The collector Mo Weijia got something from a Chinese businessman, and this thing brought him a devastating disaster, and his nephew was also sentenced to prison for murder, until a Chinese gave him a bail and took what brought them disaster, and everything returned to normal, because of this incident, even the police who handled the case did not know, and could only hear some ridiculous stories from Mo Weijia's nephew. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It all started with my beloved Uncle Movija, who was a mountain collector and a collector of my father's life, a profession with a certain mystical tinge in the eyes of everyone: like many other antique collectors, Uncle Movija was considered an eccentric. At least that's what many who don't know him think, as collectors of Zhan Dong, once their minds are invaded by the Eastern mysticism that has infiltrated Zheng Qi's antiquities, they become incompatible with Western utilitarianism. The fusion and impact of these two ideas just make them different from ordinary people's "weirdness". Despite this, I still love my Uncle Mo Weijia, and I am afraid that you can't guess that my Mo Weijia's "weirdness" is also expressed through ~ a strange style of play - he is actually afraid of the books he collects, Dong! As an antique collector, Uncle Mo Weijia is undoubtedly very dedicated and competent, and he devotes his whole body and soul to the collection of antiques, and the antiques he collects. His whole life, most of the antiques he collected, were the kind of creepy things, and his fears seemed to be taken for granted by all his life.

When did it all begin, including Uncle Movija's death and my prison life, last year, Uncle Movija told me to go to Blooms to spend time with him. I ~ don't like it, I can even say that I hate this makes me feel uncomfortable, and I am disgusted that I was invited by my uncle, but I still gladly went. In addition, there is another important reason, Uncle Deng is agreed to take me to see some strange collections in Handan that I have never seen before, which aroused my curiosity, and I still remember it clearly. Deng Tian is still 3 days away from Christmas, and the night is foggy and wet. After dinner, Uncle Movija took me to his study, which he called the Devil's Cave. On the way, Uncle Mo Weijia told me that the moment I opened the door. I immediately felt a strange aura of Ding, Shu Yu was caused by psychological effects, and I couldn't help but sweat and hair stood on end, in fact, Uncle Mo Weijia's study was actually a very comfortable room, but that kind of intimacy was mixed with a gloomy feeling, they unconsciously sneaked into the heart, which was unguardable.

There is a rosewood cabinet in the living room, which is purchased from China, rosewood is also known as rosewood family rosewood furniture Qinglongmu", belonging to the butterfly flower family, subtropical evergreen tree, five or six zhang high, the leaves are compound leaf flowers butterfly-shaped, the fruit has wings, the wood is very strong, the color is red, and the rosewood sinks into the water. Pterocarpus is a particularly hard and heavy tree species in the genus Rosewood in the legume family, and is the most advanced timber in mahogany. It is a hardwood with a dark purple-black color. Ideal for furniture and carving artwork. Objects made of red sandalwood are waxed and polished without the need for lacquer, and the surface has a satin-like luster. Therefore, it is said that anything made with red sandalwood is cherished. Rosewood is hard, purple and black in color, dignified, heavy in hand, with filamentous annual rings, slender texture, and irregular crab claw patterns. Rosewood is divided into old rosewood and new rosewood. Old rosewood is purple-black and does not fade when immersed in water, while new rosewood is brownish-red, dark red or dark purple.

When we walked into the room, it was full of Victorian furniture, the cabinets were next to the fireplace, the glass door was tightly closed, the cabinets were bigger in the light, and the closed door II I felt like there was a secret hidden in it. The "evil spirit" seeped out, so I couldn't help but open the cabinet door, my uncle was making coffee, he always liked to do it himself, when I heard the voice of the lock telling me to introduce his collection. I shuddered, "Do you see that big knife?" said Uncle Movija, "the knife came to flesh the temple of Dooley in southern India, and was used to slaughter babies sacrificed to the goddess." I followed Uncle Harvey's gaze, and on the crumpled tablecloth lay a handful of ghostly knives, deep grooves leading to the tip of the knife.

