“давноневиделись！” The moment I answered the phone, there was a Russian sentence that I didn't understand at all, but there was a sense of déjà vu in the accent.

"Do I know you, please?" I asked cautiously.

As soon as my voice fell, a burst of laughter rang on the other end of the phone, and then he replied in Chinese (and in the Nanjing dialect of the drop board): "Little pole, you can't even hear your uncle's voice?" ”

I was surprised that I didn't say anything for a while, this Uncle Dao is my father's second brother, and he had a good relationship with me when he was a child, and left many indelible glorious marks on my growth path, such as teaching me to smoke, drink, and surf the Internet for the night, or help me write love letters and pick up girls, fight to support the field, and play cards......

It is no exaggeration to say that he is my "life coach"!

Although my Uncle Dao doesn't seem to be very reliable, his ability is indeed not small. I don't know what his financial resources are, but I know that he has a very prosperous life, and he even has a private collection of all kinds of calligraphy, paintings, jade and ceramics, which he said he bought with his own money...... I don't know if it's true or not.

Later, when I was about to graduate from college, my family suddenly said that he had gone abroad. But no one knows which country he went to, only that he went out with something important to do, and he has not been heard from for several years, and to be honest, I still blame him.

"Uncle Dao, are you in Russia? Could it be that it is smuggling? I asked, with a grimace.

"I'm going to give you an erhu egg! How could you, uncle, be such a law-abiding and good citizen as smuggling? Ah, by the way, did you receive that package that was sent to you earlier? ”

I thought to myself that it was really this old boy who sent it to me, and he didn't sign it, so it was obvious that he was hanging my appetite: "Yes, Uncle Dao, why did you send me that thing?" Where did you get that? And how do you even ...... your name?"

Before I finished speaking, Uncle Dao interrupted me "stop and stop", and then said impatiently: "Don't ask, you kid, you must remember to put things away, I will return home on my plane this morning, and you will come to Lukou Airport to pick me up at four o'clock in the afternoon. ”

Then there was the sound of hanging up, and I reluctantly put down my phone, thinking to myself, what the hell is this old boy doing? I hung up without saying anything clearly. Today happens to be the seventh day of the catastrophe that the fat bear said, I was going to shrink home on the last day to watch a movie and drink tea, who would have thought that I would continue to stick Zhang Huangfu and run out like a zombie to be embarrassed, and it turned out to be a crowded airport, in case of the last news, it would be embarrassing and embarrassing......

At 3:40 p.m., I arrived at Nanjing Lukou Airport in advance. Twenty minutes later, a Russian passenger plane arrived, and passengers began to disembark from it.

I looked carefully to find Uncle Dao, but strangely, I didn't see Uncle Dao until the last passenger stepped down.

What's the situation? Isn't Uncle Dao on this plane? It doesn't make sense, this is the last direct flight from Moscow to Nanjing today, he is not on this class, he can't be in the sky!

While muttering, my mobile phone rang, and I saw that it was Uncle Dao's call.

After connecting, I didn't wait for the other party to speak, so I first complained: "Uncle Dao, are you playing with me?" I haven't seen you for a long time! ”

"I've arrived, and now I'm here at Gate 2 of the airport, and you can see me when you come here." Uncle Dao's voice was a little low, as if he was on guard against something.

I was puzzled by what he heard, when did he get off the plane? Why didn't I see anyone just now, anyway, let's go to him first as he said. But when I ran to the No. 2 entrance, I didn't see any trace of Uncle Dao, and I secretly cursed in my heart that this old liar wouldn't be boring enough to play hide and seek with me!

At this time, a text message came from my mobile phone, or Uncle Dao, and the text on it was very brief: "Mouth 7, newspaper, come quickly." ”

I thought to myself that if I didn't see him again this time, I would go straight home, and next time let him try the feeling of running around with a talisman on his forehead, and it would be a blessing not to be caught in a mental hospital, uh, no...... I think I've already been there.

When I ran to Gate 7, I finally saw a man wearing sunglasses and holding a newspaper in his hand, and it looked like Uncle Dao.

