He snapped open his eyes and sat up from the bed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The room was pitch black, nothing could be seen, not a glimmer of light.

But he could hear it clearly.

"Knock knock...... Knock knock ......"

The voice was empty, anxious, and indifferent, but in this dead night, it made people feel indescribable.

He fumbled with the rope of the lamp on the wall, and when the light came on, he could tell where the sound was coming from.

-- Someone is knocking on the door.

"Who is it?"

He asked in a whisper, but still sitting on the wooden bed, he suddenly found that the wooden room he was in was so cold.

No one answered him outside the door, but there was still a knock on the door.

The sound of the knock on the door did not change, the same frequency, the same vibration, the same irritability and uneasiness.

He glanced at his watch, and it was just past twelve o'clock in the morning.

-- His name is Gao Chao, and he was supposed to spend the New Year at home with his parents this year, but now he is here.

This is a small village in Nujiang Prefecture in the northwest of Yunnan Province.

There was no inn in the village, so he had to spend the night in the family's wooden hut, which was very simple for livestock on the first floor and people on the second floor, but it was enough for him.

Today, it is the third day of the Lunar New Year, and most of the people in the village are still gathering on the top of the mountain in the distance to dance the pot dance, and there are probably not many people left in the village at the moment.

Now, who is knocking on his door?

Gao Chao was obviously thinking about this as well, and he suddenly felt that the empty wooden house had become even colder.

In a cramped wooden house, there was only a pitiful light bulb.

In the dim light, he cautiously got out of bed and stood on the floor of the wooden house.

He reached under the pillow and slowly pulled out a seven-inch dagger from there.

The people in western Yunnan are fierce, and for those who do his business, they have to keep a dagger by their side to let him sleep more peacefully.

There was still someone outside the door, and the knock was still clear.

Gao Chao stretched his body and stepped to the door in one step, holding the deadbolt with his left hand and clenching the dagger with his right hand.

Two years of military career made him extremely calm in the face of such a situation, and he even planned that if someone outside the door wanted to rob, then he would let that person stay here forever.

Take two deep breaths, then pull the deadbolt in a huff.

As soon as the door opened, there was no one in front of Gao Chao.

But just when he was stunned, a voice suddenly sounded in front of him and below.

No matter what the voice was, it sounded extremely strange, and at this moment, he couldn't help but be startled by the voice, and retreated a few steps back.

It was only when he stood firmly in the wooden house again that he could see the situation outside the door in the dim light.

――In the darkness at the door, there was an old woman of the Nu tribe.

The old woman was very short, hunchbacked, wearing a black Nu robe, her head hung down, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but she could only see a long gray hair, messily coiled on top of her head.

She looked very old and weak, and even now standing outside the door, her body was trembling in the dark, as if she would collapse to the ground at any moment.

- Gao Chao was stunned, but he couldn't remember for a moment where he had seen this old woman.

So he hurriedly hid the dagger in his hand under the pillow, and then asked softly, "Grandma, are you here to find me?" ”

Gao Chao asked, but he was thinking in his heart that this old woman must have a bad eye, so she went to the wrong room and knocked on her door on this night when there was no moon.

But who knew that at this time, the old woman actually made that strange voice again.

Although Gao Chao didn't understand the local Nu dialect, he could tell that the strange voice was definitely not a language.

Because that kind of sound is more like the sound that comes out of breathlessness, or when someone has choked the throat.

- Is she a mute?

Under the dim light, the old grandmother was still hanging her head, Gao Chao still couldn't see her face clearly, but the old woman began to slowly twist her body, Gao Chao realized that she was still carrying a basket behind her back, and at this moment she slowly unloaded the basket and put it on the ground.

At the same time, her throat was still making that unsettling sound, and her hands trembled into the basket.

In the basket, it was dark, and Gao Chao couldn't see anything clearly, just like the face he couldn't see clearly.

However, when the old woman slowly and trembled and took something out of the basket, Gao Chao suddenly understood the old woman's intention.

At this moment, the old grandmother was holding something on her hands, it was not big, it was cylindrical, and it was wrapped in a layer of black coarse cloth.

Her hands were still shaking, and the thing was trembling above her hands.

Her head was still hanging down, and her face was still hiding in the darkness.

She seemed to be talking something all the time, but the strange sound that came out of her throat seemed to suddenly become inexplicably painful.

Gao Chao saw this, but he was at a loss, but he still asked, "Grandma, are you here to ship from me?" ”

-- Gao Chao is now a "shoveler", in layman's terms, he collects antiques in the countryside and mountains.

This is the first time he has come out to shovel the ground, and he is really helpless.

In fact, his ancestors have been doing antique business, there is a two-room hall in Changsha Qingshuitang, a few years ago Gao Chao retired from the army and came home, because his father was old and sick, he took over the business in the hall.

