Mo Wuwen didn't bother to talk to him, so he simply sat on the sofa and collapsed to rest.

"Even if you don't seem to have any curiosity at all, aren't you worried that you'll die in a foreign land?" The old man's tone was very gentle, but it was a straightforward threat, and he was completely intimidating.

"Then what do you say I should do?" Mo Wuwen said calmly.

"Has anyone been following you lately?"

"Well, it doesn't seem to be. But I don't know if it's the gypsy I often meet. ”

"Follow him and you'll find secrets—" The old man pretended to be a mystery, and stopped half-talking. I only heard the rumbling and thunder, and suddenly the wind and rain crackled against the glass window.

"Why is it raining heavily, and the sky is still clear when I just go out." Hu Guohua, who was driving the car, was muttering.

It turned out to be a dream! Mo Wuwen, who opened his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, wondering if this dream was so realistic, could it be that he walked into the old man's dream just like he walked into Sima Dafeng's dream.

When they arrived at the Milan Oriental Porcelain Company, the secretary at the front desk saw Hu Guohua and said in Italian, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hu." Luigi said that the owner of the porcelain tile had changed his mind and was not ready to sell the porcelain tiles. I'm so sorry. ”

"Why!" Hu Guohua roared, people came all the way to say sorry to send it away?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hu. We don't know why, but Mr. Luigie was already on the plane to London in the morning when he had an urgent matter. The secretary at the front desk still said to the angry Hu Guohua with a professional smile.

Hu Guohua turned to everyone and said, "We were tricked, and they said they didn't sell porcelain." ”

"How so. Then we didn't come for nothing! Li Xiaomai also shouted.

"Maybe it's a conspiracy. Since we came to Italy, there have been strange things, and I don't think it will be as simple as buying and selling porcelain tiles. I was just dreaming in the car that the old man in the hotel actually spoke Chinese, and he also said that he was the owner of the porcelain tiles, and threatened that we had to listen to him. Mo Wuwen walked out of the Oriental Porcelain Company and told everyone about the scene in his dream.

"Master, that's just a dream." Li Xiaomai would not believe that an Italian drunk could speak Chinese.

"Even Louisi, who knew the owner of the porcelain piece, avoided us, and the only clue was broken, where did we go to find the celadon piece. What are you going to do? He Guohua also had no choice but to get into the car.

"Mr. He, please contact that sushi boss, I want to know something from him." Mo Wuwen remembered that he had heard that they were living in PO

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"Why sushi tastes okay, then we'll eat it. After eating, I will take you to go shopping, anyway, I will come here, and by the way, I will visit Italy. Hu Guohua said enthusiastically.

"Mr. Hu, I think I can get some clues about celadon from him." In the end, nothing has been heard of, and now the facts can no longer be concealed from Hu Guohua.

"He? What could he know? ”

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The sushi boss was stunned for a moment when he saw them, Hu Guohua went up and muttered a few words to him, and the boss walked up to Mo Wuwen and asked, "Hello, I'm Hu Dabing." You're all right. ”

"What's okay?" Mo Wuwen made him confused.

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"Is the ghost an old man?"

"How do you know! Could it be—" Hu Dabing's eyes suddenly widened as big as a gong.

"Who's that old man?"

Hu Dabing invited them to the office, closed the door and said, "That old man is the founder of the inn, and it is said that after his death, his ghost has never left the po."

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Hu Guohua trembled his hands in astonishment when he heard this, and looked at Mo Wuwen with puzzled eyes, expecting to say from Mo Wuwen's mouth that he didn't see the ghost of the old man. But it backfired, and Mo Wuwen couldn't help nodding in agreement.

"How can that ghost speak Mandarin?" Mo Wuwen said in a soothing tone as much as possible.

"You..." Hu Dabing stared at Mo Wuwen with fearful eyes, wondering who this person in front of him was? How did you know so much about the dead old man.

"I've seen him in my dreams." He knew that even though he was telling the truth, it was hard for people to believe it.

"Oh. It's nothing to do, I'm going out to get busy, it's dinner time, or you guys come out for a bite to eat, and we'll talk about it later. Hu Dabing obviously didn't believe Mo Wuwen's words.

Hu Guohua was also confused and didn't understand what was going on.

When we got up so early in the morning and didn't eat, everyone was hungry at noon, so Hu Guohua asked everyone to go to the restaurant to eat something together. As soon as he arrived at the restaurant, he saw a group of people shouting around him, and Hu Guohua asked the waiter next to him, "What's the matter?" ”

"It's not that the gypsies are pretending to be poisoned after eating, not trying to pay for their own food. It's not the first time, the boss called the police and called an ambulance, and it is estimated that the gendarmes will come soon, and they will be honest when they come. The waiter said in surprise.

