After the Spring Festival in 96 years, several major events occurred in the second channel bookstore business circle on Jintai Road in Beijing, one was that "Banfan Zhang" died in the store late at night, without injury or illness, and died of suffocation, without any clues, and the case became an unsolved case. The second is www.biquge.info fishmonger Lao Bai was arrested, and it seems that it was a piracy case and was sued by the publishing house. The third is the complete disappearance of the second-hand poet Lao Hao. For me and Ah Chao, who set up another portal, these news have become a catastrophe, half of the sketches in my hands are basically wasted, and there are two arrears that are estimated to never be recovered. Fortunately, at that time, the two of us caught up with the graduation inspection, went to Shaanxi and Gansu for a month, and then suspended the unsuccessful entrepreneurial life of the studio.

When I was in Shaanxi, I received a call from Shijie, but he didn't reply, but he kept calling until we entered Tianshui, Gansu. Driven by Tianshui's strong curiosity, I called Shijie back, and he spent half an hour explaining to me his helplessness and helplessness in Sweetwater Garden, hoping that after I returned to Beijing, he could contact him, return some of our book money, and introduce a friend to me.

Back in Beijing, Shijie had moved to a basement in Fangzhuang, and when I entered the house with him, the room was filled with the same smell of his hut in Sweetwater Garden, and the lights were dim. On the small table, a porcelain vase with a height of more than two feet of blue and white was placed, and some small jade pieces and copper coins were scattered. At that time, I had just finished the ceramic history class, and when I saw the real thing, I was interested, took the bottle and looked at the model, and then looked at the tire mud inside. "Things are okay, but looking at the materials and painting skills, like the imitation of the Republic of China, it won't be too early. I said to Shijie.

"Connoisseur, have eyesight" Shijie didn't speak, a shrill voice floated over, I just noticed that there was a person lying on the bed by the door, dressed as a migrant worker, in his forties, sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, and what made people remember was two small black beards. "This is a friend of my antique shop, Lao Fang, to do some business together. "Shijie introduced me. "Shijie mentioned you to me a few times, and sure enough, there is ink in your stomach, let's go, I'll ask for wine today." "I couldn't twist the two of them, so I had a meal with them.

The old Fang that Shijie said was Fang Mojin, but at that time, Shijie didn't mention to me about Shanxi Yuci and Dahuaishu Village, I only knew that Shijie's tomb beasts were picked up from Fang Mojin's hands, and if he knew the cause and effect at that time, he would never sit at the same table with him to eat. The dinner that day quickly dispersed, Shijie and Lao Fang just pulled me in, saying that there is a Tang tomb in Jinnan, and there is something to be done, so ask me to go and see, and take some money to get into a share, I don't need to go down to the hole, only responsible for ordering and inspecting the goods. As soon as I remembered the evil spirit of those things that Shijie had gathered, I couldn't hide from them, so how could I dare to go up? I found a reason and pushed it. When leaving, Fang Mojin was going to leave my paging number, saying that he would contact me more in the future and ask for advice if he had something. I didn't take it seriously either, and left with a few polite words.

In the blink of an eye, after graduating from university, Chao was assigned to Nanjing, and I was assigned to the international radio station of Fuxingmen. I was placed in the position of art editor, but what can I do at a radio station, all year round is to compile a picture album and panic. At this time, Fang Mojin contacted me and asked me to visit Panjiayuan and Liulichang often, and begged me to accompany him to see Shoubo and the museums in various districts. At that time, I also had a new understanding of Fang Mojin, he not only has a strong desire for knowledge, strong learning ability, and does have some family edification, although it is not the right way, but the foundation is much stronger than my class.

Fang touched gold and good wine, but he had good self-control, and after drinking seven or eight points of drunkenness, he stopped. At the beginning of the ninety-seventh year, after visiting Guozijian, we ate shabu in the small alley. That time he drank a little too much, chatted and chatted, and talked about the courtyard of Sweetwater Garden. Fang Mojin's eyes were red at that time, his tongue was also big, lying on the table, and he still insisted on finishing his story.

