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Lao Zhang’s wife is Tibetan. She talked to me two minutes ago, but now she doesn’t.

The change was so fast that I couldn't react.

"Hehe...hehe..." Lao Zhang suddenly laughed.

"I have endured it for a long time, and I have wanted to do this several times in my dreams!"

"In order to make money and become rich, I have worked hard enough, hard enough, hard enough!"

"I fucking tried hard enough!"

"Why, their whole family looks down on me! Bah! Die!"

Lao Zhang looked excited and his chest was heaving. He looked at me and said, "You have seen how hard I work to make money! Every time I go to her parents' house, my mother-in-law talks about me in front of me! She says I am not as good as her family.

A yak!”

“Every time I go, every time I say it!”

"I'm a fucking grown man! Do you want to save face?"

"I work hard every day! As a result, her whole family says I am not as good as a yak!"

Recalling a few details from my stay at the B&B a few days ago, I suddenly understood. I remembered that his child had the same surname as his wife, so he might have barged in the door.

I asked: "You killed your wife, are you not afraid that the matter will be exposed?"

Lao Zhang pointed at the snakeskin bag: "I'm not crazy. Although I don't understand, I know that once these antiques are sold, they can sell for at least tens of thousands of yuan! Plus the savings I have worked hard to save before, it is enough for me to spend several

years."

"Here in the barren mountains and wild mountains, no one will be able to find her as long as time passes. Even if they are found one day, she will be too dead to recognize her!"

"Aren't you afraid that I'll tell you? Or call the police?"

Lao Zhang stared at me: "You won't, because I can see that you are a bad person like me. We are both criminals and we are the same type of people."

I shook my head, thinking that you were only half right. It was true that I was a bad person, but I was not the same type of person as you.

If I get married in the future, I will go directly to the bank to withdraw 10 million in cash, and tell my mother-in-law and her family that you can spend whatever you want. If it is not enough, I will give you 10 million. Do you have the ability?

Covering it with soil, Lao Zhang said: "I have thought about it. Let's go back and divide the things first, and then come back to fill the stolen hole with soil tonight. How about it?"

"How to divide it?" I asked.

Lao Zhang made a five-and-a-half comparison: "Divide according to the number of pieces, 50-50, and each person will get half."

"Can."

As soon as the sky cleared, I carried the sack and Lao Zhang and walked back without meeting anyone along the way.

Returning to the house, turning on the light, untying the sack, and placing the funerary objects on the ground one by one.

The brown jar contained silver ingots, which I deliberately placed at an inconspicuous edge.

I lit up my cigarette and took a puff, and I said: "The four elephant legs are from the Liao and Jin Dynasties, and they are all complete. We have two of them each. Do you have any objection?"

"Okay." Lao Zhang thought it was fair.

"These pieces of jade are of average quality and happen to be even numbers. They are estimated to be sold for only 18,000 yuan. We said that the chat records are only three pieces per person."???.

"As for these gold objects..."

"I'll take the gold bracelet and the gold necklace. You can take the remaining one. I'll replenish the jar for you. How about that?"

"You mean this broken wine jar?"

I nodded: "Yes, don't underestimate it. Although this kind of porcelain jar with poetry is local porcelain, it is rare. It is better to sell than a gold bracelet. If you don't believe it, pick it up and look at the words on the jar.

painter."

"Brother, I don't understand, but don't fool me!"

He didn't even look at it and said, "I should take the gold bracelet. Without me, you wouldn't be able to find this tomb! You can take the jar, but the gold bracelet belongs to me!"

I squinted my eyes and said, "Old Zhang...it's true that you found the ancient tomb, but without my help, you wouldn't even be able to get in. Don't be too greedy."

Bang!

Lao Zhang slammed the table and said dissatisfied: "All fools know that gold is valuable, why should I get one less!"

"Okay, okay," I rubbed my temples, pretending to be distressed and said, "I have other things to do, and I'm too lazy to talk to you. I'll give you the gold bracelet. I want the jar."

A smile immediately appeared on Lao Zhang's face.

The curtains were closed during the day, and after Lao Zhang left, I called the boss and learned that they had arrived at the foot of Miyao Mountain early and were waiting for me. I said that I was busy with a small job and the guards in the village were lax, so I would leave tomorrow.

"Botou, have you ever seen white crystals growing on the skulls of dead people?"

"No...it's not white crystal either. It's just a white lens, a large one on the back of the head."

"What do you mean?" Maybe I spoke too fast and didn't understand.

"It's nothing, just hang up." Thinking that we would meet tomorrow, I didn't ask any more questions.

The sun sets and night falls.

I stuck Xiao Xuan's leather sheath knife on my back and saw that the clock on the wall had passed eleven o'clock. I waited and waited, but Lao Zhang didn't come.

Did he run away because of fear?

I can't wait any longer. I will leave tomorrow. Before I leave, the hole must be backfilled. My teacher taught me that if you only dig but don't fill it, you will be doomed sooner or later.

It was late at night, and as we were approaching the carrot field, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Wait for me!"

"It's me! I'm late." Lao Zhang ran over panting, holding a headlamp.

When I got closer and saw his appearance, I was shocked.

"you are sick?"

"It's nothing serious. I just had diarrhea during the day. I went to the clinic to buy a bottle of Xielistin. Otherwise, I would have called you earlier."

"Then why do you have such a mouth?"

Lao Zhang's lips are "blue", which is very obvious.

Shouldn't the color of a normal person's upper and lower lips be red? He's not. What I see is cyan, just like...the color is colored with a watercolor pen.

"It's okay," Lao Zhang wiped his lips: "The doctor said I had too much diarrhea during the day and was a little dehydrated. It won't affect me. I'll be fine in a few days."

On the road, Lao Zhang often farted while walking. The smell was very smelly, almost like eating rotten eggs. He didn't care about it.

When we arrived at the radish patch, Lao Zhang said, "Brother, I've had diarrhea all day and my hands are weak. Please help me remove the board and see if my wife is underneath."

"Oh...Okay, you really don't look good."

After saying that, I squatted down and started to dig up the soil and remove the wooden boards.

I specially wore a coat at night, and while I was digging dirt, I secretly opened a corner of the coat and placed a small mirror here.

In the small mirror, I saw Lao Zhang behind him with a pale face and blue lips.

He stood there, holding his stomach with his left hand, his expression seemed a little uncomfortable.

I kept staring at Lao Zhang in the mirror. Once he made a move, I could react immediately.

After removing the board, Lao Zhang ran over and turned on his flashlight, shining it down into the burglar's cave.

You can see that there is a large pool of dried blood at the bottom of the robbery cave.

A woman's hair was spread out, her neck was bent at a weird angle, she was leaning against the wall, her legs were spread wide apart, her hands were hanging to the side, motionless, dead.

Lao Zhang suddenly cried as he looked at it. He cried and said: "I'm sorry, my wife. I regret it a little now. You gave birth to my son, washed my clothes and cooked for me, but why do you look down on me? Why do you and your whole family look down on me?"

People look down on me, I’m not a bad person, I’ve been working hard.”

As he spoke, Lao Zhang stretched out his hands to grab his hair.

At first he scratched his hair, then scratched the back of his head with his backhand, and his movements became larger and larger.

"Brother, look at me, I'm a little itchy."

Lao Zhang turned around, held down his hair and asked me to help him take a look.

I held up the flashlight and looked at the back of his head, and I was shocked!

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