The journey was a bit long, so the reporter played some music to relieve my boredom. With the sound of music, I leaned on my seat and slowly fell asleep.
I had a very strange dream.
I dreamed that my head was in a black mist, with a black chain around my neck. Something invisible was pulling him in the black mist. I struggled with my head, and kept shouting loudly with my mouth open, but I couldn't listen no matter what.
I don't know what I was shouting.
When we woke up from the nightmare, we were already far away from Yinchuan city. The blue sky and white clouds on the national highway near Alxa were fresh, the air was clear, and there were many fewer cars.
The car pulled over and reporter Gan said he was looking for a place to relieve himself.
Xiaoxuan said Sister Gan, wait for me, I will go with you to keep you company.
Seeing the two of them walking away, Dou Sprout yawned and said: "Feng... Fengzi, do you think the boss has entered Blackwater City by now? Did he dig up a treasure?"
I thought for a moment and shook my head and said, "It's possible. Now that I've turned my head, experts have come to dig up Blackwater City. There must be some powerful earthworkers there. Although I haven't seen it, it's possible that there is someone with the surname Ma."
"Whose surname is Ma? What's Ma?" Dou Sprout asked curiously.
I said you didn’t know? Didn’t your elder brother tell you?
"Big brother? Which big brother are you talking about?"
Only then did I realize how Dou Sprout knew that Dou Sprout was still running a boat on the sea when we were at Moth Mountain. He had never seen the Sun brothers and Sister Hong.
I thought of Sister Hong again.
There has been no news from her for so long, and I don’t know where she is now or how she is doing.
There is also the second brother. Baotou originally asked him to stay in Shunde to recuperate. Later, I asked Baotou several times about his condition, and Baotou always replied to me: "The second brother is not in good health, so try not to disturb him."
"Hurry up, tell me, what did you say the last name is Ma?" Douya saw that I was distracted and asked me urgently.
Seeing that reporter Gan hadn't come back yet, I told Dou Sprout that his surname was Ma.
The person named Ma is Ma Zhenhai, who is from Luoyang. My eldest brother once told me when I was here that he said that Ma Zhenhai was a gopher. He had a very unique way of digging holes. The holes he drilled were well-recognized in the industry. This person
Able to shovel with both hands at the same time.
The ancient circle is close to the square. In the past, the robbery holes in ancient times were all round. After the liberation of the Republic of China, the robbery holes were all square. Only the robbery hole made by the man named Ma was special. The shape was a pentagon or a polygon. Because he could
Shoveling with both hands at the same time is equivalent to one person pushing two people.
"So awesome? Then he didn't need to install wooden boards in the robbery hole?" Dou Sprout asked.
I said this is not necessarily true, and it depends on the situation. If the soil is loose, it will not work without adding wooden boards, as it will cause landslides. This has nothing to do with the shape of the hole he dug.
Let’s popularize the science here. The Luoyang shovel is not used to rob tombs and dig holes. The Luoyang shovel is only used to take soil and explore pits to determine the location. The Luoyang shovel alone cannot rob a tomb. You really need to give someone a Luoyang shovel to dig holes in one night.
No matter how exhausted you are, you can't dig a big hole.
When digging holes, you mainly use a cyclone shovel or engineer shovel, and when you hit the hard soil layer, use a cone-head shovel.
There are two types of northern cyclone shovels. One is a hollow copper rod with copper wire inside. There are nine wavy spiral-shaped iron pieces around the copper rod. The end of the copper rod is wrapped in thick cloth. There are also
A small rocker controls nine spiral iron pieces through copper wires hidden in the copper rod.
Think about it, it's similar to the principle of the hand rocker on the old water well. A person holds the rocker and shakes it hard, and then a large amount of soft soil on the ground will be brought out by the spiral iron piece, which is effortless and fast.
Nowadays, this kind of machine is also electric. Once you get used to it, you can dig holes in the soil faster than a marmot or a pangolin.
