and weird old woman was a capable person, and...
She is not a member of Brother Wen's gang. If I didn't have to, I really don't want to find someone who has dealt with Brother Wen, but now, I really have no choice.
"Do you have any old jade there that is of better quality?"
"Yes, what are you going to do?" Jin Pingmei was smoking a cigarette. When he saw me asking for jade from him, he was very puzzled. He usually does the business of local goods, and has dealt with a lot of old jade, some of which are of very good quality.
, I will also keep one or two pieces for myself to play with.
"Give me a piece of what you picked, and ask someone to help me with the old jade." I didn't even bother to rest, so I led them towards the station: "Go to Tongbai."