"Hello? Who is it? ”

As soon as the phone was connected, there was the sound of a buzzing tattoo gun, apparently the third child was still getting his tattoo done in the tattoo parlor.

This grandson is obedient, and I can't help but want to laugh.

"I'm Yin Mo."

"Yin... Oh oh, it's the master, don't wash it, didn't you see me answer the phone. ”

The third child was overjoyed when he heard my voice, and hurriedly scolded the tattoo artist to stop.

"Well, I specially instructed you, remember not to tattoo the shoulder dragon in the future, you can't control it."

"Oh, thank you, master, if it weren't for your reminder, I wouldn't know how I've been so urinating lately, so it's all my fault for this tattoo."

The third child thanked Dade on the phone, and blamed all the bad luck on the shoulder dragon, and I almost laughed out loud when I heard it.

"Well, there's something I want you to help with, you... I don't know much about the Ming Instrument. ”

After so much useless talking with the third child, I finally got the topic on the right track. Since he's been in this area for a long time, he should be more familiar with some secret things than I am.

"Ask this, you can be regarded as the right person, in this piece of bastard, it belongs to my third grade of the highest, everyone else fucking likes to drink and watch women dance, I prefer to play baby...... Don't look at the Cheng family as big, but a lot of the goods sent in by the inverted bucket are all left by us..."

Once the third child opened the chatterbox, he couldn't hold it for a while, but he did mention a lot of useful information in his words.

Although the Cheng family is a big family that resells antique Ming ware, the people they mainly contact are larger buyers and sellers, and they are not familiar with the ground mice who go down to touch the gold in person, and the third child is different, he has the most frequent contact with these lowest-level Ming ware porters.

As he said, even if it is a big family like the Cheng family, many of the Ming utensils sent in are leftovers by them.

"Do you know that the old man of the Cheng family is haunted by the ghosts in the Ming Weapon?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard the footsteps of the third child, and it was obvious that this thing had run into a corner where no one dared to tell me about it.

"Master... Does the Cheng family want to ask a few of them for questioning, the Ming weapon was taken by the Cheng family, and it has nothing to do with them. Even if you open your mouth, I can't do this for you, what is mixed in the road is a righteous spirit, and the Cheng family can still give them good fruits to eat when they touch their tails? I can't give them up. ”

To my surprise, the third child did not hesitate to directly refuse to provide any information about them.

This made me change my impression of the third child in an instant, no wonder the Cheng family investigated for so long and didn't find those ground rats with bright devices, when the position of the head of the family in the Cheng family was in trouble, these people at the lower levels were colluding to keep the secret.

Most of the people on the road are hard-working people, if they can live a normal and stable life, no one wants to embark on this road, for the third child, the brothers are the nearest relatives, in this small family composed of gangsters, tomb robbers, liars and thieves, they are united and invulnerable.

"I don't want to supply them to the Cheng family, I just want to ask them about something."

The attitude of the third child is obvious, and I naturally have to show sincerity.

After vowing not to reveal the information to the Cheng family, I briefly told the third child about Fluttershy.

"Really?"

The third child was silent for a moment and asked.

"Of course it's true, I've formed a bond with the ghost in the tomb, and if this matter is not resolved, I can't swallow this breath."

The thought of Fluttershy fires at me.

"Okay, master, you wait at home, I'll pick you up later."

The third child acted quickly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone.

I made do with some cold rice on the table, barely paddled my stomach, and as soon as I put down my chopsticks, there was a knock on the door.

Maybe it's because of last night's incident, the third child's attitude towards me is very respectful, and the enthusiasm is so enthusiastic that I am a little uncomfortable.

I simply cleaned up, got into the third child's car, and drove out of the community.

"Where are we going now?"

I asked.

"Don't you want to see those inverted brothers? Let's go find them on Ming Street now. ”

The third smiled and handed over a cigarette, and when he saw that I refused, he quickly lit the cigarette and extinguished it.

"Where's Ming Street?"

I asked, frowning. I have studied the map of Huaicheng a little, and I have the impression that there is no such place as Ming Street at all.

"Hehe, people know that there is Pan Jiayuan in Beijing, but they don't know that Ming Street in Huaicheng is actually the same as Pan Jiayuan."

With a proud smile on his face, the third child introduced me slowly.

The external name of Ming Street is "Huaicheng Antique Street", because there are often Ming utensils flowing in the market in the street, so in private everyone calls this antique street Ming Street, which means the street of Ming instruments.

The third child is a frequent visitor on this street, and he is also the head snake, and basically the protection fee of the entire street belongs to him, correspondingly, the third child also helped the vendors on Ming Street avoid a lot of trouble through the relationship of the little policewoman.

I don't know much about the inverted bucket industry, but listening to the introduction of the third child, I do find it interesting.

The third child's car was very fast, and after a short time, we arrived at the intersection of Ming Street.

