"Where did you go?"

As soon as he took out the key and opened the door, a faint voice suddenly floated from the living room, startling Zhang Meng.

"Third uncle, it's a big night, don't be scary, okay? I just came back from the cemetery of King Guangchuan, and my heart is not yet steady. Zhang Meng said with a white face.

This Zhao San's lights were not turned on, and he suddenly made a sound in the dark living room, which was indeed panicked.

"Don't change the subject for me, I knew you kid wouldn't let me worry, and that's the case. After reading this, you will understand it all, no wonder I think that dead fat man is not simple! Zhao San slapped a piece of paper on the table.

"Hoover, born in 1970, into a family of archaeologists, broke discipline when he was an educated youth in the 80s, took the lead in stealing lesbian underwear to masturbate, and was kicked out of the team. Soon, he traveled around Hubei and became a well-known inverted king, ruthless, and the people in the rivers and lakes gave him the nickname 'Maitreya Buddha', also called 'Fat Master'. The Ye family wanted to absorb him as Tiangang several times, but he refused, which shows that this person is not ambitious. ”

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The details of the fat man were all recorded on this form, and even who the first love talked to, the more Zhang Meng looked at it, the more frightened he became, this fat man was fat, but he didn't expect it to be a hard stubble!

"It turned out that he came from the mainland, and I said that I couldn't find out the identity of this person. Ah Meng, since this fat man is a little entangled with you, I don't plan to deal with him this time. But I warn you, if you dare to meet him again, don't blame the third uncle for turning his face and not recognizing people, even if he desperately loses a few buddies, he will also be killed......"

Zhao San smoked a cigarette and said suddenly.

Since this guy can be notorious in the tomb robbery world, no matter what he does now, he has a black background.

"Then why is this fat man coming to Hong Kong......" Zhang Meng was also nervous at this time, he wouldn't have any ill intentions towards himself, right?

"I've checked, nine times out of ten, this fat man is here to make money, his sister seems to be terminally ill and wants to make up some medical expenses, but is Hong Kong's money so easy to make?" Zhao San sneered.

"Third uncle, I will see him at home tomorrow, he may know something, and you will come with him then." Zhang Meng said.

"What can this fat man know? I'll just let him fuck off tomorrow. Zhao San said disdainfully.

"Don't, in fact, the fat man was introduced to me by Laizi, and this guy really knows a lot. Anyway, with the third uncle here tomorrow, he can still be presumptuous, could it be...... Third uncle, you can't beat him? Zhang Meng shamelessly pretended to be suddenly enlightened.

Sure enough, Zhao San jumped up from the sofa all of a sudden, and his eyes were bigger than the copper bell: "When Lao Tzu came out to walk the rivers and lakes, this fat man didn't know where to wear open crotch pants, and you actually said that I was afraid of him!" ”

"That's it, third uncle, come over early tomorrow. Sleep and sleep, I have to make up for sleep these days, and I am sleepy. Zhang Meng yawned and ordered the eviction, and the angry Zhao San couldn't cry or laugh.

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After a day of tossing, Zhang Meng fell asleep soundly as soon as he lay down, and it was not until the next morning that a rapid knock on the door woke him up.

"Third uncle, what are you shooting on the door so early?" Zhang Meng hasn't slept enough, and now he's a mush.

"Nonsense, isn't that dead fat man coming today? I didn't come sooner. Zhao San didn't have the habit of sleeping lazy, and he was full of anger when he spoke.

Zhang Meng was also a thriller when he heard it, this thing was related to a big secret, he quickly washed up, took out two braised beef fast food, and waited for the fat man to come to the door after eating it casually with Zhao San.

A full morning passed, and Zhao San's face was a little unbearable: "Ah Meng, when did you date that fat man?" ”

"I remember it was morning, could it be that I remembered wrong?" Zhang Meng blinked.

"Let's go, Lao Tzu doesn't have so much time to talk to him, let's go directly to him!" Zhao San scolded.

Zhang Meng could only nod when he thought about it, it was not a way to wait like this.

Zhang Meng brought the bronze statue with him, and Zhao San and the two came to the fat man's tattered antique shop.

Both of them looked a little unkind, and at the door, they heard a snoring sound, and knocked on the door several times in a row, but no one came to open it.

Zhao San was not so polite, he directly kicked the door open.

The fat man was lying on the sofa in the living room, wearing a pair of Astro Boy pants, and he slept like a dead pig.

Zhang Meng kicked a few times, but the fat man didn't react at all, he had an idea, took a tissue and crushed it into two balls, and stuffed it into the fat man's nostrils.

The fat man's face became a little flushed, and his chest seemed to be stuck, Zhang Meng looked at it interestingly, and was about to take a closer look, but saw the fat man sneeze violently and squirted out the two tissues.

"Hey, who are you? Why did you come to my house. ”

The fat man was still a little dazed in his sleep, and he turned around and continued to sleep.

"You dead fat man, didn't you make an appointment to meet in the morning? When the hell is this? Still sleeping. ”

Zhang Meng grabbed the fat man's vest and pulled it hard, for fear that the fat man would continue to sleep.

