Skillfully break the ten locks of the pepper map

Five clever and exquisite for ghost money

The whole story doesn't seem to be very long, but the content in the second half is quite obscure. In order to deepen my impression of the second half, Tie Suo Zhang asked me to recite the whole story more than a dozen times in succession, and after confirming that I had completely mastered it and memorized it very skillfully, he nodded slowly.

"Very good, I didn't expect you to be able to memorize the whole story so quickly so well. Good, good! He said "very good" four or five times in a row, and then, reaching out and pulling out a 30-centimeter-long, seven-eight-centimeter wooden box from his jacket pocket, and a bag wrapped in cowhide, he threw it to me. "You try to turn it on with a scrambled spring."

"Yes!" I reached out and grabbed the wooden box, then held it up in front of my eyes and looked at it carefully. I saw that this box is very different, the whole is trapezoidal, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, it is made of ancient pine wood, the whole box presents a faint dark brown, it seems that it is often played with in the palm of the hand, there is a small round hole at the narrow end, it seems that the key should be empty, however, the iron lock Zhang threw it to me at this time, and should not let me open it with the key. Sure enough, when I opened the bag made of cowhide, I found that it contained all kinds of lock-picking tools.

I took a deep breath to allow myself to concentrate a bit. Then, he reached out and picked out two relatively handy probe pins from the leather bag, and then carefully reached into the lock. At first, I thought that Tie Suo Zhang was just trying to test my understanding of the chaotic spring decision, so while using the probe lock pin to pluck the lock spring inside, I silently recited the content of the second half of the chaotic spring decision. However, after a while, I found that the mechanism in this box is different from all the lock cylinders I have encountered before, under normal circumstances, the lock springs in a lock are divided into three, six, and twelve, according to common sense, you only need to dial these lock springs to the same horizontal position to open this lock. As far as I know, the best anti-theft door lock cylinder on the market is the twelve lock springs, that is, if a person can open a lock with twelve lock springs, then his skill is already very high. However, when I leaned in, I found that the lock spring in it is a hidden mystery, on the surface it seems that there are only eight unreasonable lock springs, but when you dial a lock spring to a parallel position, there will be inexplicably two more lock springs to block your way, I roughly counted, there are at least twenty-four lock springs in it.

"This ......," I couldn't help but glance at the iron lock in surprise.

"Hah! Have you discovered the mystery here? It means that you are not bad! Iron Lock Zhang nodded in relief. This box is called the Mandarin Duck Box, which is made by a famous craftsman in the late Qing Dynasty, there are a total of 24 lock springs, which are arranged according to the Yin and Yang Bagua way, and I usually use it to practice my feelings, which is also a method of practice. Because the Jiaotu lock is too complex and requires a very high degree of tacit understanding, whether or not to open this mandarin duck box has become the primary premise. ”

"Hmm!" I didn't say anything more, just nodded. Then begin to concentrate on the changes between the lock spring and the probe lock pin.

…… ……

In April, the weather in the Northeast starts to cool down in the evening.

Although the wind has gradually decreased, the coolness in the air has begun to get heavier and heavier, and people can't help but curse this ghost weather in their hearts.

Zhang Chengyong was sitting at the window at this time, watching the sunset, and said scoldingly: "It's been almost four hours since I went in, grandma, can I still come out." As he spoke, he couldn't help wrapping his clothes, "What kind of day is this, it's cold again now." After saying that, he couldn't help but glance at the wooden door with the messy words engraved with it.

There were only him and Mr. Tianmu in the room, and he naturally said this to Mr. Tianmu.

Mr. Tianmu didn't seem to hear his words at all, and still splashed ink on his own, this time he wrote "Long Hate Song", it seems that he likes things related to Yang Yuhuan very much.

There was no light in the house, although there was still a little sunlight outside, but the sunset was still about to set, and the room was getting darker and darker, but Mr. Tianmu was not affected at all, and he still wrote neatly, this time in regular script.

Zhang Chengyong looked at Mr. Tianmu's sonorous and powerful penmanship, and couldn't help but read it. "The spring night is bitter and the day is short, and the king does not rise early. There is no leisure for the Chenghuan banquet, and the spring is a special night from the spring outing. There are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 are pampered in one. The golden house is dressed up as a delicate night, and the jade building feasts are drunk and spring. After reading a paragraph, Zhang Chengyong couldn't help but sigh, "Hey! ”

"Oh? Why sigh? Mr. Tianmu smiled. Did I write it wrong? Or am I writing crookedly? ”

"You have neither made a mistake nor written crookedly!" Zhang Chengyong said.