There is an unwritten rule in Ming Street, that is, Ming ware business is generally open in the afternoon and evening, and the stalls in the morning are all small things from the serious road.

It's exactly morning. There were not many stalls on the whole Ming Street, and the third child did not stop, pulling me all the way to the innermost part of Ming Street.

"Knock knock."

Walking to an inconspicuous wooden door painted with black paint, the third child raised his hand and knocked heavily on the door a few times.

"There's no fucking business during the day, get out!"

After a few knocks, a man's rough and hoarse voice came from inside the room, and it hurt my throat to hear it.

"It's me, open the door, hurry."

The third child impatiently slammed the door twice again and whispered.

"Squeak~"

Hearing the voice of the third child, a crack was revealed in the wooden door, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of white silk emerged from the crack in the door, and looked at us a few times.

"Okay, don't fucking look at it, there's no one else."

The third child impatiently pulled the door and pushed me into the door together.

The man who looked at us through the crack in the door seemed to be very unaccustomed to the light that came out of the crack when he opened the door, so he quickly closed his eyes and blocked it with his hand.

When I entered the room, I found that the whole room was dim, and the light source of the whole room was only a dim kerosene lamp, and the flames of beans were dancing, and I could barely see the outline of the objects in the room.

"This group of ground rats, they have been underground for a long time, and they can't see the bright light, and they live like this."

The third child explained to me as he moved a bench from the side for me to sit down, and to be honest, if it wasn't for my ass feeling it, I really wouldn't have recognized it as a bench.

"Three... Third master, who is this master? ”

The man who opened the door for us had sharp-beaked monkey gills, and his eyes were smaller than the third's, like a rat spirit.

"This is Master Yin, he has formed a bond with the lord in the fight, and he is here to help you today, by the way, to find out the situation."

When the rat-faced man heard this, he immediately knelt down and wanted to kowtow to me, so frightened that I quickly got up and subdued him.

"Master, you have to save us, the one in the bucket is too ruthless, the seven brothers who entered the fight, when they came out, there were only three left, and now another one is broken, leaving me and the chicken waiting here to die."

The rat-faced man choked up as he spoke, and made a gesture to kneel down again.

"Okay, don't fucking embarrass Lao Tzu, where is the courage when you fight? With the master here, the chick must be fine. ”

Seeing the crying and crying of others, the third child stood up and kicked the rat-faced man on the ground, as if he was still angry and wanted to step forward and kick him twice.

I hurriedly stopped him and motioned for him to be calm.

"This... Brother, tell me what you met in the fight? ”

I felt uncomfortable calling brother to a man in my forties and fifties, but the rat-faced man looked right.

Sure enough, no matter where you are, the strong are the greatest.

The rat-faced man didn't stand up, but sat down cross-legged on the spot, the dim light flickered, and he began to tell me about what he had encountered in the fight.

There are seven people in the line of rat-faced men, and they are sworn brothers to each other, Da Dou has not touched a few, and Xiao Dou has fallen a lot, and he is quite famous in Ming Street.

The bucket they poured this time is not far from Huaicheng, it is said that a few jars of silver were dug out in this place when the wasteland was opened, and then they found that there was a bucket here.

A few people received the news, but they didn't think there was much of a problem, after all, the bucket of the silver burial with the jar was just the tomb of an ordinary wealthy family, and the best case was just a local outsider.

The rat-faced man and a few other people totaled, and drove to that place at night, according to the estimation of a few people, this bucket should not be big, if the action is faster, the bucket can be touched that night, and if it is a little smooth, you can rush back for breakfast.

A few people were happy like an outing, and no one thought that there would be anything terrible under the bucket.

The rat-faced man knew a little bit about the art of finding dragons and dividing gold, and he went down the thief hole very smoothly, and the six mermaids entered, leaving the rat-faced man to sentry on it.

The night near the wasteland was very gloomy, and the rat-faced man squatted at the mouth of the cave, listening to the insects and birds chirping nearby, and there was an indescribable awkwardness in his heart, he smoked one cigarette after another, and watched that three hours had passed, and the six people had not yet come up.

How big can this fucking rich man's tomb be?

The rat-faced man waited in a hurry, stuck his head into the thief's hole, and called their names one by one.

This kind of small bucket is basically three or four burial chambers at most, and maybe five or six if it is larger.

This small space is enough for the voice of the rat-faced man to spread throughout the tomb.

But the rat-faced man waited until the end and didn't hear the response of his teammates, only heard his own voice echoing in the tomb, and finally came out through the robbery hole.

Scary!

The rat-faced man felt a chill behind him, and he had the heart to go down to see the situation, but he was afraid that if he went like this, he would disappear from the world.

Just as he was hesitating, a scream came from under the thief cave, and the rat-faced man was startled, and hurriedly lay down at the entrance of the cave and looked down.