"The day after tomorrow...the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, an auspicious day? What do you mean, the person named Tian doesn't want the cultural relics in the underground palace?"
I speculated on various possibilities in my mind, but couldn't think of a reasonable explanation.
After leaving the bathroom and returning to the first floor, several people were still chatting and planning how to spend the upcoming 50,000 yuan. Tingting said she was going to have a manicure and toenails done, and she also wanted to buy two more boxes of imported high-end products.
Facial mask.
The water pump said that he wanted to buy a motorcycle, but Ma Aiping said he would not buy it and would save it to buy a house for his son later.
Wei Xiaogang and Huang Mao looked a little strange. They didn't know what they were thinking. They felt that they were not interested in this topic.
Filling the soil is the aftermath work after the tomb robbers succeeded. If you want to avoid being discovered afterwards, backfilling is very important. Yang Kun knew this very well. He did not relax. Instead, he kept urging us to work and backfill the robber holes.
Nothing happened on the night of the 16th. The backfilling work went smoothly. There was a large iron box on Yang Kun's Jinbei car with a lock. This box was used by the song and dance troupe to install speakers. He locked all the cultural relics stolen from the underground palace.
inside, and then moved the box to his room.
On the afternoon of the 17th, one-third of the backfill work had been completed. I passed by the toilet once and heard Yang Kun laughing on the phone in the toilet. It seemed that through his brother's relationship, he was already looking for a buyer to take over.
After dinner, Shui Pump was in a good mood. He invited me to go upstairs and play cards for a while. Shui Pump said that filling the soil would be quick and it would be done in a day or two. After playing for a while, we would continue working.
The ones who played golden flowers included me, Shui Pump, Huang Mao, Wei Xiaogang, and Ma Aiping. I was always absent-minded during the game, and several times I mistook different suits for golden flowers.
Everything is calm now, but in an hour or two it will be the 18th, and I always feel like something bad is going to happen.
Yang Kun planned to finish the work tonight in order to backfill the goods as early as possible. Because he was short on time, he also went to the pit to help, including Tingting, who also asked him to come down and help carry the bucket.
After working for more than an hour, at about 11:30, Wei Xiaogang suddenly covered his stomach and said: "Ouch, oops... Boss, I can't stand it anymore, my stomach hurts so much..."
Yang Kun was sweating profusely while carrying the bucket. He wiped the sweat from his head and frowned when he heard this: "Why do you look so ugly? Have you had a bad stomach?"
"No... I don't know. It just hurts so much. Maybe the chicken legs I ate at night are stale... No, no, no, I can't walk."
"Forget it, stop doing it, go up and have a rest and drink some hot water."
At this time, Huang Mao volunteered and said, "Can you still walk? Brother Wei, let me help you go up. Don't climb the ladder or fall."
Huang Mao put his arm on Wei Xiaogang's arm and waved to me, "You're here to help too. Send Brother Wei up for a check first. If it doesn't work, go to the hospital to see if it's acute appendicitis."
I saw that Wei Xiaogang's face was as pale as paper, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. It didn't look like he was just faking it.
Huang Mao and I helped Wei Xiaogang go up first, while Tingting, Shui Pump, Yang Kun, and Ma Aiping continued to work underground.
After coming up, Huang Mao said: "Okay, it will be fine when you come up. I will help Brother Wei go back to his room to rest."
Watching the two of them slowly go upstairs, I was about to take a step when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Who! Already asleep!"
The person standing outside the door turned on a flashlight, and I saw a reflection on the window.
"it's me."
I carefully opened the door a crack and saw Tian Sanjiu wearing a crisp suit, a baseball cap, and his leather shoes were polished spotlessly.
I quickly stepped out, closed the door and asked, "Why are you here at this time? What do you want to do?"
Outside the door, Tian Sanjiu looked at his watch and said, "It's the eighteenth day of the first lunar month in five minutes. I'm superstitious again and choose a good day."
He took out a cigarette and asked me if I wanted one.
I shook my head and couldn't say anything, I didn't want to smoke.
Tian Sanjiu lit it himself, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the smoke from his nose.
He looked at the ancient tower in the darkness not far away for several minutes without saying a word.
At twelve o'clock exactly, Tian Sanjiu suddenly smiled and said, "What do you think of my hands?"
He raised his right palm in front of me, his thumb and index finger touching.
"What are you doing with your hands? What's wrong with your hands?"
He smiled lightly, put his two fingers together, and snapped his fingers, the sound was very clear.
"The auspicious time has arrived."
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a rumble from the ground. The sound was not very loud, but it was clearly heard. The ground even briefly shook for two or three seconds.
I haven't reacted yet.
Tian Sanjiu threw away the cigarette butt, stamped it out, turned around and left.
