", how are you doing it like a spy battalion, Chairman Mao didn't fight the reactionaries so exaggerated back then, little comrade, I solemnly tell you, you can't do this!" The fat man said.

"So I asked you to rob those financial institutions, it's easier than coming to Shuiyuexuan to defraud." Zhang Meng said angrily.

"I don't think you're a master who is short of money, with such a shop, you should have no problem living."

"Alas, although I am an advanced vanguard under the leadership of the party, I am also forced to fall by a penny! Don't talk about this, I said that you kid didn't come to talk to me at night, right? What the hell are you looking for me? Hu Fatzi stared at Zhang Meng suspiciously.

Zhang Meng patted his head, and talked nonsense with this fat man for a long time, almost forgetting to get down to business, although he maintained a great suspicion of the fat man, but he still asked out loud: "I said fatty, have you studied the text?" ”

"Death? This thing is not auspicious, and if it is really a text, then the object can at least be traced back to the Shang and Zhou dynasties! Hu Fatzi said in surprise.

Antiquities are generally based on the age to determine a benchmark price, the Ming and Qing dynasties are a hurdle, the period around the Warring States period is a hurdle, to the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the price is even more geometric price soaring.

"It's not an object, it's some text, you can help me see it."

Zhang Meng took out a piece of paper from his arms, and what was recorded on it was the inscription he memorized in the tomb of King Guangchuan. Although Zhang Shaohong told him the approximate meaning of this text, this fat man was introduced by Lai Zi, Zhang Meng still hoped that he could see some clues from it, so that he could help the uncle and them when the time came.

Hu Fatzi looked at those fonts with a magnifying glass intently, the expression on his face was very strict, and Zhang Meng couldn't help but have some expectations in his heart, it seems that this guy really understands the text.

The fat man somehow pulled out an old hairy book, and there were some obscure fonts on it, word by word, like Morse code.

Zhang Meng looked at Hu Fatzi's seriousness, and he also went over to take a look, what is recorded in this book seems to be this kind of text, but the explanation is very complicated, it seems that there are many meanings on one side, and the combination between the side and the font will derive new meanings.

No wonder the uncle said that there are no three or four experts who understand the Chinese language in the whole continent, this is really not without reason, Zhang Meng looked at it for a while, and felt that his head was swollen, he retracted his idea of deciphering, and honestly went to make a pot of tea, and slipped there by himself.

This sitting was more than an hour, Zhang Meng almost fell asleep after waiting, his body paused in the chair, and the whole person shook and almost hit the ground.

Zhang Meng was clever: "I said Hu Fatty, do you understand it, it's been a long time." ”

Zhang Meng yawned, and suddenly a huge face looked at him, the fat man's expression was very strange, he stared at Zhang Meng, as if he was staring at a strange thing.

Zhang Meng stared at Hu Fatzi so much that he hurriedly asked, "Did I say you translated it?" ”

"The contents of this inscription are very strange, where did you find it?"

"Found in a tomb? Tell me what it is. ”

"I've numbered those fonts, you can do it yourself, right?" The fat man said with a twinkle in his eyes, as if he had something on his mind.

Zhang Meng didn't care, he compared the ancient book according to those labels.

"If you see this text, go to this address, the source of the curse, which is both a curse and a key......"

There are only a few lines here, but Zhang Meng is very inexplicable, this is completely different from what the uncle said!

"Don't you think this tone seems to have been specifically addressed to you? This person seems to know that you will memorize this text, which is very strange. Hu Fatzi said quietly.

Zhang Meng was immediately terrified when he heard this, it was okay for this fat man not to say it, but as soon as he said it, it seemed that this inscription was deliberately written on purpose because he knew that he was going. Fuck the corpse of King Hirokawa is all sperm? This would also be expected to be dug up thousands of years later.

"By the way, where is this address? How is there no text in it. Zhang Meng asked strangely.

"There's a key missing." Fat Hu shook his head and said.

"What key?"

"The meaning of the invention of these inscriptions is naturally written for ghosts and gods, and cannot be understood by humans. But the creation of these fonts, it is destined that someone understands these words, so this forms a dead loop, and later, someone will combine these sides at will, and then cooperate with a 'key', in order to interpret the meaning inside, saying that it is a key, in fact, it is a cipher, just like the password translated during the war, unless there is this cipher, otherwise it is impossible to decipher the key information inside. Hu Fatzi shook his head and said.

Zhang Meng was also a little anxious, "This is impossible, this inscription is engraved on the stone tablet, where is there any bullshit cipher?" Are you mistaken? ”

"You can't be wrong, if you think about it carefully, there must be some related things around that inscription, it may be a book, it may be a piece of jade, or it may be something else!"

Hu Fatzi stared at Zhang Meng and said with certainty, he seemed to know these very well.

Zhang Meng's eyes suddenly lit up, didn't he touch a bronze statue under the stele? Isn't that the thing?

"I thought it might be something, so are you free tomorrow? Go to my house and have a look. ”

"Well, you also know that although Hu Ye likes to help others, but hundreds of thousands of dollars a day, you let me leave the business in the store, this is unreasonable?" Hu Fatzi looked embarrassed, and almost said a few words of hard work.

"You don't talk about calves, you can sell this broken shop for a few hundred yuan a day and snicker, come over early tomorrow, I'll give you an address, and if you can really see what clues come out, I'll give you 10,000 yuan for hard work!" Zhang Meng gritted his teeth and said.

This 10,000 yuan is also his living expenses for almost three months, and it is the same as cutting it with a knife, but at this time, when it comes to the source of the ghost vein, these meats still have to be slaughtered honestly.

"Okay, if the son of the Red Army doesn't talk about his mother's bullshit, I won't make a written note."

The fat man smiled like a flower, looking at Zhang Meng as if he had seen his father.

"Okay, okay, it's not just 10,000 yuan, you're that." Zhang Meng said angrily.

After looking at his watch, it's time to go back, and when Zhao San's old man sees that he is not there, he may have to look for himself in the streets and alleys.

"Damn, this fat man won't be lying to me again, will he?"

Walking on the road, Zhang Meng remembered the fat man's character of three lies, and suddenly shuddered. I don't have a clue when I think about it. Forget it, it's a big deal to feed the dog tomorrow with 10,000 yuan!