Chongqing, once the capital of the Three Dynasties, the capital of Ba, the capital of Daxia, and the capital of the old times. It is also one of the five national central cities, and has been successively rated as the hot spring capital of the world, the economic center and financial center of the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, and can be called the reputation of a prosperous capital. This place not only has a profound cultural heritage, but also gradually enters the international stage.

But in the corner of the Yuzhong Peninsula, where thousands of flowers are eye-catching, there is a slum abandoned by the pace of the times, eighteen ladders!

The Yuzhong Peninsula is located on the narrow peninsula-shaped land at the confluence of the Jialing River and the Yangtze River, and is called the Yuzhong Peninsula because its whole territory is in the Yuzhong District. It has a large population and is known as an economic and cultural center, but the 18 slums in the south-central area of the Yuzhong Peninsula have retained the old style of the last century, and it is a paradise for the poor, a place where many people dream of leaving. And Liang Chen is one of them.

The eighteen stairs at night, compared with the lively scene during the day, seem a little silent, especially Xingfu Street, there were no street lights, and every household closed the door, making the streets below seem particularly dark. At this moment, Liang Chen was standing shirtless on the roof of an old-fashioned three-story wooden building at No. 13 Xingfu Street, holding a handful of skewers in one hand and half a bottle of beer in the other, quietly observing the lights of thousands of homes around him.

Those old and young masters who have been busy for a day, finally come home, some of them get together to drink, some are a group of girls chatting while washing clothes, there are all kinds of people living in the eighteen ladders, some work in the construction team, some collect waste, some are engaged in waterproofing, and there are those who open mahjong parlors, all of the three teachings and nine streams you can imagine, all here.

"Damn, how much have you masturbated? Don't leave some for buddy!"

Wang Fatzi was also shirtless, with a black T-shirt on his shoulders, grabbed a few sips of the skewers, opened a bottle of beer, and walked to Liang Chen's side, "Dong Dong" poured a few big mouthfuls, and then took a big breath: "Oh damn it, I'm almost tired of grouting today, this waterproof job looks like making money, who knows how tired it is? Liang Zi, what are you looking at? Are you thinking about national affairs? When will this slum be transformed?"

"You see that the barber shop on the street in front of you is closed so early, Xiao Taohong's business is really good today, and she got into a bald car in her sixties, alas, people are running around, let's still masturbate!"

"Damn, you can't care about anything useful, anyway, we won't have any work over there tomorrow, or I'll go to the roof with you tomorrow to get asphalt?"

After speaking, seeing that Liang Chen did not look back, he immediately asked: "What are you looking at again?" By the way, the old mansion in front of it has not been taken away by the government?"

At this time, Liang Chen had already withdrawn his gaze from the little pink barber shop, staring intently at the old house, there was no one in the yard, it was dark, but there was a BMW X6 parked at the gate, until the BMW X6 left with a fire, Liang Chen smiled and said: "Tonight is the fifth luxury car to come to the old house, but they come and leave, and they don't know what they are doing! Fatty, doesn't it mean that the old house is the object of key support for the five guarantee households?" There should be a lonely old man living there, right, after the old man died, the house was taken away by the government, this is a logical thing, why are so many people coveting such a dilapidated house?"

Wang Fatzi poured the beer at the bottom of the bottle into his stomach in one breath before he spoke: "I heard that the old man who lives in it is not an ordinary person, when he was alive, he often showed feng shui to some rich bosses, and he was very famous. By the way, even my foreman Lao Li, who spent 8,000 yuan the year before last to find the feng shui that the old feng shui master saw, isn't Lao Li also sending it?

"You say that an old man looks at how much money he makes in feng shui? Why do you still pretend to be poor to accept poverty alleviation? Besides, he had no children or daughters during his lifetime, and he didn't even have a distant relative, why did he want so much money?"

Liang Chen's eyes suddenly lit up: "Could it be that those who drive luxury cars are all going to the old man's house to dig treasures?"

Wang Fatzi turned around and took some skewers and a bottle of beer, and said while eating: "Then who knows how to go, but I heard that the old feng shui master lives a very frugal life, and I don't know where all the money he makes goes, but no matter what, since those people are all driving luxury cars, they won't care about the money that the old feng shui master makes." But they came one by one and went again and again, I don't know if they came to the old man's house, is it really digging treasures? The antique shop in the flea market, the old feng shui master often goes, maybe he bought a lot of treasures during his lifetime, and it is reasonable to be remembered by others after his death. ”

The flea market is not far from Qixinggang, but there are still three or four miles away from the eighteen ladders, where there are all kinds of businesses, and the most of them are antiques.