Fang Mojin met Shijie at the beginning of the ninety-fifth year, because they were all from Shanxi, and they could talk very well. At that time, Fang Mojin and three idlers from the same village formed a grave digging team, and there were many tombs from the five dynasties to the Tang near their village, and the place was remote, and no one cared about it, so they succeeded a few times. Fang Mojin is timid, afraid of the dark and faint blood, and can't get into a pit, but he is shrewd and can speak well, so everyone let him be responsible for selling the stolen goods, and also made up a pseudo family history of Mojin for him. Soon, he sold things from his hometown to Taiyuan, and from Taiyuan to Beijing.

After getting to know Shijie, Fang Mojin found that Shijie knew a lot of people, and many booksellers liked to put on literary and artistic models and like to collect things. persuaded Shijie to join the gang and help him sell goods. In order to win Shijie's trust, he also took him to the tomb of Yuci twice, but he didn't expect that Shijie's courage was younger than him, and he was not the material to go to the pit, so he let him keep an eye on the buyer in Beijing for himself.

About July 95, Fang Mojin brought a few more things to Beijing, and Ah Chao and I were on summer vacation, so we didn't live in the courtyard of Sweet Water Garden, so Fang Mojin lived in the courtyard. One day it was fine, wandering outside, and turned into Jingzi Lane. At this time, Fang Mojin already had some experience, and he recognized it as a yin house at a glance. When I inquired around the alley, no one knew the origin of this house, only that it had been abandoned for a long time, and no one had lived in it for a long time. Fang Mojin soaked in Chaoyang Library for two days, paid some money to invite the porter to eat a few times, and mixed into the rare book collection room at night. After checking the local chronicles and wild history, it is most likely that the Yin Mansion in Jingzi Lane belongs to the time-honored pharmacy Yanhetang Hu Shopkeeper and Chen Hong, the chief eunuch of the late Ming Dynasty. A family with a lot of wealth, a powerful party, no matter who it is, the tomb under this yin house must be full of fat goods.

Fang Mojin was thinking about how to move Shijie and explore this Jingzi Lane, and Shijie suddenly told him that he was going to go back to his hometown in Shanxi with his girlfriend in early August. Fang Mojin was secretly happy in his heart, so he used the excuse that he would bring a batch of goods in early August, and he wanted to store them in the courtyard first, so he asked Shijie for the key to the small courtyard and hurriedly returned to Shanxi. As soon as the matter was told to the brother, everyone was very excited, this kind of fat work, always have to try, and they always dig graves in their hometown, and everyone is afraid of retribution. A few people made preparations, and in mid-August, they sneaked back to Beijing and lived in our courtyard.

Speaking of this, Fang Mojin saw my suspicious face, smiled and said, "You must be strange, how can I tell you this kind of thing?" Seeing that I nodded, he poured me a glass of wine, and then said: "If we find something good, I really won't tell anyone, but we lost my wife and broken the army this time, more than a year, I can't figure out many things, and I feel uncomfortable in my heart. Fang Mojin drained the wine in the cup and continued.

After two days of exploration, Fang Mojin basically figured out the general layout of the Yin Mansion in Jingzi Lane, drew several possible entrance locations to the tomb, brought good tools, and chose a moonless night, and the four of them climbed over the wall into the courtyard of the Yin House. After entering, Fang Mojin realized that his previous understanding of this Yin Mansion was too shallow. First of all, although the yard is overgrown with weeds, dilapidated, and rotten wood, the main house with two eaves is very clean, and it does not look like a deserted appearance at all. Secondly, the doors and windows in the main house, the furniture seems to be freshly painted, and the cracks and damaged areas have obviously been repaired. The third is that there will always be some cats, dogs, insects, snakes and the like in this abandoned house, but there doesn't seem to be even a living thing in this house. But when you come in, you have to see it. Fang Mojin swallowed his doubts back into his stomach and began to look for the tomb. But what made Fang Mojin even more puzzled happened immediately.