Volume 1, Ghost City of the Bone Forest_Chapter 77, Gurkha Scimitar
I moved out of my house and moved into a fat man's house. The fat man's parents have recently been out of town, and there is an old man at home, and I actually like to stay with the old man. I still remember when I was a child, the old man would often tell us some revolutionary stories. Some of them are more exciting than what is said in the textbooks, and the fat man's house often has some rare things, Japanese sabers, old antiques, etc., so for me when I was a child, his home was a paradise.
"Shanzi, you live in the north house and help you clean up. I went to bed early at night, so you speak quietly. "The old man is very mental, but in fact, his health is not good, he fought so many battles back then, and there are a lot of shrapnel left on his body, some of which are very close to the heart, and they are threatening the life of the old man at any time. But after so many ups and downs, his perseverance is incomparable to ordinary people.
At night, I, the fat man, and Luo Qiong met for a meeting. After all, Brother Zhuzi is not a member of our small group, and to put it bluntly, there is a cooperative relationship between us and Zhuzi. There are a lot of things in my heart that I can't say, so I have to hide them.
"What Zhu Zi said is not wrong, we have to find a way to protect ourselves below, everyone is a master with great skills, and a few of us are still small shrimps. If we can't learn to protect ourselves, we will suffer in the end. β
The fat man glanced at me after speaking.
I smoked a cigarette, thought for a moment and said, "After we go in, if we figure out the way, we'll do our own." β
As soon as these words came out, the fat man and Luo Qiong were a little surprised, in fact, the two of them had the same idea as the beads before, to put it simply, they followed the master sent by Lingyan to pick up the leak, and it was naturally best to pick up the baby, and if they couldn't pick it up, they couldn't blame others. Even if the agreement between me and Lingyan can be counted, but when it really goes underground, it is impossible for people to take out the treasure in the waist bag.
"Brother Shan, what do you mean?"
Luo Qiong leaned closer and said.
"I had a deal with Lingyan in the old temple, but my words didn't seem reliable to me. And this time Lingyan may not be there in person, if the people under his hand see the money and are unwilling to open up with us, then it is very likely that there will be no fart left in the end. Of course, that's pretty good. You always think that you can make a fortune by picking up leaks, but that's naΓ―ve. Zhuzi has his own set of methods to save his life, and with his relationship with Lingyan and his experience in the road, he will not necessarily make things difficult for him if he misses others. But we are different, we are fledglings, we don't have much ability, if we don't pick up the baby, it's good to be able to get out. But if we pick up the treasure and the other party asks us if we want it, can we give it or not? If you can't beat others, you can only admit it in the end. You say, "Is that the truth?" β
The fat man and Luo Qiong's thoughts are not as deep as mine, I have seen the horror of this circle, not that I think people badly, but that people's hearts are really bad.
"So what do you mean?"
The fat man extinguished the cigarette butt and asked.
"We followed them in, and when we got to a place where I felt safe, we managed to get out of the group. If the beads are willing to go with us, then we are definitely welcome. But most likely he will follow the master of the Ling family, let's not go too deep, find a way to touch some treasures in a safer area underground, and if you can touch one, you will earn it. Get tens of thousands of dollars, and you can also subsidize your uncle. β
This is my idea, and it is a relatively safe idea in my opinion, the fat man and Luo Qiong looked at each other, they actually didn't think it was such a terrible thing at first. But now that I'm talking so nervous, these two people are starting to pay attention to it.
"Okay, I feel that the people of the Ling family will be here in the next few days, let's hurry up and prepare."
The fat man and Luo Qiong didn't have too many objections, and I nodded. Standing up from the bench, the fat man said: "Why don't we go to a morning market tomorrow, we don't have a guy to take advantage of now, your beast bone dagger is broken, I still have three here, exactly one for each person, but this thing is estimated to be useful against ghosts, but it is not very useful against earth beasts or zombies." Gotta find a way to get some awesome iron guy to defend himself. β
In fact, I also had this meaning, saying goodnight to each other, and I slept until dawn the next day.