I gasped and greeted him, and the man glanced at me and walked towards me, but he hadn't taken a few steps before he suddenly stood where he was, threw away the newspaper in his hand, and took out his phone from his pocket and threw it at me with lightning speed.

I was confused, what is going on? Is it true that people who have been in the fighting nation greet people like this when they come back?

I tried to dodge but found that the phone had passed by the root of my ear, followed by a scream and the sound of falling to the ground, I looked back and saw an old foreigner in a black jacket being smashed to the ground, moaning in pain.

At this time, Uncle Dao ran to me, picked up the phone, pulled me up and ran forward, I didn't react to what was going on, I saw three or four burly men in black chasing after us, and when we came to the corner of Exit 7, Uncle Dao suddenly pulled me into a small cubicle against the wall.

"Who were they just now?" I asked, shocked.

"Don't make a sound." Uncle Dao covered my mouth with his hand, and through the gap, I saw the men in black running right in front of us.

After they left, Uncle Dao immediately took me out, and we went around around the No. 7 entrance a few times and finally boarded the subway line S1, and finally got rid of the chase.

"Why are they chasing you? White or underworld? I clutched my chest and calmed myself down.

Uncle Dao slowly took off his sunglasses and hat, and saw that his face was much more vicissitudes than before, and he really didn't know what he had experienced in Russia.

"On the underworld, it's a little bit of a tie. He was staring at me on the plane, so he didn't dare to recognize you immediately when he got off the plane just now. Uncle Dao's face squeezed out a little smile, and said slightly apologetically.

I nodded in understanding, and when I still wanted to ask more, Uncle Dao shook his hand, "Don't ask yet, you get off the subway immediately and you go to the Imperial Tea Zhai with me, and then we will talk about it in detail." After saying that, Uncle Dao leaned his head back on the seat and fell asleep with a tired face.

I looked at the old boy sleeping soundly, and my heart was full of doubts.

When we arrived at the Imperial Tea Zhai, that is, Uncle Dao's private collection, it was already more than six o'clock in the evening, and I hadn't returned for a few years, Uncle Dao obviously missed everything here too much, and every item had to be put down in his hands for a long time before he could put it down, and he also introduced me to it while playing, and he was never tired of it. I didn't want to disturb him, so I just sat on the sofa and listened to him while playing with my phone.

After about half an hour, I couldn't listen anymore, so I asked tentatively, "Uncle Dao, what is the situation with that package you gave me before?" ”

When Uncle Dao heard this, he immediately stopped, walked over to me and sat down. He first glanced at my forehead, then frowned, looked at me with disgust, and said, "Before I get down to business, I'll ask you a question, what are you doing with straw paper on your body?" ”

I grinned, touched my forehead, and said smugly: "This is not straw paper, it is a spirit talisman given to me by the master, thanks to it, I have been able to spend the past few days safely, today is the last day, and after today, I will be considered successful." ”

Then I told Uncle Dao about the strange things I encountered on Zanglong Mountain and the fat bear I met later, and Uncle Dao listened to my story, looked at me with a stupid expression, shook his head and asked helplessly: "How much did you spend in total?" ”

I made a gesture of "ten" and said with some heartache: "A full 100,000." ”

After hearing this, Uncle Dao changed from looking at the stupid fork to an extremely pitiful expression and said: "The old canon has not produced a talent for a long time, you count one, 100,000 yuan to buy a few pieces of straw paper and a pack of cheap Chinese medicine, it is enough." ”

I was not convinced, but at the same time, I was a little scared by what Uncle Dao said, wouldn't it be a big loss if I was really deceived? He told Uncle Dao that the fat man was very powerful, and he actually pinched his fingers to know that I was bitten by a ghost on the mountain, and he also said that this ghost sting was highly poisonous, and if you don't take medicine in time, you will die at any time.

