The small town where they stayed was not very large, and from the cobblestone street in front of the inn to the right, there was the central square, and Mo Wuwen found the pizzeria from last night. When the boss saw them, he came over enthusiastically and spoke Italian that he didn't understand.

"Pizza ie

i (yesterday). Mo Wuwen repeated two simple words, and stroked the action of eating pizza with his hand.

The shopkeeper immediately understood what he meant, and gave him a thumbs up and muttered something to the waiter.

"Not bad. Master, you can also be a translator. Li Xiaomai said with a smile, laughing and laughing, his smile suddenly stiffened. Because Li Xiaomai found that the man sitting behind the dining table directly opposite them was the gypsy who had robbed the last unknown in the Cathedral Square. Although the man was now well-dressed, his hair was covered with hairspray, and his face was slightly pale, his facial features Li Xiaomai clearly remembered that he was the gypsy who had not been known for robbery.

The gypsy did not panic when he saw that they did not know him, and he stood up to pay the bill, but when he passed by them, he greeted them with a very polite smile, "buo."

a se

a。 ”

He didn't understand the meaning of good evening, but he didn't understand why the gypsy in front of him seemed to be a different person. Mo Wuwen wondered if the gypsies were acting or if they had recognized the wrong person, although the person in front of him and the drunken gypsy looked exactly the same, they couldn't be hooked anyway, not like a person.

Mo Wuwen wanted to ask the boss who this person was, but he couldn't communicate due to the language barrier, and Hu Guohua couldn't get in touch since he said goodbye in the afternoon.

When the pizza was served, they didn't have the intention of tasting it, so after a few sips and a few drinks, everyone decided to go back to the hotel to rest. When he walked to the door of the hotel, he suddenly said to Li Xiaomai, "You go up the stairs first by yourself and see if you can see the old man." ”

Mo Wuwen found that every time Li Xiaomai met that old man, he was alone, what was the reason for this. The ghostly old man in the inn, the sign of the celestial charm on the TV screen, the gypsy who robbed him in front of the Duomo in Milan, the man who looked exactly like the gypsy in the pizzeria. All this is a strange thing that happened to me when I first arrived in Italy, and I can't think of any explanation for it.

"Master, come on, that old man is drinking on the stairs." Li Xiaomai also shouted softly, afraid that the boss lady would be verbose again, and they didn't understand it, and it was troublesome.

Mo Wuwen hurriedly ran forward, there was no old man, only the old staircase gave people an eerie feeling in the dim light.

"When you come, he disappears. He was leaning on here and drinking just now. Li Xiaomai knocked on the wooden staircase, and there was nothing special about the knock knock.

At the end of the room, he said, "Tomorrow no matter what, we will change the hotel, preferably change the city, this city gives me too weird feeling." Tonight we will sleep with the lights on, and I will wait for the dawn to come. ”

"We take turns sleeping, and we have to run errands tomorrow. You don't sleep, you can't eat, you don't hear. Old He yawned again and again.

At this moment, no one pressed the remote control, the TV suddenly turned on automatically, and the screen was full of snowflakes, and after a few seconds, the sound of snow light scattered, and a green dot appeared in the middle of the screen and began to rotate, and in an instant, three big green characters were displayed on the screen, "𡈼 癸水", and the celadon in the pocket of Mo Wuwen also began to hum.

Suddenly, there was a pop of sound and a smiling face appeared on the TV, and before they could react, an old man appeared from the TV and stood in front of them with a wine glass in his hand. Although the old man has gray hair, his sparse hair is still neatly blown, he wears a green silk scarf around his neck, and his checkered shirt is tucked into semi-yellow suspenders.

But what is surprising is that the old man opened his mouth in a non-standard but understandable Mandarin: "Who are you?" ”

"It's him, it's him at the top of the stairs." Li Xiaomai screamed.

"Who are you?" The old man repeated it again.

The old man who could speak Mandarin that came out of the TV screen that showed (non decant water) should have some connection with the Heavenly Master. Mo Wuwen simply got straight to the point, took out the photo of the green bear porcelain piece from the folder and handed it to the old man.

"Where did you get the pictures?" The old man looked at them in astonishment, and his hand holding the glass trembled slightly.

"Do you know Xiong Celadon?" Mo Wuwen was even more surprised.

"It's my stuff, how I don't know it. I remember that when I found the porcelain pieces, I was still in Kunlun Mountain, and I often drank your dragon nest wine in the northwest Guanzhong, which was mellow and fragrant. The old man said as he spoke, closing his eyes and savoring the aroma of wine.

Tuk tuk tuk, footsteps gradually walked from downstairs to upstairs. The old man frowned when he heard the sound, and then disappeared into the TV screen. Everyone held their breath and raised their chairs to stare at the door, what was going to happen.

