Liangzhou's No. 1 time-honored pawn shop got off the door and closed before the sun set. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The man slowly closed the door while muttering in his heart, what is the shopkeeper doing, closing the door so early, how much business will be missed, you must know that there are many guests who come from afar to enter the Liangzhou Mansion before dark, and only then do they find that there is no money in their pockets before they live and rest, and then they think of looking for a pawnshop to mortgage something; those who are desperate may not even be able to afford dinner, so they finally make up their minds to take out one or two ancestral things to exchange for silver.

This is one of the secrets of the pawnshop, as early as he first joined the pawnshop shopkeeper personally taught him, to remember it, but why is the shopkeeper himself not abiding by it now?

Could it be that the piece of jade that made trouble?

But since it is the meaning of the shopkeeper, then he obeys it, why think about it, anyway, he loses business, and it is the shopkeeper who earns less money and not himself, so he still eats early and goes out to shop, and the gambling hall and the Qinglou are all good places to spend time.

The young man hummed a song and locked the last door to eat.

Yesterday, the shopkeeper sent all the ladies and children back to their hometowns, and at the same time took away a large bag of fine soft.

Now the backyard is quiet, only the shopkeeper and a few single guys.

Why did the family members leave all of a sudden? The companions asked each other, and everyone was surprised.

Only he vaguely guessed the reason, because only he knew what the paperweight had to do with the dead Hanako.

But he will never talk nonsense, this is a secret, and it will definitely be a catastrophe if he says it.

After dinner, it was dark, and the guys slipped out to play one by one, and it was only natural that young people were playful. The shopkeeper watched the men go away one by one, and he closed the door himself, sat down in the hall and began to drink. Recently, I have become obsessed with wine, I am not greedy for a cup, I am not drunk, I just pour a full glass in front of my eyes, I sit quietly alone, meditate on my heart, think too much, and suddenly take it up and sip it slowly.

He likes to quietly look at the clear liquor.

The wine at night is as intoxicating as a piece of fine jade soaked in it.

The jade kept coming to his mind.

The sweet jade carved with dragon paperweights.

Its appearance has been deeply ingrained in his mind, and as soon as he closes his eyes, he can clearly remember its shape, including luster, ornamentation, weight, and temperature, all of which are deeply rooted in his heart.

After drinking three glasses, I was slightly drunk.

I got up and felt the door, and the box was tight.

Relieved, he staggered to a screen.

A very ordinary screen, collected from a broken family, wooden shelf, inlaid with a large piece of very thin stone, the only valuable place is that the stone is dyed with a jadeite paste point dyed a landscape map, the workmanship is quite meticulous, but the jadeite used is the most worthless kind, so this screen only used five taels of silver at the moment, and the main family will no longer come to redeem it, and it has become a dead party. He simply moved in and used it himself.

He slowly removed the screen, revealing a wall behind him.

There is a painting on the wall, also an ordinary painting, in which a beautiful woman kneels on the ground, her eyes burning with affection, looking at the room with a smile.

He reached out to touch the woman's eyes, and slowly put his two fingers at the second eye and poked it in.

Suddenly, there was a sigh outside the window, and the shopkeeper turned around, staring at the window in a daze, the lamp was burning on the shelf, everything was quiet, and the wind chimes under the eaves rang.

There was a false alarm, he wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, which has always been like this recently, always startled, and scared himself.

The fingers poked deep into the woman's eyes, and with a prickly sound, the entire painting slowly broke open from the middle, revealing a small shrine behind it.

It turned out to be a hidden trap.

He opened the door to the shrine with trembling hands, and took out a black box from inside, which opened to reveal a paperweight.

"My baby-" He rubbed it, feeling its moistness and warmth, his eyes were obsessed, and his expression was intoxicated, like a womanizer caressing the girl's smooth, fresh and firm skin, "You are simply my lifeline, I haven't seen you for a few days, I don't eat and sleep well, you have hooked my soul away-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the lights went out silently behind him.

"Who?" asked the shopkeeper tremblingly, and at the same time panicked and quickly stuffed the paperweight into the box, stuffed the box into the shrine, pressed the mechanism, and there was a rattle and the separate picture closed again.

The shopkeeper slumped limply on the floor.

The lights came back on.

This time, it was not only the original lamp that was lit, but also a few candles.

The house was as bright as day.

Three people in black clothes, black pants, and black cloth stood quietly on the ground like stone piles.

One is at the door, one at the window, and the other under the lamp.

What did they come in? Who were they? Why did they come in all of a sudden? The doors and windows were intact, did they go through the walls?

The shopkeeper quickly turned his mind and secretly observed, and he found that he could not see the slightest characteristic of the person, only a pair of bright eyes in the middle of the pitch black.

"It turns out that the thing is here, so it's hard for us to find it. With a chuckle, the man in black at the door suddenly said.

"Zhu San is greedy for money, and he came here to exchange things for silver tickets, and he can come up with this stinky idea himself-" The man in black at the window was also laughing.

"Who does he think he is, he can get away with the world after making a windfall, find a place to spend all his time drinking and squandering, and cause our brother to toss all over the world!"

"He didn't toss himself into the Netherworld Mansion to report in the end!"

A slippery palm supported the shopkeeper's fat chin, "Zhu San was killed by you?"

The shopkeeper trembled, he didn't even see how he came over, he was already by his side, these people are people or ghosts, how can they act quickly and silently follow the trend?

"Don't say you're going to die worse. A cold voice slipped into my ears.

"Uncle spares his life...... I, I don't know what Zhu San is......" stammered this sentence, and it was hot and wet under his body, and he peed his pants.

(Dear friends, 250 chapters, very emotional, written along the way, lonely, helpless, lonely, lost, but will persevere, will write the story to the end, thank you for your company.) (To be continued.) )