The second time I went to the morning market, I felt that this time there were a lot more people than last time, and there were a lot more stalls in the market. We leaned to the right, generally speaking, the stalls selling guys are on the right, especially the ironware, the surface is covered with black cloth, and there are not many guys on the table, if you see a police officer passing by, you will immediately prepare to roll up the stall and escape.
The fat man took Luo Qiong and I to look for them separately, and after walking around, they bumped into each other.
"I didn't find anything here, they were all machetes, they were not easy to carry, and the steel was not good, and a few of them were rusty."
I shook my head and said helplessly.
"Hehe, I've found something here, come and see."
The fat man shook his head with a smile and led me to the corner of the south, and from a short distance I saw a man dressed in black, with his face covered, and a man who looked a little like a foreigner, squatting on the ground, with a few handfuls of guys in front of him, all covered with black cloths.
"Foreigners?"
I whispered strangely.
"Well, it seems to be from the Middle East, you look at the guys on the ground."
The fat man pointed to the knives on the ground that were covered with black cloth, and I looked at them, these knives were covered with black cloth, but they still looked cold, the handles were all made of wood, and the handles were inlaid with a copper ring, which looked completely different from machetes.
The fat man took the lead and walked over, squatted down and said, "Can you understand Chinese?" β
The seller nodded, and then the fat man asked, "Can you take a look?" β
The seller was still silent, and the fat man directly lifted the black cloth, this lifted, and my eyes were stunned, and there were three scimitars in front of the good guys, saying that they were scimitars but different from the scimitars used by our Chinese nomads. It looked more like a dog's thigh, and the tip of the blade was particularly thick, but it was thinner when it extended to the hilt, and there was an abrupt twist in the middle of the blade, as if it had been folded. A blood groove was opened along the side of the back of the knife, and the entire scimitar looked like it was ruthlessly murderous.
I reached out and touched the blade of the knife, and couldn't help but shout, "What a knife!" β
"Hey, do you know what this is?" The fat man turned his head and deliberately showed off in front of Luo Qiong, Luo Xiaozi shook his head stupidly, and the fat man said proudly, "This is called the Gurkha scimitar, which is the national knife of Nepal." It is generally divided into two kinds, one is the handicraft made, which is generally smaller, and the handle of the knife is inlaid with gems and crystals. The other is equipped for military use, about the length of a dog's thigh, and this kind of knife can often stagger the opponent's blade, jam the opponent's weapon with a bend, and then stab the enemy's wrist. It's a very tricky, but also domineering hand-to-hand combat blade. It's such a good thing, I thought I couldn't see it in China. Hey, what a great place to be in the morning market! β
The fat man was smiling, as if he had seen a good-looking girl. Naturally, I was also excited, but when the fat man asked the price, his face sank suddenly.
"What the hell! One costs 2,000, and the third costs 6,000, and there is no counteroffer, no RMB and food stamps, only converted US dollars! Why the fuck aren't you going to rob it! β
These three knives are really good and certainly help us a lot, but the price is just too high. In the 80s, there were indeed many foreigners who came to China to dump foreign currency, and there were also many piling molds in Shanghai who peddled foreign cigarettes and other foreign goods every day. But the fat man and I don't have a way to do this, and even if we do, we are really reluctant to use 6,000 yuan to buy three knives, in case we fall into the underground tunnel, won't we lose a lot?
"Good stuff, cheaper?"
The fat man's heart is itchy, but the other party will not let go, and in the end he can only break up unhappily, obviously not every time we can make a bargain, after thinking about it, it is really not good to use a beast bone dagger to top one, it is better than nothing.
When we returned to the fat man's house in the afternoon, we saw an old-fashioned Hongqi sedan parked at the door, and two soldiers in green military uniforms standing at the door.
We were all taken aback.
"Fatty, your family is a big official!"
I joked with a smile.
"Fuck, look at the license plate!" The fat man pointed to the license plate of the Hongqi sedan and shouted.
I glanced at it, and my face changed, and the license plate was: A02-3873.