There is a Buddhist shrine in the northeast corner of the living room, on which Guan Erye is enshrined, and Meng Qiao and I have to respectfully incense every morning.

Now, the sandalwood fragrance in the living room is extremely strong, and it seems that Meng Qiao has burned too much incense.

I looked at the Buddhist shrine, and Meng Qiao immediately explained: "Today, the person who sent the painting sprayed too much perfume on his body, and I was worried that the antiques in the showroom would smell of perfume, so I stopped burning more than a dozen sticks of sandalwood and smoked all the rooms." ”

"All rooms?" I was taken aback.

No matter how strong the smell of perfume is, it is impossible to spread from the living room to the other rooms. What's even more strange is that when I met the proprietress in the dumpling shop, she had a very faint smell of perfume, and it was impossible for her to deliberately spray perfume in order to come to the antique shop to deliver paintings.

Meng Qiao was also alert: "Yes, the perfume smell is so strong that I still have the strong smell of lavender, forget-me-not, and dogwood in my nose to this day." ”

I immediately left the parlor, went around the exhibition hall, and after a moment's thought, I went out the back door, through the courtyard, and into the small building.

In the middle of the first floor of the small building is the living room, with Meng Qiao's bedroom on the left and my bedroom and a study on the right.

Without any hesitation, I went straight to the study.

Obviously, the perfume smell from the front parlor also spreads here, and I can smell the tail scent of the lavender perfume.

"Impossible, impossible!" I whispered, closing the gaping front window first.

I deliberately didn't turn on the light, closed my eyes, and felt everything in the study in the dark. Soon, I realized that the perfume smell came from the top of the shelf.

"Someone has been here, and the smell of perfume from the person who sent the painting is just to cover up the trail of another sneaker." I opened my eyes, turned on the light, and dragged over a chair and stepped on.

On the top of the bookshelf, in the corner behind the carved cloud head decorative panel, in addition to the dust, there is a black round bug, only the size of a coat button.

I breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the bugging device and held it in the palm of my hand.

Meng Qiao followed up and saw what was in my palm, and his face changed.

I put the bugging on the ground and slowly crushed it to pieces with the heel of my leather shoe.

"There must be one in the other rooms, I guess, that's what the frosty girl gave us." I whispered to Meng Qiao.

Meng Qiao's face turned red, and he turned sharply and searched the other rooms.

Jianghu characters rarely use bugs, and most of them do things in a straightforward way, retreating when they see a profit, and retreating quickly when they see a bad situation.

As far as I know, only international spies like to use wiretapping, and their logistics department is able to provide a steady stream of up-to-date bugs, no matter the cost.

"Secret services, spies, state dumping? What is the goal of this kind of people coming to Dunhuang? Isn't it also interested in the 'Golden Mountain and Silver Sea Jade Palace'? I looked down and thought.

If my guess is correct, then Mr. Yan has become a rat in the bellows, thinking that it is a good thing, but in fact it is a catastrophe.

The spy profession is a product of the politics of a great power and international struggle, and it is only loyal to the country and will always put the national interests above all morality, the rule of law and human nature. In other words, once you become a secret agent, you abandon all elements of humanity and become a state power apparatus like the police and the army.

Just imagine, Mr. Yan, an intermediary painter, can he get mixed with these spies, can there be a good result? He covets the beauty of the proprietress and people treat him as an ant and a dog.

Soon, Meng Qiao found seven more bugs in the bedroom, living room, bathroom, and kitchen. Happily, she had calmed down from her initial anger, and just frowned and didn't say a word.

"Eliminating these bugs is not a recipe for everything. The wind began to blow, and the trees could no longer be still. I said lightly.

"Okay, a small defeat in the first battle, this is a very useful warning." Meng Qiao nodded.

We went back to the living room, re-made our tea, and sat down in the old elm circle chairs.

"Long Fei, next, will you take the initiative to contact Miss Gu? I think that since they are friends of Brother Lei, and they encounter some things in Dunhuang, of course we can't stand idly by. Moncho said.

Her eyes kept flickering, and she knew that these words were just an introduction, and the more important words were hidden behind.

"Let's just say anything, we can put it on the table and discuss it." I said with a smile.

Meng Qiao Zhengse continued: "When I was on Hong Kong Island, I knew that Gu Tingguo, a tycoon in the antique industry. The Gu family has enough money, which is no worse than Li Ka-shing, the richest man in China. Then, his sister Gu Tingcheng came to Dunhuang, and the purpose will never be single and simple. If the Gu family was not sure about the 'Golden Mountain and Silver Sea Jade Palace', how could they smash millions on Lu Zhongguo? What I mean is that with Miss Gu, you can't sit back and let the world divide up the treasures of the Mogao Grottoes. You once said that in the depths of your memory, you always see the dancing girl in the bouncing pipa picture, proving that you are also inextricably linked to the Mogao Grottoes. Then, the treasure of the 'Golden Mountain and Silver Sea Jade Palace' also has your share. In the face of the world's amazing treasures, blindly pushing will only become an incompetent person in the historical record. If you want, I will not only activate the underground informant network, but also summon all the people who have been in contact with Hong Kong Island to fully support you. What do you think? ”

I know that Meng Qiao has been doing something in secret, and he has never cut off contact with the rivers and lakes. She is willing to follow me to Dunhuang, but it does not mean that she is willing to withdraw from the colorful stage of the rivers and lakes.

