At four o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Shuai found the antique shop as promised, Boss Xiao was about 1.65 meters tall, bald, and his eyes were not big, revealing the shrewdness of a businessman.

Jiang Shuai took out the bottle from his arms, handed it to Boss Xiao, and said, "I told you on the phone, it was Li Dafang who introduced me to you, please give me a long look and see how much this thing is worth." ”

After speaking, he added, "Li Dafang is my best classmate in junior high school, and my business is also his business." ”

Jiang Shuai guessed that the relationship between this surnamed Xiao and Li Dafang was not ordinary, and it was really his relative, so he said this to make the other party pay attention to himself. In fact, Li Dafang liked hunting when he was in junior high school, and he belonged to the kind of person who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, and there was almost no intersection between the two.

"Yes."

After Boss Xiao spit out two words in his mouth, he leaned his head close to the bottle and squinted at it.

His eyes fell on the peony, his eyes lit up, and after reaching out and gently rubbing it a few times, he muttered to himself: "I want it, I want it!" ”

Jiang Shuai's heartbeat accelerated thump, judging from the other party's expression, this bottle should be an old thing, 200 yuan was not spent in vain, and eighty percent picked it up and came back.

Just as he was about to ask, he saw that Boss Xiao's gaze moved from the peony to the broken part of the bottle mouth, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

Jiang Shuai's heart lifted, although he was a layman in antique appraisal, he had watched many episodes of treasure appraisal and other programs before, and he knew that as long as something of value was mutilated, it would be greatly depreciated, and it might even be worthless.

I think that the old man who sells bottles in the ghost market is not stupid, why should he sell it easily, it must be because the bottle is broken.

Even if the value is greatly discounted, it doesn't matter, hehe! In addition to the real banknotes at both ends, the stack of 10,000 yuan banknotes is full of dark coins in the middle, the old man is not so easy if you want to make me Jiang Shuai's cheapness, you lie to me, I lie to you, it's a big deal for the two sides to tie, hehe!

Just when Jiang Shuai muttered in his heart, he saw Boss Xiao's eyes move to the side, and after seeing the bloodstain next to the bottle mouth, the original frowning brow suddenly tightened, and suddenly, his eyes became a little flustered, and after glancing at the broken stubble of the bottle mouth, he immediately put the bottle on the table in front of him like an electric shock.

"Where did you get this?" Boss Xiao changed his southern accent and asked in Mandarin.

"Ghost City." Seeing that the other party looked different, Jiang Shuai didn't dare to lie.

"This is an ominous thing, and it must be thrown away." Boss Xiao's tone was unquestionable, and as he spoke, his body took half a step back.

"Senpai!" Jiang Shuai smiled, "Isn't it just a bottle?" It's not a bomb, why are you so nervous? ”

"Do you see blood?" The other party's face became ugly, and he stretched out his hand and pointed to the side of the gap in the bottle, and said, "This is blood, the bottle has been soaked in the blood of the dead man." ”

Jiang Shuai was taken aback: "The blood from the dead? What's going on? ”

"What you brought is a funerary item inside the coffin, and if I didn't look away, the bottle is from the Ming Dynasty. You see, the bottom of the bottle is diamond-shaped, semi-short and ring-footed, although it is a little older, but the tire quality is delicate. The peony on the bottle body adopts the hook dyeing technique, the sketching is skillful, neat and meticulous, and the yellow and white glazes are alternate," Speaking of this, Boss Xiao sighed regretfully, "Alas! If there is no blood, no matter how poisonous the eyesight is, it is absolutely impossible to imagine that the bottle has been soaked in the blood of a dead person, although it is difficult to tell whether this thing is from the official kiln, but there are still more than one million worth of it. It's a pity, it's a pity! ”

Jiang Shuai's throat was dry when he heard this, and he felt as if a big pie had just fallen from the sky, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, he continued the previous question, and asked: "Senior!" Can you be clear, what is Bloodstain? What about being soaked in the blood of a dead man? ”

"Things originally stayed in the coffin to accompany the dead, there was a large amount of dead people's blood in the coffin, the bottle was soaked in blood water for a long time, and after the blood penetrated the enamel, due to the different degrees of immersion, it formed a shape of different shades of color, which looked like blood, which was bloodstains."

"Dead Man...... Blood? Jiang Shuai was stunned for a moment, "How can a dead person bleed, could it be that he was killed by someone?" After killing, throw it directly into the coffin? Wrong! If so, how could a fine vase be put in a coffin as a burial offering? ”

Jiang Shuai shook his head as he spoke, and he also thought of a possibility: after this person died, as soon as he lay down in the coffin, someone lifted the coffin board and used a sharp blade to viciously pierce many blood holes on the dead man's body one after another.

In short, this unlucky guy died unexpectedly.

