As soon as I got into the car after leaving the auction site, my stomach was already growling with hunger, so I shouted and asked where my uncle was going to eat right away, how did I know that my uncle didn't talk to me for a long time, and kept staring intently at the people who came out of the gate of the venue.

I held out my hand and waved it in front of his eyes, and he told me not to mess with it. I stupidly crossed Erlang's legs and lay on the chair, and I didn't know what the hell my uncle was doing.

After about a quarter of an hour, the dean and the woman who had just taken the picture came out one after the other, they first stood at the door and looked left and right for a while, and then they got into a car, when Uncle Dao suddenly started the car and said decisively, "Let's follow." ”

Could it be that Uncle Cheng wants to follow them? Sure enough, our car gradually drove away from the city with the dean and them, and drove all the way to the southeast mountainous area, this road I have the impression that it was the one that I went to Zanglong Mountain with Zheng Tian last time. I muttered a little in my heart, and said to Uncle Dao nervously, "Uncle Dao, do you want to go to their house to steal ...... Stealing that half of the painting? ”

Uncle Dao glanced at me: "Stealing? That painting was originally our pawn, do you understand what we call it? ”

"Steal and steal, two almost mean the same thing...... I'm afraid it's a bit inappropriate for us to do this, if we get caught by the police, it's over. ”

Uncle Dao smiled disappreciatively: "They are not serious people, that old thing doesn't dare to call the police." ”

I immediately shook my head: "Who said that?" I'm a serious person. ”

Uncle Dao stopped talking and concentrated on driving, and after about another twenty minutes, the car in front of him drove into a villa at the foot of the mountain. Seeing this, Uncle Dao stopped the car from a distance and approached his waist, hid behind the bushes and took a few photos, and patted me on the shoulder when he came back: "It's good to step on it, I'll pick up this painting at night, you won't use it." ”

I muttered a little in my heart, this painting has a lot to do with the classics, and I feel that it is not good for me, a descendant, to stand by and watch. But on the other hand, I really don't dare to work with Uncle Dao, after all, I don't want my wife to go to prison before she gets married.

Just as he was hesitating, Uncle Dao had already started the car again and drove back.

After I went back, I took a good look at it, but the more I thought about it, the more strange I felt, why did the director I saw in the Zanglongshan Mental Hospital suddenly appear at today's auction? Is this really a coincidence? It would be reasonable to auction other cultural relics, but what he and the woman auctioned was the half-scroll painting that my grandfather brought out from the ancient tomb of Zanglong Mountain, and the two really have nothing to do with each other?

And Uncle Dao's side, this old fox is obviously hiding too much from me. What is the use of that half-scroll? It is still related to the fate of some family...... Thinking of this, I called my father in Singapore and asked him if he knew about the painting, and he scolded me directly on the other end of the phone, saying that I was not doing my job and thinking about my ancestors all day long......

I didn't want to continue to be scolded, so I quickly hung up the phone and lay on the sofa alone and thought quietly: Could it be that Uncle Dao is lying to me? That's just an ordinary cultural relic, Uncle Dao deliberately made up a story but was actually just going to steal it and sell it for money? But it's not right to think about it, if that's the case, why did he bother to tell me? And as far as his performance at the auction today, he almost spent tens of millions of dollars to buy the painting, which shows that he didn't want the money at all, but really wanted to get the half of the painting—at all costs.

The more I thought about it, the bigger it became, and in desperation, I called Zheng Tian without telling Uncle Dao about all the confusion in my heart, including the mess related to the family-after all, this guy had gone up the mountain with me before. Out of trust, I also told him that Uncle Thief was going to steal the painting at twelve o'clock tonight.

After I finished spitting and talking, Zheng Tian on the other end of the phone replied very simply: "We will also go to the dean's house tonight, remember not to tell Uncle Dao." After saying that, he hung up without telling me why.

Finally stayed up to meet Zheng Tian in the evening, when Uncle Dao had just left, Zheng Tian and I got into the car and chased over, Zheng Tian said to me in the car: "Actually, I found something wrong at the auction site today, half a volume of residual paintings should not be able to set off any big waves, but you see today, not only domestic, but even Americans and Japanese have been involved, and finally directly auctioned a high price of 20 million, the real number is rare, indicating that the origin of the painting is not ordinary." ”

I nodded to express my sympathy, and Zheng Tian then asked mysteriously: "You also know that I do cultural relics TV programs, and I usually mix in the cultural relics auction circle in Nanjing, do you know what news I heard today?" ”

I shook my head of course.

"First of all, the dean and the woman who took the picture today are father and daughter."

"Well, then, I know that's not the point." I turned the steering wheel and followed Uncle Dao's car into the mountain road.

"And then?" Zheng Tian paused, "Do you know who the seller of this half-scroll painting is, that is, the previous owner?" ”

I waved my hand and motioned to Zheng Tian not to sell Guanzi.

Zheng Tian snapped his fingers: "It's none other than the dean himself!" ”

What the? This is rare, Lao Tzu sold the painting to his daughter? also put it at the auction with great fanfare, but the two sat together again, which play is this? I shook my head, puzzled.