The Gypsies' shouts grew louder and louder, and the guests stood up and left. After a while, the gypsy who was pretending to be poisoned in the ambulance was carried to the ambulance by volunteers on a stretcher.

At this time, a group of gypsies poured in from outside the store and cursed at Hu Dabing, and some people picked up chairs and prepared to smash Hu Dabing. He didn't have time to think about rushing over, and kicked the gypsy down with one kick. When he turned over, Mo Wuwen was also surprised, it turned out to be the gypsy who had robbed him!

Some gypsies outside the city saw the fight, and they rushed over one by one. Li Xiaomai punched the neck of the person who rushed to the front, and kicked the stall of the person who rushed next. Li Xiaohe also immediately joined the fight, and smashed a punch into the face of the person who came, instantly knocking the person to the ground. The three of them worked together, and within a few minutes the gendarmes arrived at the scene, and there were gypsies lying on the ground.

Hu Dabing seemed to be quite familiar with the military police, and after chatting with the military police, he took them to see the CCTV video. There were no serious injuries, all skin injuries. After watching the video, the gendarmes reprimanded the gypsies who had caused the trouble, telling them not to cause trouble again.

"Thank you, I can't see that you are so good, no wonder the gendarmes still praise you as Bruce Lee." Hu Dabing said admiringly.

"Who was that group just now, and among them was the gypsy who robbed me at the Duomo of Milan." Mo Wuwen pulled over the chair and sat down to rest.

At this time, someone came over and muttered something in Hu Dabing's ear, Hu Dawu's tense face relaxed, and he said to everyone, "The test results showed that the woman was not poisoned at all, they just wanted to blackmail us." ”

When the guests were gone, Hu Dabing said to Mo Wuwen, "What the hell is going on in that hotel." ”

"I really heard that ghost speak Mandarin in my dream. Really, I didn't lie to you. Mo Wuwen said seriously, then turned to Hu Guohua and said, "Go to that pizzeria, let's go and inquire about personal news." ”

"What the hell are you?" At the end of the day, their mystery made Hu Guohua slightly uneasy.

"We came here just to find the piece of porcelain, but we all had some unusual experiences. I did see that ghost, I did. He Tiankun explained to Hu Guohua.

"The gypsy I just knocked to the ground looked exactly like someone I saw at a pizzeria, and I wanted to know where they came from." Mo Wuwen didn't say that he heard the ghost old man say it in a dream, and he was afraid that Hu Dabing would be in a state of collapse.

"What does this have to do with the porcelain tiles you're looking for?"

"Because the gypsies have been following us and trying to get us out of trouble. And it is precisely these that reveal what they have to do with celadon pieces. Mr. Hu, the owner of the Oriental Porcelain Company deliberately avoided us. I feel that there is something stopping us from looking for celadon. The head of Mo Wuwen's analysis is Dao, and Hu Guohua has to believe that Mo Wuwen is speaking.

"Boss Hu, we need the video photo of that gypsy so that the pizza shop owner can tell if it's a person." Mo Wuwen pleaded with Hu Dabing.

"Okay, right away. It's a trifle. Hu Dabing and Mo Wuwen are not familiar with each other, but in the face of evil forces, he dared to stand up and help, Hu Dabing was very moved, this little favor will definitely help.

When they arrived at the pizzeria, it was closed, and Hu Guohua said to everyone, "Mario likes to go to the bar after work for a few drinks and get together with friends to chat." Let's go to him. ”

The shops along the street are closed for lunch, except for the bar, where the coffee-colored doors stand demure and dignified, embraced by the pale yellow façade.

The architecture of the whole street is still in the style of a hundred years ago, there is no bright color contrast, and it is even a little old. The sidewalk supplemented by bluestone slabs is a little narrow, and there are some helpless traces of time.

Hu Guohua walked into the bar, and the crowd of three or five played cards, onlookers, slot machines, and drinkers. When Mario saw Hu Guohua, he raised his hand and greeted, "Hu, my friend." ”

"Hello, Mario. I'm looking for you for something. Hu Guohua smiled at Marcio's friends and said, "I'm sorry, Mario will be back soon." ”

Walking to the corner of the bar, Hu Guohua took out a printout photo, handed it to Mario, pointed to the gypsy and said, "Do you know this person?" ”

Mario looked at it for a long time and said, "This man seems to be Antonio's twin brother." ”