"Boy, get the stuff away!" Boss Xiao suddenly issued an eviction order.

Jiang Shuai was immediately disappointed, he was expecting to pick up the leak, but he got something that had been soaked in the blood of a dead man in the coffin, it was too unlucky! However, he just took it back and threw it away, and he was reluctant, so he took a fluke and said to Boss Xiao in a consultative tone: "Look, Li Dafang is not an outsider, I trusted you to get it here, no matter what, it is also an antique, it is an antique, and it should be valuable." You also said just now, this bottle is from the Ming Dynasty, isn't there some flaws, with your old craftsmanship, get some clay pinching handle, it is not difficult to restore the gap, right? I won't take it back, let you find a two-five eye here to sell, what are you afraid of blood, when you meet a buyer, you always say that you accidentally scratched your hand, and the blood dripped onto the mark left on it, not to mention the blood of the dead, no one knows......"

While Jiang Shuai was speaking, Boss Xiao's face became more and more ugly, and he was very red, like a pig's liver.

Jiang Shuai noticed that the other party's expression was wrong, and realized that what he said might not be appropriate, so his tone changed, and continued, "In short, I will keep the bottle for you, sell it if you can, it doesn't matter if you have more money or less money, you can do it." If you can't sell it, I'll give it to you, and I'll look for you as a souvenir in the future. ”

Jiang Shuai had already seen that the person recommended by Li Dafang was an expert, it didn't matter if he couldn't get it cheap from the ghost market this time, he would go and get it next time, he would come here after getting something, and he would also find Boss Xiao for identification.

Therefore, it is necessary to get close to the other party and show friendship.

"What did you say?" Boss Xiao said angrily, "Give me as a souvenir? You gave me something soaked in the blood of a dead man as a souvenir? ”

Jiang Shuai realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly explained: "Oh, don't get me wrong, senior, I didn't mean that." I mean, no matter what's wrong with this bottle, it's still an antique, it's still from the Ming Dynasty, so it's a shame to just take it back and throw it away, right? ”

Seeing that Jiang Shuai really didn't understand, Boss Xiao's face softened slightly, sighed, shook his head, and said, "You young man doesn't understand the rules, if it weren't for Li Dafang's introduction, I would have kicked you out long ago." The blood of the dead can't be touched, and if you want to attract bad luck, don't say that this bottle is from the Ming Dynasty, even if it is early, even if it is from the Shang Dynasty, it is worthless. ”

After returning from Boss Xiao's antique shop, Jiang Shuai put the bottle on the table. He is reluctant to throw it away, dead people's blood is dead people's blood, I Jiang Shuai is penniless, not afraid of breaking money, there is no bad luck to pour, isn't there a piece of blood on the bottle, don't you find a way to get it off, it's over, cover it up, change an antique shop, meet a two or five eyes, maybe it will be a rare treasure.

Jiang Shuai found a clean handkerchief, dipped it in some water, approached the bottle, and wiped the blood on the bottle. He didn't dare to push too hard, and tried to wipe it, but found that it was useless. Indeed, as Boss Xiao said, the blood has seeped into the fetal glaze, not the blood stains that fell on it, and it is impossible to wipe it off.

What can I do, I can't let this piece of dead man's blood stay on it so ugly, Jiang Shuai's stubbornness has come up, I can't get rid of it if I don't believe it!

He opened the drawer under the computer desk, took out a fruit knife, placed the blade on top of the blood, and slowly scraped it.

Since you can't wipe it off with a cloth, simply use a knife. This eye-catching bloodstain must be removed, without bloodstains, no one will know that the bottle has been soaked in the blood of the dead, at most the quality is incomplete, and the cultural relics of the Ming Dynasty should also be sold for a lot of money. Beauty Nest

"Click~~"

Jiang Shuai scraped a few times with a fruit knife, and a thin layer of enamel on the bottle body was removed, and the blood stain not only did not get rid of it, but the color became darker and darker.

Your uncle's! Jiang is handsome and doesn't fight anywhere, could it be that the bottle is soaked in the blood of the dead? I can't scrape you if I don't believe it! As soon as he came up stubbornly, his hands were even harder, "Click~~~~~~" The fruit knife sped up the frequency.

After more than a dozen strokes, the fruit knife in Jiang Shuai's hand stopped: as the enamel fell, a hair floated out of the blood.

At first, Jiang Shuai didn't care. The presence of hair in the bottle is not worth making a fuss about, as it was normal for the bottle to fall into the hair of the potter during the processing of the bottle with clay.

However, immediately, Jiang Shuai felt that something was not right: after the hair swept in the air, it fell on the wrist holding the fruit knife. As soon as the hair comes into contact with the skin, there is a hint of coolness, and the coolness is immediately transmitted to the bones through the skin, and the wrist immediately feels like being pricked by needles.