"That's what I don't understand...... At first, I always thought that the father and daughter bidding at the auction was just a cover, and they must have other purposes, but I couldn't figure out what it was for, until you called me later and told me that your Uncle Dao was going to steal the painting at night, and it suddenly dawned on me, it turned out that this was a trap set by the father and daughter, and they knew the importance of the half of the painting to your Uncle Dao, so they deliberately used the auction to lure your Uncle Dao to go in order to achieve some ulterior secret. ”

After listening to Zheng Tian's story, I was shocked: "Then isn't my Uncle Dao's situation very dangerous?" No, I'm going to call him right away and tell him not to go. ”

Zheng Tian hurriedly stopped me and said, "First of all, this is just my assumption, and it may not be the case in fact, and secondly, ...... Secondly, I always feel that there is some kind of subtle tacit understanding between your Uncle Dao and the dean. ”

"What tacit understanding? Speak human words. I said impatiently.

"It's similar to Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer."

"The two of them are good friends?" I'm a little confused.

Zheng Tian glanced at me with disdain and said, "Your Uncle Dao may have known some hidden secrets in advance, so he is ready to go to the meeting alone, he is afraid that you will become a burden and will not take you there - of course, all this is just my speculation, but in any case, we have to find out with the past, and this matter may have anything to do with the treasures of the heavens." ”

Zheng Tian was still thinking about his treasure, no wonder he would be so kind to risk coming with me, so I followed the conversation to find out how much he knew about those so-called treasures, but when it came to this, he immediately gave me a sloppy look.

Soon Uncle Dao's car stopped, and I saw him get out of the car fully armed, come to the villa, take out the rope and throw it at the wall, and then follow the rope and climb over the wall of the villa.

At this time, Zheng Tian and I also got out of the car, and after Uncle Dao was completely inside, I also followed his example and took out the rope prepared in advance and threw it to the wall. was just about to be a cool Spider-Man, but he was embarrassed to find that his arm strength could not support his weight, so he hung half-dead in the air, looking at it from a distance and thinking that someone was hanging.

I immediately asked Zheng Tian to drag me from below and pushed me up little by little with both hands. Zheng Tian also exerted his strength to eat, and complained that I should lose weight, I thought to myself, Lao Tzu is not fat, and you can only blame yourself for being too small. Eventually, after all my efforts, I managed to fall into the open space on the other side of the wall.

I hummed and rubbed my injured waist, grabbed the rope and slowly pulled Zheng Tian over at the other end.

When we climbed over the wall of the villa, we found that it was far from really going in, first of all, with our technology, the door is definitely not in, we can only enter through the window, the window on the first floor is locked, only the third floor is open, I guess it is Uncle Dao just opened an unlocked window, so I lifted the rope and threw it up, but unfortunately the accuracy was too poor, even threw four or five times did not enter, one of which actually smashed another window, making a "bang" sound, scared us quickly hid in the grass.

Finally, on the eighth occasion, we succeeded in attaching the claws to the window eaves. As for the process of going up, I really can't bear to think about it...... In short, what we want to thank the most is the lawn in the yard of the dean's house, if it was a concrete floor, it is estimated that we would have to be carried into the orthopedic department by 120 on the spot.

When we went inside, we found that it was a small storage room, with a lot of dust and a bit of turbid air. I gently pushed open the hidden door, tiptoed down the corridor on the third floor, and tried to follow Uncle Dao, but found that he was long gone, and the entire corridor was pitch black and a little quiet.

We gently pushed open a few doors and found that they were all empty, and the bed and cabinet were covered with a thick cloth, and I wiped them lightly with my hands, and found that they were all covered in dust.

How do these rooms look like they haven't been occupied in a long time? This eerie feeling unnerves me.

Every time I entered a room, Zheng Tian was rummaging through the cabinets to find something, I whispered to him a little angrily, how did I really think of myself as a thief, Zheng Tian didn't care, I just looked for myself, did he also come to find the half of the painting?

I thought to myself, and suddenly realized that there might be such a situation: Zheng Tian also wanted to find the half of the painting for a certain purpose (it might have something to do with that heavenly treasure), so he used me to sneak into the villa where the dean's family lived (after all, I came to "step on it" during the day), and the analysis he said about Uncle Dao before may be all nonsense, he simply wanted to steal the painting in front of Uncle Dao!

The more I thought about it, the more cold my back became, and I always felt like a marionette being carried and played, whether it was Uncle Dao or Zheng Tian, they must have hidden a lot of things from me. I stood still, my brain a little confused.

Zheng Tian searched around to no avail, and then came to a room that was probably a study, and I followed closely behind, and found that there were four or five bookcases neatly arranged in it, and it seemed that this dean usually liked to read.

As soon as Zheng Tian came in, he began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets, and I didn't want to be idle, so I pulled a book from the bookshelf and flipped a few pages casually by the dim flashlight, and suddenly, I noticed that there was a rattan chair between the two bookcases next to me.

I gradually moved the light of the flashlight over, and when it hit the wicker chair, I was suddenly shocked: there was a person sitting on the wicker chair!

I hurriedly took a few steps back and dragged Zheng Tian to run outside, but Zheng Tian stopped me and said, "You must have read it wrong, we have been rummaging through boxes and cabinets in this room for a while, if it is really such a big movement, he can't hear it?" As he spoke, he put on his flashlight and leaned in the direction of the rattan chair.

I think it's right, maybe the dim light and the nervousness in my heart caused the illusion, at this moment, I saw Zheng Tian, who was holding a flashlight, staying motionless in place, his body seemed to be still trembling.

Seeing that the situation was not right, I immediately walked over, and saw Zheng Tian's face with an extremely frightened expression.

I looked in the direction of his flashlight, and the scene in front of me almost paralyzed me: sitting on the rattan chair was a dry corpse with hollow eyes, and the dry corpse held a thick book in his hand, as if he were reading.