When she did these things, I took a non-committal, non-committal attitude. Perhaps, subconsciously, I also know that I can't be out of the rivers and lakes forever, but just temporarily withdraw.

"Okay." I nodded in agreement.

"Actually......" Meng Qiao groaned, stretched out his right index finger, and pointed to the top.

That action represents the "thunderous sky".

After quitting the rivers and lakes, we rarely mentioned Lei Dongtian's name in conversation. Lei Dongtian has too much to do with the growth of me and Meng Qiao, and if you want to quit the rivers and lakes, you have to forget this name first.

"Well, I know what you mean." I nodded again.

When leaving Hong Kong Island, Lei Dongtian once told me in front of the heads of all the branches of the Perak Hall: "Long Fei, if you encounter anything outside, you need to gather people and horses, a cloud-piercing arrow will meet you with thousands of troops. My 150,000 children in the Perak Hall will always be your backup, and as long as I am alive, this sentence will always be valid. ”

When Meng Qiao made that move just now, he asked me if I wanted to ask Lei Dongtian for help.

The mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings, and people from all walks of life are ready to move, all for the unknown treasure behind the Mogao Grottoes.

I shook my head, the Perak Hall is powerful, but I am not a disciple of the Thunder Gate, and I have no right to rely too much on the Perak Hall. Even if Lei Dongtian favors me, it is only a good friendship, and it cannot be used as a backer forever.

"Okay." Meng Qiao nodded.

She understands my principles, so she doesn't force them.

There are no valuables in the antique shop, and they are not worth being coveted. According to my inference, the person who sent the painting, the proprietress is still in the stage of "casting a wide net", and it is not particularly aimed at a certain person or a certain thing, after all, there are too many rumors around the Mogao Grottoes, true and false, false and real, and there are also a lot of false rumors and no credible news. If all the news is tracked down together and done together, then no one side will be able to devote so much energy.

For example, the story of "Shi Da, the Winged King of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, who opened an underground golden temple" that was widely circulated in Dunhuang ten years ago, triggered at least 30 fights and killings, and eventually alarmed the high-level security services in the capital. The so-called "Golden Temple" did not appear in the world, and the message was gone, becoming a joke in the community.

Man dies for money, and birds die for food.

In fact, many people who come for great wealth often have not yet touched the threshold of the treasure, and have already died in vain.

"I'm going to arrange the eyeliner." Meng Qiao walked out.

Looking at her back, I suddenly felt a deep feeling. We have been dependent on each other for too long, and we are best friends and comrades-in-arms who have the same heart. No one can replace this emotion. I've always believed that if one day I face a major danger, Moncho will definitely be able to block my gun.

I put the painted painting on the sleeve into the camphor wood box, and picked up the yellowed diary in the box.

The book "Centuries" is full of mysterious and terrifying horror prophecies, why did the person who left the diary copy "1999 King of Terror" here, and what does it mean?

The diary also left the intruder's scent, which was completely different from the normal smell of perfume.

"Interested in these? What are the intruders looking for? I closed the box, full of doubts.

When I undressed and went to bed, I kept thinking about that cold girl.

The mural doesn't make sounds, but I did hear the sound of a lute at the time, which was quite real, not like an auditory hallucination.

As we all know, the sand on Mingsha Mountain can sound with the wind, so it is called "Mingsha". None of the accounts are about the "sound of the lute".

"Could it be that she used some kind of illusion, which was performed at close range, and caused me to hallucinate?" That's my last suspicion.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and a woman in a light gauze and a high bun appeared on the white wall opposite the bed. The pipa was held in her arms, and before she could start playing, the wonderful breath of youth came to her face.

"Who?" I asked in a low voice.

The woman ignored it, staring down at the strings.

"Are you the dancing girl who bounces the pipa in the Mogao Grottoes?" I was shocked.

She still didn't speak, raised her right palm, and with a backhand stroke, the sound of the lute sounded softly like a spring wave and an autumn wind chime.

Halfway through, she dances, twisting and spinning, and her toes stand upright like a ballerina.

In order to study the rebound pipa diagram, I went to the Dunhuang Library to consult the information about the ancient dance of Dunhuang, and also visited many local art groups, and traced the roots of Dunhuang ethnic culture since the Han and Tang dynasties.

I am sure that the woman dancing in front of me is dancing like the ancient Dunhuang dance, but with many unfamiliar movements.