Uncle Dao shook his head, tore off the rune paper on my forehead and said, "You kid is so ashamed, you can't even tell the difference between rune paper and straw paper, the thing on it was drawn by that guy casually, and it is not a talisman at all." Also, I know that although this kind of thing is very corrosive, it is far worse than centipede scorpions in terms of toxicity, and there is no such thing as a modern medicine that cannot be detected. As for what a candle was placed in the southeast corner, it was simply a set of upside-down buckets in the tomb. ”

Uncle Dao is proficient in gossip and mystery, and he does know a lot about rune paper and the like, I was said by him, and immediately drooped down, recalling when I first saw Fat Bear and said, "This acting skill is too inferior, if I can believe that he is mentally retarded", I suddenly felt as if I was really mentally retarded, and I thought of being teased by people walking around the road with straw paper on the road for so many days, and I couldn't wait to rush over and beat that guy up now.

"Okay, let's not talk about you yet, let's get down to business. Have you read all the letters in that package? Uncle Dao's face became serious.

"I've seen it, otherwise I could go to Zanglong Mountain to do so many things and lose 100,000 yuan in vain?" I don't have a good airway.

"Whoever let you go, it's a blessing that you can come back alive with your three-legged cat level."

I muttered a few words and asked, "Uncle, where did you get the letter, and why did you send it to me all of a sudden?" ”

Uncle Dao did not answer me immediately, but got up and poured two cups of tea, then handed me one and said, "I got it when I was in Moscow, and that letter has a lot of origin." ”

"Oh?" I took the tea and felt like I had another story to hear.

Uncle Dao spoke: "About four or five years on the eve of the surrender of Little Japan, the old man once went to the Soviet Union for an exchange visit for a period of time, and the letter to Ren Zhi was written at that time, but for some reason, the old man finally did not send the letter but stayed at his friend's house in the Soviet Union. I investigated the information of the person named Ren Zhi, and it turned out to be a spy of the military commander, and it seemed that the government at that time should have assigned them some top-secret mission for Shi Yu. Later, the government sent an urgent telegram to their group to return to China ahead of schedule, and when the old man left, in addition to leaving the letter, he also handed it over to his Soviet friend for safekeeping, a bronze pendant. A few months ago, I found the old man's Soviet friend, and he gave me the things, but at that time I was already being targeted by others, and it was not safe to keep them around, so I packed them together and shipped them back to China anonymously for you to keep for a while. ”

I nodded thoughtfully, and then asked Uncle, what is that bronze pendant for? Uncle Dao took a sip of tea and continued: "That pendant is very likely to be a token of the Mo family, Juzi Ling. ”

"Moment Order? Sounds pretty powerful, it should be worth a lot of money, right? I interjected with a grin.

Uncle Dao ignored me and continued: "After the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the Mo family among the hundreds of sons gradually weakened, and then disappeared. It wasn't until the Northern and Southern Dynasties that a mysterious organization called Mozong suddenly appeared on the rivers and lakes, claiming to hold the Juzi Order and being the successor of the Mo family. The people of the Mozong are very good at the art of heavenly work, and the things they create are ever-changing and extremely mysterious. Legend has it that Cao Cao of the Three Kingdoms once set up a golden lieutenant for the supply of the army, which set a precedent for official thieves, resulting in the theft of the tombs of the Wei and Jin dynasties. At that time, in order to prevent themselves from being able to rest after their deaths, many powerful people invited people from the Mozong to help repair the mausoleum, and the tombs were full of hidden weapons, so that the tomb robbers could not return. It is likely that the Great Tomb of the Northern and Southern Dynasties in the Zanglong Mountain was built by the people of Mozong. ”

Uncle Dao paused and then asked me: "By the way, the half-scroll painting mentioned in the old man's letter, you must have an impression, right?" ”

I nodded: "That half of the painting was brought out by grandpa, I don't know what the mystery is?" ”

"According to the letter, it is a treasure that can change the fortunes of the country, but who knows if it is true or not." Uncle Dao shrugged his shoulders and said, "Whether it's true or not, the old man only brought out half of the scroll from that tomb back then, and the other half scroll should still be left in that tomb, that is, the legendary place where the treasures of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom were stacked." Uncle Dao said meaningfully.

"So where is the half roll that Grandpa brought out at the beginning?" I wondered.

"That's why I went back home." Uncle Dao looked mysterious.

I straightened up: "Is that half of the painting about to appear?" ”

"At eight o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, Xinjiekou Huayi Auction House."