But his luck is not very good, as soon as he took office, it was just in time for the rectification of the antique industry in Changsha, so the business began to be worse than a year, more and more sluggish, the old guys who used to shovel the land, because the price of supply to Tangkou could not come up, so they were helpless, so they had to take their own things to the ghost market to practice stalls.

In this way, it is equivalent to cutting off the lifeblood supply of antiques, and those of them who open the door to do business can only rely on eating their old books, sitting in the seemingly high-sounding hall, eating and touching the dark and waiting for death.

So forced by the situation, this year's Spring Festival Gao Chao made an appointment with a friend who played with him since he was a child, and came to Yunnan to try his luck, hoping to collect some antique porcelain jade from the door, thinking that he could bring it back to Changsha to support the façade and make more money.

No, Gao Chao saw that the old woman brought out a coarse cloth package, and he suddenly thought that the old woman was nineteen, eight, nineteen, nineteen, nineteen, eight, nine, nineteen, nineteen, eight, nineteen, eight, nineteen, nineteen, eight, nine, nine, eight, nine, eight, nine, nine, eight, nine, nine, eight

However, Gao Chao's eyes rolled, and he already thought about what the reason was, thinking that the old woman might not understand what she was saying at all, because few old people of the Nu tribe at this age in the local area could understand Mandarin.

Although he thought so in his heart, he was not sure, and said in his heart why didn't this old woman show up during the day, and only came to me in the dead of night, what is the reason for this? Could it be ...... The things in the hands of this old grandmother are still a "door-to-door goods", and they can't see the light?

What Gao Chao said about the generation is enough years; Open door goods, also called eye goods, are real things.

At the moment, Gao Chao thought very beautifully, so he was a little excited, because he was really suffering these days, he didn't go less in places, he didn't work less, and he walked three or four villages after counting, but they were all "wasteland" with some arrows and blunt axes and rotten porcelain tiles, and he hadn't met a real guy who could get into the eye.

Waste goods refer to worthless things, although things are old, but there is no market and no value.

So at the moment, Gao Chao's heart was beating suddenly, and he said that he really didn't expect it, there was a door-to-door business tonight, God bless, don't be too disappointed this time.

So he hurried up to the old woman and wanted to invite her into the house to talk.

But the old woman didn't seem to understand what he was saying, but she just held the thing in her hand, and her throat was still making that strange sound.

Seeing her in such a situation, Gao Chao was really a little overwhelmed, he thought about it and came to a conclusion, and said in his heart, is it difficult, she wants me to test her goods a priori?

Thinking like this, he didn't know whether it was right or wrong, so Gao Chao tried to take over the things in the old grandmother's hand, but he didn't expect that as soon as the old grandmother gave it up, she really handed over the things to Gao Chao.

So Gao Chao carefully picked up the thing, only to find that this thing was quite pressing, and the weight was really not light, but at the same time, under the dim light, Gao Chao also had no intention of catching a glimpse of the old woman's hands, and he couldn't help but suddenly his heart tightened, and he shuddered, and almost dropped the thing in his hand to the ground at this moment.

It turned out that the old woman's palms didn't even have a finger, which was completely a pair of gray-white, bare, and wrinkled palms.

But seeing that Gao Chao was stunned at the moment, the old woman also quickly retracted her palm back into her sleeve and hung down her arm tremblingly.

Although everything that happened at this moment made Gao Chao feel very strange, he didn't pay much attention to it, because at this moment, all his attention was already focused on the thing in his hand.

It's not big, it's the size of a football, but it's a bit heavy.

It is long and barrel-shaped, flat and round on both sides, thick at both ends, slightly thin in the middle, and wrapped in black coarse cloth on the outside, and the cloth surface is covered with dust, as if it has been stored for a long time.

Gao Chao is naturally very experienced in dealing with this kind of antique, and he almost dropped this thing on the ground just now, which has scared Gao Chao out of a cold sweat, so he wants to quickly find a place to hold it and stabilize it, in case he misses it again.

So he turned and walked into the house, crouched down on the edge of the bed, and laid the thing on the quilt of the plank bed.

At this moment, under the dim light, Gao Chao was a little nervous, but his hands were still stable, he calmed down, and calmly opened the black coarse cloth wrapped outside.

Unexpectedly, this layer of black coarse cloth has also undergone some treatment, as if it has been soaked in tung oil, and there are three or four layers of inside and out, which should be used to prevent moisture and corrosion from this thing.

When Gao Chao carefully uncovered the last layer of coarse cloth, his mind suddenly buzzed, and his whole body vibrate, and even his breathing seemed to stop instantly.

Because although it was dim at the moment, Gao Chao could see it clearly, and under the black coarse cloth, a touch of patina appeared......

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