But the footsteps stopped at the gate, and in a few seconds they walked downstairs.

Everyone looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief, but who was the footsteps in the middle of the night? Li Xiaomai walked to the door and prepared to open the door to see what the situation was.

"Don't open the door." He Tiankun rushed up, pressed Li Xiaomai's hand holding the doorknob, and then said: "The footsteps have disappeared, what if we go out and the footsteps come back......

But the old man seemed to be frightened, hid in the television, and never appeared again.

According to the old man, the Qingxiong porcelain piece belongs to him, and what is the relationship between the Oriental Porcelain Company and him? And what is the origin of this old man, is he a human or a ghost? Mo Wuwen said to He Tiankun.

"How can a person get into the TV, it must be a ghost!" Li Xiaomai's first reaction was to say so.

"Not necessarily, you forgot I fell into the mirror." Mo Wuwen immediately remembered a similar experience, one can fall into a mirror, and of course into a TV screen.

"So what do we do?" Li Xiaohe's face was full of ignorance.

"I'll go to the company tomorrow, we'll sleep in the car later, and I can't stand sleeping hard every day." Mo Wuwen closed his eyes and rested.

After dawn, Hu Guohua hurriedly came to the hotel and said, "You didn't see my mobile phone, I went home yesterday and found that I lost my mobile phone, and I always turned off my phone when I called." ”

"No wonder we couldn't find you."

"What's the matter? You give me your phone number, and I'll save it to my phone," Hu Guohua took out his phone and pressed it back and forth.

"It's okay, then we went to the pizzeria you took us to eat pizza. By the way, you know who we see? Mo Wuwen didn't say anything about the old man coming out of the TV, and Mo Wuwen was afraid that Hu Guohua would mistake them for a madman, so he no longer believed what he said.

"Who?"

"It's the gypsy who robbed me, but he dresses and behaves like a different guy entirely."

"How could it be. The foreigners you saw when you first came to Europe looked like people carved out of a mold, and I wondered how foreigners looked exactly the same. Hu Guohua smiled and said.

"They're really just one person." Li Xiaomai insisted, believing his eyes.

"Okay, okay, when we get back from Milan, I'll ask the pizzeria owner who you've met. Let's go, the delay is a serious traffic jam during the rush hour. Hu Guohua patted Li Xiaomai's shoulder and opened the door and went out.

It rained early in the morning, which was a little cool, but the fresh air was a good time to sleep, plus there was only a short sleep last night. With the bumps of the car, Mo Wuwen gradually couldn't open his eyes and actually fell asleep.

In his sleep, he walked out of the car in a trance and was startled, why did the car turn back to the hotel, he turned back to the car and patted the car door and shouted, "Mr. Hu, you are driving in the wrong place." ”

No one reacted for a long time, and he couldn't believe the scene in front of him when he opened the car door, and the car was empty!

"Where have the people gone? Could it be that something happened to me during the time I slept. Mo Wuwen thought about looking left and right, and unconsciously walked into the inn.

The proprietress didn't know what to say when she saw him come forward, and although Mo Wuwen didn't understand, she could read her malicious smirk.

Mo Wuwen helped the stairs upstairs to unlock the lock and pushed it open, and immediately closed the door in a panic, because the old man with the wine glass was sitting on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, and saw Mo Wuwen stretch out his arms and make a toasting gesture.

"Where's my friend!" Mo Wuwen asked anxiously,

"I don't know where your friends are, but I promise they're safe for now. Tell me how you got that picture of the porcelain sile. The old man stood up and walked towards the end of the silence.

"The advertising plan of the Milan Oriental Porcelain Company uses the pattern of the blue bear porcelain piece."

"Then why are you here?" The old man's eyes suddenly stopped being drunk, and instantly became sharp and staring at Mo Wuwen.

"Make money!" Mo Wuwen said without hesitation.

"How much is a piece of broken porcelain worth to make you come all the way?"

"I don't know how much it's worth, even if it's your thing, you can sell it to us at a price." Mo Wuwen strives to think of himself as a greedy businessman.

"I don't have a porcelain tile in my hand, but the porcelain tile is mine." The old man's eyes gradually faded and became cloudy.

"Lost? Robbed? Or what's wrong? Mo Wuwen asked urgently.

"I want back what belongs to me, at all costs!" The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly surged, and all that flowed out was anger.

Mo Wuwen couldn't guess what the old man meant, so he simply didn't speak and listened to what he said.

"If you want to go back alive, you have to listen to me." The old man's expression softened, and he took a sip of wine and sat back down on the sofa.

"I can also break the TV." Mo Wuwen was not afraid of the old man's intimidation, and said unhurriedly.

"Hehe, you think I'm living on TV?"