Liang Chen suddenly frowned, stared at the old mansion in front of him and said: "Forget about driving luxury cars, what's the matter with those petty thieves? The old man is already old, and he doesn't let people worry about it, it's really cheap!" Hearing Liang Chen's words, Wang Fatzi blew a breath of wine, and also looked over, and sure enough, on the courtyard wall of the old mansion, there was a sneaky person who had already run over the wall and ran in.

"Damn! Lao Tzu looks down on this kind of cheap skin the most! I really want to fuck him a turtle son!"

Wang Fatzi also spit out a cruel word, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly found that Liang Chen turned his head and went downstairs, opened his mouth, and Wang Fatzi hurriedly chased after him: "Liangzi, you, you don't really want to beat him, do you?

Fifteen minutes later, Liang Chen wore a blue T-shirt and Wang Fatzi in a black T-shirt came to the courtyard wall of the old mansion, Liang Chen turned his head and said to Wang Fatzi: "You wait outside, I will drive that cheap guy out, you will hold him on the spot, Lao Tzu will pour him some yellow soup later!" Wang Fatzi waved his hand and signaled Liang Chen to hurry up, then glanced around, leaned against the wall and waited.

Liang Chen jumped and grabbed the head of the wall, and he flipped in.

The apricot tree in the courtyard is still quietly located next to the wall in the southwest corner, Liang Chen lowered his head and found a half-cut brick next to the apricot tree, and glanced around, the portal of this old house is very high, and it is indeed an old building, but now this kind of building is said to be very valuable, but unfortunately the old man did not enjoy his life, and he did not take away a penny. Liang Chen ran to the door of the hall with half a brick, the door was hidden, and maybe the cheap skin was still touching things inside.

"Ahem!"

Liang Chen grabbed the door lock and coughed vigorously twice, if that cheap skin ran out, play with him first, and then wait for him to beg for mercy and then suffocate him with a brick. But after coughing for a long time, there was no movement inside, Liang Chen couldn't stand a little and kicked the door open.

There was no one in the house, not only no one, not even a ghost shadow in sight, and even all the furniture in the house had almost been emptied. The silver-white moonlight refracted in, illuminating the empty room transparently, where are there any thieves, could it be that the thieves have already run away from elsewhere? Liang Chen's hand slipped, and the bricks fell to the ground, and what caught his eye was a few strange and peculiar oil lamps placed on the shrine under the middle hall, and it seemed that this place had not been moved away in the entire old mansion.

Liang Chen was stunned and came to the front of the god case, these are seven quaint oil lamps, placed in the shape of a big spoon, in a trance, Liang Chen suddenly looked up at the roof, no, it seems to be very similar to the Big Dipper in the sky. Moreover, the base of these seven oil lamps is pressed with a red line, and at one end of the seven red lines, all of them are connected to a bronze compass. Everyone knows this thing, and the feng shui master who looks at feng shui often runs around with this thing.

The compass can be described as the rice bowl of a feng shui master.

There is nothing else, so why are there so many luxury cars coming here during the day, and there are still thieves at night? Liang Chen's eyes soon fell on the strange compass, saying that it was strange, in addition to those few weird red lines, this compass seems to have a more strange place, that is, the Tianchi in the middle, the golden needle in the Tianchi, has been constantly circling in circles, Liang Chen couldn't help but smile: "Watching Lin Zhengying's zombie movie, the golden needle keeps swinging, which means that there are ghosts and ghosts around...... Huh?"

Liang Chen muttered a few words and hurriedly glanced around, but finally found that it was a false alarm, nothing, and there was no ghost anywhere. But when he turned around, he found that the golden needle was still swinging, could it be that the compass was broken? Liang Chen couldn't help but stretch out his hand and touch the compass, at this moment, the light on the seven oil lamps suddenly weakened a lot, and it looked like it was about to go out.

"The more it gets worse!"

Liang Chen hurriedly reached out to help those oil lamps, but before he could lift them, he suddenly found that the golden needle in the compass stopped rotating and stopped?

At this moment, Liang Chen found that the golden needle should have pointed to the south, but as his body shook back and forth, the needle had been pointing at him, Liang Chen walked to the left, the needle turned to the left, Liang Chen went to the right, and the needle turned to the right, Liang Chen felt a chill in his back: "Didn't you say that it was a compass? I don't fucking represent the south, why do you keep pointing at me?"