His previous uncle, Mo Weijia, was not very interested in India, but was very interested in Kumali in Nepal, and collected a lot of photos of Kumari, and even hired Kumali as an assistant for a while. The goddess Kumari is said to have originated from the Richardy dynasty. It is said that at the end of the 18th century, during the reign of King Jap Marat, a girl was "possessed" by Goddess Kumari and claimed to be the patron saint of Kathmandu, and since then people have worshipped it every year. The selection of the goddess was strict, and the priest selected a few girls with good facial features and no disabilities, and purified their minds in the temple, accompanied by several men in strange costumes and fierce expressions, dancing and screaming, and if there was a girl with a fearless and carefree face, she was a worthy goddess. Replace it when menarche comes. Every year on the third day of Indra's feast, the goddess, accompanied by the guardian gods Ganas and Bayrab, parade through the city on tall wooden wheels for worship, in order to pray for good weather and abundant harvests. Once confirmed, Kumari had to leave the house and not be able to see her family and live in the temple. The life of the living goddess is protected and privileged. Kumari walks on weekdays in a portable shrine and cannot touch the ground with her feet. On weekdays, the living goddess is closed, and only on special festivals and time periods will people go to worship and be blessed by her. However, the living goddess cannot go to school like a normal child, nor can she go outside to play, or even be touched by her friends. If something like this happens, she will lose her purity. If Kumari had menarche or bleeding, she would abdicate. The Nepalese royal family has Goddess Tareju as the patron deity, a goddess who resembles the Hindu Mother of Martyrdom. At the celebrations attended, the faithful offered her flowers and money. After offering the gifts, the believers will carefully observe the living

The goddess's reaction to the gift. If she is silent, believers will think they are blessed; If you shout or laugh, you are considered to be seriously ill or at risk of death; If they cry or rub their eyes, they fall into fear because they think it is a sign that they are about to die. Believers believe that if the living goddess holds the food in her hands, it is a sign of financial loss; If they clap their hands, then they have a reason to fear the presence of the king.

Kumari does not show her emotions easily in front of the believers, and if she makes a sudden act or expression towards the believers, it may symbolize the misfortune of the believers. Sudden crying or laughing: sobbing or rubbing eyes when seriously ill or even dying: sickness, trembling on the verge of death: jail. Clapping: The king will have accidents. Grab food offerings or gifts: Break the bank. Kumari was very selective, requiring a virgin between the ages of 4 and 7, who could not bleed and had never been sick. Born in the Shakya clan. The astrological signs at birth are auspicious and favorable to the king's astrological signs. There are no spotted birthmarks on the body. Teeth are straight and there is no lack of them. The body should conform to 32 graceful characteristics (e.g., a smooth neck like a conch shell, a body like a banyan tree, thick eyelashes like a cow, legs like a fawn, a chest like a lion, and a voice as loud as a duck. One of the trials was to place the head of a buffalo on the floor of the room and sprinkle it with the blood of the cow, and lock the girl in for one night. If the girl appears calm and serene, then it proves that she is Kumari.

"Uncle Moviga," I asked, picking up one of the two footbells, "what is this?" I bumped lightly, intending to change the subject, because I really didn't want to continue on the frightening topic. I remember the ringtones were gentle, a little pleasant but a little harsh. Oh my God! Put it down," exclaimed Uncle Harvey.

I was so startled that I almost threw the mantis bell right on the table. Uncle Harvey immediately put down the coffee pot in his hand and strode towards me, you haven't touched these things yet, have you?" He asked, pointing to a pair of wax models of women's feet, only an inch long, with a nervous expression. I looked closely at the pair of foot models and couldn't help but praise them. They're so realistic, like an oak has just been cut off from a calf. The bright red flesh is not as white as the broken bamboo is so realistic that it makes people feel terrifying', and on the small toenails, there is actually a vermilion nail polish on the house, and Jane is very lively.

At this time, I found that Uncle Mo Weijia's face was bloodless, and it was full of horror, so I quickly replied: "No, I didn't see them at all, what's wrong?"

Uncle Movija handed me a cup of coffee and began to tell me the story with a smile on his face. "It's a long story, it all started when I rented this house. The house was originally owned by thousands~ Viceroys of India. He was expelled from India for his cruelty and brutality, and he brought a large group of wives and concubines to England. Every night, there would be a terrible woman's cry, no one knew the truth, and the rumors became more and more fierce. It is said that someone dug up a lot of bones from the back garden of the house, and it was terrible to see. As I spoke, Uncle Harvey led me to a dark and gloomy Xiao Xu, who was undoubtedly Xiao 'Yu of the Viceroy of India. The features were not eye-catching, but there was a fierce and cruel smell between the eyebrows, and I couldn't help but look away, and my uncle continued: "After the death of the Governor, his estate was returned to the Government of India, and the mansion was auctioned. There were two buyers before me: the first one lived for less than a week, and the butler died inexplicably, and the second buyer died two children in a week, two poor children, whose necks were broken and died, and lay down in the hall, and almost all of them felt that all this was not unexpected. (To be continued.) )