The thief incident was nothing more than a small episode for Ming Chuan, and he quickly left it behind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I took out my mobile phone, flipped out the page I had taken before, and looked at it carefully, trying to find clues from it, but there was still nothing new to discover.

Sighing slightly, Ming Chuan decided to put this matter aside, and it was more important to find out the problem of the antique pedestrian street first.

After looking at the time, it was too late to go back to the archives, so I went home to rest first.

……

After Mingchuan left, it was a long time before the thief escaped from the crowd with the help of his accomplices who rushed to hear the news.

The thief who was beaten to a bruised nose and swollen face spat hatefully on the ground, and said angrily: "Damn, don't let me meet that kid again, otherwise I won't steal him except for a pair of underwear.

"The only thing I stole was underwear? You kid has a crush on other people's chrysanthemums, right? Hahahaha. Toko's accomplice joked gloatingly.

"Go, go! Lao Tzu likes women! I'm not interested in men!" Dongzi couldn't help but push the other party, but he grinned for a long time because he pulled his arm, and then said, "If you're interested, how about I send him to you after I strip him all clean?"

Dongzi's accomplices laughed when they heard this, as if they didn't pay attention to the fact that their companions were beaten up.

Who hasn't been beaten up when they come out like them? Those vendor owners are very measured when they are worried about them, as long as they don't encounter hard stubble, they are basically fine, and even if they are caught, it is just a few days of squatting, and it is not painful for them.

But having said that, they will not be soft on those who dare to provoke them directly. Today, Dongzi was put on a show by that little white face, and they will have to come back sooner or later this stubble. Unless that little white face no longer sets foot in the boundaries of the old city, he must be given a pot.

With such a plan in mind, the group of four still laughed and joked as they walked, and soon arrived at one of their temporary strongholds.

This is a room rented by their boss, with two bedrooms and one living room, the area is not large, and the environment is not good, but the location is remote and not easy to be found.

Several people took out their day's results, and while calculating the day's gains, they made fun of each other.

Most of the stolen goods on Dongzi's body were taken away during the siege just now, and the results of the day almost became zero, but fortunately, there was still a bag hidden in his arms, which was touched from the little white face before.

Taking out the bag, Dongzi tossed it in his hand, it felt very light, and it should contain some pieces of paper and a hard object in it.

Could it be that there is no change in it? That guy doesn't look like he has a lot of money, it is estimated that it is some ten dollars and twenty bills, and the hard thing will be a coin?

Dongzi pulled the bag open as he thought, and this small movement made his arm tingle, and he felt that the injuries from the beating were not as serious as the previous arm injuries. Dongzi couldn't help but take another sip, and he was even more annoyed with Mingchuan in his heart.

"Yo, you haven't been stripped naked yet?" A fat accomplice next to Dongzi saw the bag in his hand, slapped him with a smile, took the bag with his hand, and said with a smile, "Look at what those guys have left for you." ”

With that, the fat man pulled the bag open.

"Huh, what is this?" The fat man was a little surprised when he saw the contents of the bag, and there was obvious doubt in his voice.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" the other accomplices leaned in.

"Look. The fat man took out some pale yellow papers from the bag, and there were some strange dark red lines on them, and he couldn't understand what was drawn.

"What is this?" each took a piece of paper, and after studying it for a long time, they couldn't figure out what it was.

"You say, doesn't this look like the one in the movie?" asked a tall, thin, pimple-ridden man.

"Which?" the fat man wondered.

"That's the one that the Taoist priest used to deal with zombies. The tall and thin man thought about it for a long time, and couldn't remember what to call it.

"Dao Talisman?" the fat man raised the piece of paper in his hand and said rarely, "You mean this thing is Dao Talisman?"

"Yes, yes, yes. The tall and thin man nodded, then shook his head and corrected, "I just said it's a bit like." ”

"Hey, don't say it, it's kind of like that. The fat man smiled and said, "You say, that little white face can't be that, right?"

"Daoist?" asked the tall and thin man.

The fat man slapped him in the face, and said with a disgusted face: "Where did the Taoist priest come from these years, I'm talking about the kind of charlatan, the kind of guy who cheats to eat and drink to people by showing palm to Feng Shui." ”

After listening to this, Dongzi connected the appearance of the little white face with the charlatan in his mind, and no matter how he thought about it, he felt a little discordant.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the fat man's voice come again.

"There's something else in there. As he spoke, the fat man turned the bag upside down, and poured out two white stones.

"Is this jade?" the fat man put the two pieces of white jade in his palm and pondered for a long time, and asked puzzledly.

"I'll see. Another man, who had been silent, spoke.

The fat man handed over the two white jade-like stones, and said with a smile: "Boss, look at what this thing is." ”

The man, who was called the boss by the fat man, looked a few years older than the other three, with a scruffy beard and an unkempt face.

He took the two pieces of jade, looked through them carefully, and then said: "This thing should be magata, but unfortunately, the material of the jade is not very good, and there are cracks on it, so it is not worth a few dollars." ”

With that, he casually threw the two pieces of magatama into a pile of swag.

Seeing this, Dongzi thought dissatisfiedly: Is it interesting for that guy to put two pieces of jade with cracks in his pocket and pretend to be like treasures? Later, after thinking about it, it is estimated that those cracks were cracked when he was beaten just now. However, he still attributed this stubble to Ming Chuan.

Thinking that he had been beaten and only stole such a little bit of tatters, Dongzi's heart was uncomfortable. The resentment towards Mingchuan is even deeper.

At this time, the eldest of several of them stood up and spoke: "That's all for today's harvest, although Dongzi has no gain, but this is not bad for him, plus he was beaten again, these things will be counted as his share as usual." ”

A few people listened to it and had no opinions, and the fat man praised it with a smile: "The boss is wise." ”

"Fatty, you'll come with me tomorrow to sell these. The boss spoke.

"Good. The fat man gathered up the stolen goods and set them aside.

A few people drank beer and ate side dishes and rested, and no one noticed that there was a faint black gas floating out of the two pieces of white magata. (To be continued.) )