The second type of cyclone shovel is the one I commonly use. It is a solid tube and not very long. The shovel surface is similar to a curved engineering shovel. It does not stick to wet soil and is suitable for digging holes in soft soil. It can also be used at critical moments.
It is used to support the wooden planks used to rob holes, and to slap people on the head and get blackmail.
No need to pull out and twist the latches at both ends and put it in the bag, which is convenient and fast.
The girl ran away for a long time to relieve herself. She waited for a long time and no one came back.
"Where did this person go to pee?" I noticed something was wrong. It had been half an hour since she left.
"Let's go, Fengzi, go look for us, don't let anything happen." Dou Sprout and I put on our clothes and got out of the car.
"Is it over there?" Dou Sprout turned his head and looked around, pointing to a downhill slope in the distance.
It is three to four hundred meters away from the national highway. Since it is downhill, people from the slope cannot see what is going on down the slope.
I said let's go and have a look.
I hurried there and looked down the slope, dumbfounded.
I saw Reporter Gan and Xiaoxuan both there. Xiaoxuan was dragging Reporter Gan, and the two were quarreling with red faces.
"What are you two doing?"
"What's the noise!" Dou Sprout shouted and ran down the slope, and I quickly followed.
Seeing me coming, Xiaoxuan nervously called Yunfeng, please persuade her, she must call the police!
Damn it! Dou Sprout was startled and asked what kind of police report he was calling.
My face also became ugly, wondering if Reporter Gan had discovered our identities?
This shouldn't be the case... We didn't bring those tools with us in the car, and we deliberately avoided her while speaking jargon on the way.
"No! We can't handle this!" Reporter Gan broke away from Xiaoxuan and said he would call the police.
"Don't panic yet, you should tell me what happened first!" I said quickly.
Reporter Gan looked a little unhappy. She pointed to the right front and trembled: "Death...! I saw a dead person! I don't know how long he has been dead!"
"Dead man! Real or fake!"
The bean sprouts strode to the place.
"Fuck!" Douyazai turned around and cursed after looking at it, saying Fengzi, come and see, there are really dead people!
I hurriedly ran over to observe the situation.
Reporter Gan found a corpse not far from where she relieved herself. The body had not been dead for a long time and was not completely decomposed. It was lying flat with the lower body buried in the sand and the upper body exposed on the ground. The air here is dry and windy.
, exposed to the wind and sun, there were already signs of dehydration on the face of the corpse, and you could smell the stench when you got closer. I didn’t dare to look at it after taking a few glances.
I guess if Reporters Gan and Xiaoxuan hadn't happened to come here to relieve themselves, they might not have been able to find it in a few years under the slope of Alxa National Highway, where birds don't poop and cars don't stop.
"Does this person have a wallet on him?" Douyazai was so brave that she dug out a wallet from the body.
Xiaoxuan couldn't bear it anymore and ran to the side, holding her waist and started to vomit.
"Yellow...Cucumber?" Dou Sprout stared and asked, "Why is there someone named Cucumber? Is this person called Cucumber?"
"Bring it to me and see," I didn't believe what he said, so I took the ID card and looked at it.
I wiped the stain on my ID card with my hand. Hey, what kind of cucumber is this? This person's name is Huang Gu. The radical "子" was covered by the stain. I wiped it hard and the original name was revealed.
From what was written on the address, this person was not from Yinchuan, but from Zhaotong, Yunnan. In addition to more than a hundred yuan in change, there were also two folded notes in his wallet. I opened the note and looked at it, and frowned.
Straight wrinkles.
"What...what did you write? This is..."
"I purchased the goods on September 27, with fifty kilograms of lamb hind legs, 30 lamb kidneys, and ten kilograms of lamb bones. It is estimated that the small skewers will cost 2,500 hundred skewers, and the net profit will be around 400."
Dou Yazai and I looked at each other after reading the note. Why did a mutton skewer seller in Zhaotong, Yunnan, die in the wasteland near Alxa? It seems that he was selling small skewers from Zhaotong?
The more I thought about it, the more I felt afraid of something evil, and I was trembling all over.