Jiang Shuai subconsciously raised his other hand, pinched the hair that fell on his wrist with his index finger and middle finger, threw it casually, and after the hair swayed, it disappeared.

Looking at the contact between his wrist and his hair, Jiang Shuai was taken aback: a subtle red mark appeared on his wrist.

It's like an embroidery needle that burns your wrist with charcoal fire.

Jiang Shuai gasped, this scene was too weird, he didn't have time to think about it, he quickly looked down to find the hair, and after his eyes swept back and forth on the ground a few times, where was there any hair?

Don't...... Hair is poisonous? Am I poisoned?

Jiang Shuai was a little panicked for a while, he didn't care about looking for his hair, so he quickly raised his wrist to his eyes to take a closer look, fortunately, the subtle red mark just now was gradually fading, and the coolness just now disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Shuai realized that the bottle was extraordinary, he put the fruit knife aside, and his head approached the scrape just now, and found the problem.

I saw that where a layer of tire glaze was scraped off by a fruit knife, dense hair roots appeared, to be exact, it was a broken stubble of hair, which was very subtle, and I wouldn't pay attention to it if I didn't look carefully.

Jiang Shuai realized that when this bottle was first processed, a lot of hair was mixed with clay.

Hey?

Jiang Shuai shook his head incredulously, it is understandable to find one or two hairs in the clay, there are so many hairs, it is incomprehensible.

Clearly, the people who made the bottles did it on purpose.

Jiang Shuai forgot for a moment that the hair that disappeared just now brought him an uncomfortable feeling, at this time, he felt very curious, his head approached the bottle again, looked at the broken stubble of one of the hairs, stretched out his index finger and thumb, pinched, and with a little force, something unthinkable happened: a long hair was slowly pulled out of the bottle.

The same feeling as the hair just now, there was also a cold chill at the contact between the fingers and the hair, like a needle slightly piercing the flesh.

Jiang Shuai didn't throw this hair away casually, he raised the hair high, raised his neck, and took a closer look.

This hair is about 30 centimeters long, very soft, black in color, and glows with a faint crystalline light in the light.

There is no doubt that it is a woman's hair.

Incredibly, this hair looks so full of life, as if it has just been plucked from the head of a living person.

Jiang Shuai was stunned.

How so? Imagine, after the clay is kneaded into the shape of a bottle, it must be sent to the furnace for firing, and the temperature of the furnace has to be thousands of degrees, not to mention the hair in the clay, there is iron wire, after several hours of calcination, the iron wire will also melt, not to mention human hair?

What's the mystery of this hair?

After his curiosity came up, Jiang Shuai didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he stretched out his other hand, pinched the ends of his hair with both hands, left and right, and pulled hard. His idea was simple, he wanted to see if this hair would break with a tug like ordinary people's hair.

The hair is not broken, despite Jiang Shuai's hard work, this hair is full of toughness, no matter how Jiang Shuai pulls, it is constant.

Your uncle's! I still don't believe it! Jiang Shuai came up again, he put his hair on the computer desk, grabbed the fruit knife just now, aimed it at the middle of the hair, and cut it down.

When the hair was cut in two, a fishy smell wafted in the air. Although the fishy smell was very slight, after wafting into his nostrils, Jiang Shuai suddenly felt a sweet throat and had an urge to vomit.

At this time, he found that an even more incredible scene appeared in front of him: he saw that at the stubble where the hair was cut into two pieces by a fruit knife, a drop of dark red blood appeared, the size of a soybean, and before he could look closely, the two drops of blood rolled down to the ground silently, one after the other.

Jiang Shuai only felt a little chill in his back, no matter how bold this kid was, he was frightened by this strange scene.

Suddenly, Jiang Shuai was surprised to find that all the broken hair roots were slowly oozing outward, and the color was dark red, at first it was very fine blood droplets, and gradually, all the blood droplets converged in the middle...... In an instant, a new blood stain appeared on the bottle.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Shuai's pounding heart calmed down. Boss Xiao's analysis is good, this bottle has indeed been soaked in the blood of dead people, and the soaking time is not short, and the blood has penetrated into the inner layer of the bottle through the enamel of the bottle.

Just now two drops of blood flowed from the broken stubble of the hair, it should be that there was blood left on the hair before, of course, very little, the naked eye could not see, the fruit knife cut off the hair, producing a slight concussive force, and the blood adhered to the hair was gathered and gathered into drops by the force.

Jiang Shuai secretly said that he was unlucky, he originally wanted to scrape off the blood at the mouth of the bottle, and after covering it up, he found a random cultural relics store to shoot, who knows, it's okay not to scrape, but after a scrape, it is self-defeating, there is blood everywhere, or dead people's blood, it's really his grandmother's bad luck!

I don't expect to sell for money, and I got 200 yuan for nothing!