Seeing Yu Yao's expression, the salesman stopped talking.

Yu Yao asked him, "Is there a time limit for entering a password?"

"Not really, you can come back next time. The salesman explained, "However, the five chances are cumulative, and if you use one today, there will only be four left." ”

"Okay, I'll use it again!" Yu Yao said, typing it again.

This time, he typed in: 19381025.

The third day of September is the death day of the lunar calendar, the third day of September in the 27th year of the Republic of China, that is, the third day of September in 1938, and the Gregorian calendar is October 25, 1938.

This Yu Yao doesn't need to be checked, because it was written in the newspaper of the Republic of China that the fourth day of September is October 26.

As a result, it turned out that Yu Yao really only had three chances left.

Wrong again!

The salesman smiled slightly, but his smile stiffened a lot, "Mr. Yu, before you come next time, you can call me in advance." As he spoke, he presented a business card.

Yu Yao took the business card, he really didn't have any other password to enter, so he took his leave.

Standing at the door of the bank branch, Yu Yao suddenly felt a little hesitant, in terms of guessing passwords, he was already poor in donkey skills, how could this be good?

I lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and unconsciously took out my phone.

There were two missed calls, one from Shangguan Yu and the other from Lin Fengcao.

Yu Yao settled down, and first gave Shangguan Yu back, but the line was occupied. Lin Fengcao went back to Lin Fengcao, and Lin Fengcao told him that as a buyer, he had looked at the house in Shuangbai Town through an intermediary and found nothing, mainly because it was too clean and did not leave anything.

Yu Yao told him that he didn't have to worry about it, Uncle Li was He Yidi's righteous son, and he would discuss it when he went back to meet.

After hanging up Lin Fengcao's phone, Yu Yao called Shangguan Yu again, and this time it was through.

"Where are you?" Shangguan Yu asked after answering the phone.

"I'm in the city, and it's over there?"

"It's over. He Yidi was buried in the Hanyushan Cemetery on the south side of the Second Ring Road. I'm separated from Uncle Li now!" Shangguan Yu said, "The bank branch where the safe deposit box is located is at No. 88 Linhu Road, I'm walking there, let's meet there!"

"Huh?" Yu Yao couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't expect Shangguan Yu to go with him, originally he thought that after Shangguan Yu opened the box, it would be good to be able to tell him that the situation would be fine.

After all, Shangguan Yu didn't know about the Ghost Eye Gate. He is considered the personal relationship of the He family, and he can not tell himself about specific things.

"Ahh There must be something in the safe, and it is not safe to retrieve it alone. First, so. After Shangguan Yu finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

The bank branch where No. 88 Linhu Road is located, and the place where Yu Yao just came out, is not a bank.

After Yu Yao arrived, Shangguan Yu was already waiting in the hall. However, this safe deposit box can only be opened by one person, Yu Yao and Shangguan Yu briefly exchanged a few words after meeting, Shangguan Yu went in to open the box, and Yu Yao waited in the hall.

When Shangguan Yu came out, he was carrying a large old-fashioned suitcase, and it seemed that the password was He Yimao's birthday.

"It's not convenient to see things here, let's go back to the hotel!" Shangguan Yu said in a low voice, "It's not heavy." ”

The two returned to the hotel, but Lin Fengcao had not returned, and Cai Zhihuang was not there.

"Come to my room!" Shangguan Yu took Yu Yao into his room, closed the door and said, "Let's open the box together!"

"Is it appropriate?" Yu Yao still asked.

"Don't pretend. Shangguan Yu waved his hand, "Why did I ask you to go to the bank with me?" If there is something good, can you help me take charge of the head office?"

Shangguan Yu said, and opened the suitcase.

When the lid of the suitcase was opened, it was a bundled white cloth bag.

Untie the cloth bag, it is a calligraphy and painting box. Some are big and some are small, some are long and some are short, and they are counted, and there are thirteen in total.

"Look at it separately!" Shangguan Yu picked up one easily. Yu Yao stopped pushing and picked up one.

Open the box one by one, all of them are calligraphy and painting works of ancient masters!

And it's all genuine!

The size is different, there are eight feet of large landscapes, and there are also small mirror hearts of flowers and birds, but each piece can be called a fine product, and it is quite well preserved.

The speed of the two of them was about the same, each opened six calligraphy and painting boxes, looked at six works, and finally only one calligraphy and painting box remained.

And the last remaining calligraphy and painting box is slightly special, because the others are cylinder calligraphy and painting boxes, and this one is a rectangular calligraphy and painting box.

In this rectangular painting and calligraphy box, is it the most precious calligraphy and painting?

Shangguan Yu looked at Yu Yao, and did not rush to open the box, but reported the six works he saw, and after Yu Yao heard it, he also reported it.

Of the twelve works they had seen, eleven were paintings.

The earliest one is from the Southern Song Dynasty, Xia Gui's "West Lake Mingxiu Map".

The latest one is the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, Chen Hongshou's painting "Ladies in the West Chamber".

There is only one work of pure calligraphy, later than all the paintings, which is by Zheng Banqiao. Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy, and the content is a poem, which is also Zheng Banqiao's work.

I think why I collect this work, and I value the content of the poem more:

Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves. I don't bloom, I don't tease bees and butterflies.

Elegant and refined. This is probably also the character that he pursues.

Even if you don't count the contents of the last rectangular painting and calligraphy box, the total value of these twelve works that I have seen has exceeded one billion!

If the last rectangular calligraphy and painting box is the most precious painting and calligraphy in it, the value can be imagined! Therefore, the two of them paused.

"Come on!" Finally, Yu Yao pointed to the rectangular calligraphy and painting box and said.

Shangguan Yu took a deep breath and was not polite.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a rolled piece of rice paper, without any mounting, and when I saw it from the back, it seemed to be a calligraphy work.

After Shangguan Yu picked it up, he opened it carefully.

It turned out to be a letter, but it was written on rice paper with a brush.

The word is a line of grass, handsome and chic:

With my brother, see the words as faces. The oceans are separated, and there was no sound for a while, and the one who opened this letter may not be your hand, but he has a long life, and he must pass it on again······

The letter is about a few hundred words. Mainly explained these twelve works, which were passed on to him by the goodness, and also collected by himself.

At the same time, He Yidi said that there is also a part of the collection, which he donated to several large museums in China in the name of an anonymous person. And these twelve paintings are his favorites, so they will leave a private legacy.

In the last part of the letter, there is also a vague point: The power of one person is limited, and it is necessary to rely on the unity of the people, and the dragon must not be left without a leader, and must not go its own way.

If He Yimao or his descendants knew about the Ghost Eye Gate, they would be able to understand that this was the arrangement for him to listen to the heirs of the big palm. If you don't know, it's also a kind of life warning.

The signing of this letter is not He Chengshui, but: Foolish brother to clean.

Just after the admonition, before the payment, there was a very strange sentence.