City A, late autumn.

The oncoming wind was already a little chilly, and a few pedestrians were strolling on the sidewalk, and the sanitation workers were buried in sweeping the yellow leaves on the ground, and the bamboo brooms made a rattling sound.

A tall man in a black trench coat walked out of the café facing the street, followed closely by an assistant-looking man with a black briefcase in his hand.

The man is very eye-catching, with a full forehead, plump eyebrow bones, and deep eyes like a quiet and deep pool of water. He pursed his lips, and his whole person exuded an aura of alienation that was not close to anyone.

Occasionally, a few young girls passed by, and they couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and then shyly looked away.

The two walked one after the other, neither of them speaking.

A slender figure in a blue-gray sweatshirt approached, wearing a hood and his head hanging low. I can't see the appearance clearly, judging from the figure, it should be a woman.

She walked in a hurry, as if she was in a hurry.

As she passed by, she accidentally bumped into the man in the trench coat, and her right shoulder rubbed against his arm.

"I'm sorry. She tilted her head slightly, lowered her voice and apologized, but the steps on her feet did not pause at all, only said this, and walked away with hurried steps.

Such a small episode did not take the man to heart, and he still walked forward with an indifferent expression, but after only a few steps, he paused. Looking back in the direction the woman had left, it was already empty.

"What's the matter, Mr. Feng?" Seeing him stop, the assistant followed with some confusion and looked back.

The man known as Mr. Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his deep eyes crossed a trace of imperceptible coldness. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and walked straight ahead without looking back.

"Check it out for me. ”

His voice was as cold as ice.

It wasn't until he turned three streets and made sure that no one was following him that Ding Dong jumped into a gloomy alley in good shape.

After a few deep breaths and holding her beating heart, she carefully took the thing out of her sweatshirt pocket and spread it in the palm of her hand to take a closer look.

It was a watch with very exquisite workmanship, a silver-white strap, a dark blue dial, and other scales besides the hour and minute hands.

Thinking about the man he had just bumped into, Ding Dong couldn't help frowning.

Although I didn't see his face clearly, I thought that this man should exercise regularly, and it was like hitting him like hitting an iron plate, hard.

But......

She rubbed the watch in her hand, a triumphant smile on her lips.

It's no different from ordinary people, and I don't know if I lose something. This watch looks like it's expensive, and it should sell for a good price.

Thinking like this, Ding Dong suddenly felt in a good mood, put the watch back in his pocket, took off the hood of his sweatshirt, and whistled out of the alley.

Occasionally, a passerby glanced at her and quickly looked away.

She looked yellow and thin, and looked malnourished, but she had very delicate facial features, clear eyes that were wet and shiny like fawns, and two bloodless lips under her delicate nose. She had heavy dark circles under her eyelids and a large bruise on her cheekbones, but she had a triumphant smile on her face.

The late autumn wind blew on this thin girl, and it seemed that it could blow her away in the next second.

For something that you just got your hands on, it's natural to shoot as quickly as possible.

Ding Dong easily found a unit building in the many alleys that had fallen into disrepair, and all kinds of small advertisements were plastered on the walls of the city. The door downstairs had been broken for a long time, and she opened it with ease. Then she looked back again, and then she slipped into the dark hallway.

The cement floor here is soaked with inexplicable water stains all year round, and the sound insulation is very poor, and you can often hear the laughter and scolding of the aunt on the first floor when she plays mahjong. The snow-white walls have long been stained with children's pitch-black handprints, traces of basketball slapping, and graffiti in blue and pink chalk.

Ding Dong frowned, his nose filled with the unpleasant smell of the corridor.

She walked to the end of the hallway, where there was a staircase that led to the basement. Ding Dong leaned against the wall and walked down the stairs in the dark.

There is only one room in the basement, and because it is not facing the sun, it is cold and damp all year round. As soon as Ding Dong stood still, he couldn't help but shudder.

She stood still at the door of the room, one hand fumbling for the watch in her pocket, and the other hand raised and knocked on the security door.

Tuk Tuk.

One long and three short, this is the seller's knock signal.

A short time later, someone opened the door from inside, and an old face appeared behind the iron door.

"Grandma Zhou—" Ding Dong pinched his throat, trying to make his voice sound sweeter.

The grandmother who opened the door snorted from her nose, and without looking at her, she opened the iron door with her hands and feet. She pushed the door in a bit of a hurry, and almost hit Ding Dong.

Ding Dong was not annoyed, and slipped into her side with a smile.

This is a small room of about ten square meters, with yellow light bulbs hanging on the roof, covering everything in the room with a layer of yellowish vicissitudes.

There are a lot of strange things here: old vases, old toys, masks, animal skins......

In the center of the room sat an old table, behind which a gray-haired old man sat with heavy glasses on the bridge of his nose and a magnifying glass in his hand, studying the copper coins on the table.

"Got it again, ghost girl. The old man raised his eyes, glanced at Ding Dong through the lens, sneered, and then looked at his copper coin.

Ding Dong grinned, took out the watch from his pocket and put it in front of the old man, pursed his mouth, and motioned him to take a look: "I picked it up on the road, how much do you think this is worth?"

The old man's hand paused, his eyes turned to the watch, shook his head and "tsk" twice, picked it up by the way and took a general look, and muttered in his mouth: "How can the shit luck in the world let you touch ......"

However, after seeing the things in his hand clearly, he first frowned, then raised his eyes to look at Ding Dong, and then carefully looked at the watch in his hand, and his brows couldn't help but wrinkle deeper and deeper.

Ding Dong's mood also became apprehensive, and he asked carefully, "What's wrong, it's fake?"

The old man did not speak, and his expression gradually became solemn.

Then he held his watch in one hand and his mobile phone in the other, and tapped twice on the screen. The old man looked at his watch and then at his phone, his expression getting heavier and heavier.

Ding Dong looked at the old man's abnormal performance, and his heart couldn't help but pull high, and he couldn't help but ask: "What's the matter? Is this watch worth anything?"

The old man glanced at her, and finally was silent for a moment, put down the things in his hand, and said, "Tell me honestly, where did you get this watch?"