"Tap, little brother, shake the fat man and me out of breath, no one can crack the secret of your......" Hu Fatzi pulled Zhang Meng's throat and quickly shouted.

"Who is this dead old man? How do you look so familiar. ”

The fat man felt that Zhao San was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was for a while. Suddenly, he felt a pimple in his heart, as if this old man was the deacon of Mingtang.

"Hahaha, the distinguished guest came to the door, and the house was full of light, haha, haha!"

Zhang Meng and Zhao Sanyi's heads were black, and Zhao San sneered: "Hoover, don't fight haha, I don't care about you last time." The idea of coming here from the mainland to pan for gold is good, but it also gives me some peace. Next time you dare to cheat the second time, I'll chop off your two hands to make wine! ”

"The third uncle is the third uncle, when I heard Brother A Meng say yesterday, I was in awe of the fat man, I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see the hero's demeanor today, it's like the ancestral tomb is smoking! Come on, come on, I'll make a cup of tea for the third uncle, Ah Meng hurriedly entertains the next family, I'll go dress up, it's so rude. ”

The fat man ran to the back room in a hurry, Zhang Meng glanced at Zhao San dumbfounded, and saw three words from the other party's eyes: shameless.

"Alright, fatty, I'm bringing this cipher today. If you can't get Mingtang, don't want a penny! ”

Zhang Meng watched that the fat man was busy washing tea trays and making tea, and he took advantage of this moment to quickly warn that this guy in the province had something to do to fool him.

"There will be no mistake, if you want to talk about the understanding of the text, there are not so many people in the world who can surpass me, do you know Hu Hanchao?" The fat man said triumphantly.

"The one from the Shaanxi archaeological team?" Zhao San said coldly.

"The third uncle has good eyesight, Hu Hanchao is my father, and the jade slip of the Western Zhou Dynasty was dug up by him, did you say that you found the right person this time?" The fat man tried his best to make a light appearance.

However, that smug momentum still made Zhang Meng want to kick him in the face.

"The third uncle drinks tea."

"This tea is good."

Zhang Meng has been in contact with the fat man a few times, and he also knows that the fat man is the kind of person who is exaggerated and unwilling to admit it. Leave him alone, and he'll tell you all about it later, so don't be in a hurry at this time.

"I said you two are not in a hurry at all, you have a problem with this paper......" said the fat man.

"Questions?"

Zhang Meng had a question mark in his head, and he couldn't react for a while, what did this fat man mean.

"Yesterday, I carefully compared, although I still don't understand the general meaning, but there are two places inside, and there is a slight gap with the unearthed jade slip." When the fat man said this, his expression was a little stern.

"If these inscriptions are in the same era as the Western Zhou Yujian, then I want to congratulate you, the inscription in your hand is fake. Because the culture of the inscription is very special, these characters are written for ghosts and gods, and it stands to reason that this kind of mistake will not occur. The fat man scratched his head and said.

"But there is another possibility, that is, my father dug up the jade is not accurate. Do you have any real objects for me to see, if these words are fake, I can still distinguish the difference from the real thing......"

"The real thing is gone, and I also memorized these inscriptions, hey, could it be that I remember some parts wrongly?" Zhang Meng felt that what the fat man said was a little confused, and he asked a little strangely.

"It's not that kind of problem, for example, your name is Zhang Meng, Zhang is the surname, Meng is the name, and you will never say that you will be Meng Zhang, which is a basic grammatical common sense. But there is this kind of common-sense problem in this inscription of yours, so I suspect that these inscriptions are forged, if it is some heavy weapons, you have to be careful, nine times out of ten it is a fake. ”

The most famous in the Shang and Zhou dynasties was bronzes, and the 'heavy weapons' in the fat man's mouth referred to bronzes.

"Forget it, let's not talk about that, look at this statue, is it the cipher in your mouth." After Zhang Meng finished speaking, he threw the bronze statue to the fat man.

"Cipher?" Zhao San was a little confused when he heard it.

"Third uncle, do you remember the stone tablet, this thing was caught under the stone tablet, and the fat man said that it was very likely to be a cipher for translating these inscriptions." Zhang Meng explained.

Zhao San frowned, staring at the fat man suspiciously: "I said little fat man, I've never heard of something like a cipher for translating text, don't lie to people......"

"Fat man, can I still deceive people? Just wait and see, if it's a mule or a horse. ”

The fat man's face was flushed: "You people from the southern and northern factions, with a lot of courage, you don't know anything about real knowledge, and you don't know how many good things have been wasted!" ”

The fat man shook his head and sighed as he pulled out a basin in a disdainful tone.

He looked like he was twenty-six or seventeen years old, but he looked old-fashioned when he spoke, Zhao San heard it interestingly, so he asked, "Little fat man, what genre are you?" ”

"Fat man, I have no way or faction, relying on the advanced ideas under the leadership of Chairman Mao to fight against you bourgeois paper tigers!" The fat man said.