"Then why are you sighing?" Mr. Tianmu said.

"I sigh because you are already blind, but why you can read more accurately than normal people, and write more neatly than ordinary people." Zhang Chengyong said.

"Haha! That's because sometimes, you don't need eyes to see things. Of course ......"

Of course, there are many things in the world that don't need eyes. Sometimes it's most accurate to feel with your heart. "Just before Mr. Tianmu finished speaking, a person suddenly took over the conversation, and the person who spoke was me.

"You're out? What's going on? Is it open? Seeing me push the door out, Zhang Chengyong ran over all of a sudden.

"Hmm!" I nodded.

"Looks like you've got it. Yes, when it took me a long time for a blind man to comprehend it, I didn't expect you to be able to comprehend it so quickly, it seems that you kid is not simple! Mr. Tenmu said and patted me on the shoulder, a look of approval on his face.

"What's in that box?" Zhang Chengyong asked curiously.

"It contains three ancient books, a dozen materials, an old photograph, and ......," I said and paused.

"What else?" Zhang Chengyong asked.

"And a letter my grandfather left me." I said and spread those things in front of Zhang Chengyong. The ancient book is wrapped in oiled paper, a total of three copies, a long, long time is definitely not close, the text on it is very strange, twisted and crooked, it seems that it should be the ancient Western Regions text. A large stack of materials, I took a look at the general content, basically about a place called Dahuluo Old Peak at the junction of Inner Mongolia and Xinjiang. And that photo is the weirdest of these materials, the overall photo is black and white, it looks like it should have been taken a long time ago, it should be the kind of old-fashioned camera, so the picture quality is not high, plus the light of the area where the photographer is located, the whole photo looks blurry, however, you can still see it clearly, the shooting content inside is a huge black ancient well. This well is very large, so the person who photographed it seems to be able to take pictures of its whole appearance from a long distance, it is not on the ground, but in a certain position underneath, the surrounding is very dark and dark, but the most strange thing is that there are eight black iron chains extending outward in this well, and the thickness of the iron chain can not be seen from the photo, and I do not know what is tied under this well.

"What is this?" More than anything else, it was clear that what was in that photo had captured Mr. Zhang's attention at once.

"This is the tomb of King Kurz." I said lightly.

"Who is King Kurtz?" Zhang Chengyong waited for his big eyes and asked curiously.

"King Kurz is the king of the former Cheshi Kingdom." I said lightly.

"How do you know?" Zhang Chengyong asked.

"My grandfather told me! He mentioned it in this letter. I raised the letter in my hand and said in a somewhat lonely tone. He deliberately sent me to Uncle Duan's place back then, because at that time, Uncle Duan was the only person he could trust, and the only person who could give me the ability to come back and open this box. And he himself intends to find the tomb of this Kurz king. "When I was very young, he told me more than once that my ancestors were just craftsmen and made their fortunes by family heirlooms, and that my parents died in a scientific geological exploration, but this is not the case. Until today, I didn't know that my ancestor was actually a craftsman who made a living by inverting the bucket, and he was a real Tufu of the lower eight gates, and my parents did not die in any geological exploration, they were folded in the hands of the zongzi when they were inverted again. ”

"The last place your parents went to the inverted bucket was this tomb of King Kurz?" Zhang Chengyong asked.

"That's right! So my grandfather wanted to find this tomb and started collecting information. However, when he collected half of the information, he found that he had liver cancer, and it was an advanced stage, and he knew that his time was running out, so I became his only hope. "I watched the sunset outside the window, and the feeling of this moment was complicated, so complicated that I didn't know how to describe it.

"He wants you to take over for him to find this ancient tomb and retrieve the remains of your parents?" Zhang Chengyong asked.

"Yes!" I nodded.

"Then you now know where the tomb of King Kurtz is?" Zhang Chengyong asked.

"I don't know!" I said.

"How do you find that?" Zhang Chengyong asked.

"Ghost City! There must be an answer to the problem where! The world is in trouble, ghost prophet! There is nothing that the shopkeeper Chen in the ghost market does not know, and he must be able to go anywhere. I said.

"However, I heard that to go to the ghost market, you have to have the ghost money, where do you go to find the ghost money?" Zhang Chengyong asked.

"Here!" I looked at him and said.

"Here?" Zhang Chengyong asked in surprise.

"Yes! Your grandfather has ghost money here, and there are three of them! He'd promised me one, but ......," I said.

"But what?"

"But first, I'll have to find something for him in exchange." I said.

"Looking for something?" Zhang Chengyong said.

"Five-trick exquisite box!" I said.