On a dark and windy night, a middle-aged man dressed as a farmer came to a mass grave with a tool (yellow leather prison), the middle-aged man squinted his eyes as if he was looking for something, and walked around in this mass grave twice, and then seemed to choose a place, stopped, it was a clearing, a clearing surrounded by three larger graves around, the middle-aged man took out his tools and went down to this clearing, and then hid on the back of one of the larger graves, took out a straw mat and spread it on the ground, I fell asleep upside down, and in the summer night, mosquitoes were rampant, and middle-aged people fell asleep lightly under the bite of mosquitoes, (it was impossible to sleep too deeply). Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At midnight, suddenly a sound of footsteps pulled the middle-aged man out of his dream, the middle-aged man rubbed his eyes, and said in his heart, there is a guy in prison! Then he lay on the grave to gather the light, looking at the side of the grave, where he got off the tool, only to see that in the blur under the moonlight, a white-haired old man appeared in the open space opposite, with a snow-white beard sprinkled all over his chest, dressed in a white robe, and his whole body was shining with silver under the moonlight, and he was reaching out to dismantle the dungeon he had laid before.

The middle-aged man was confused and said, what kind of person is this, bold enough, running to this mass grave in the middle of the night, and demolishing my dungeon, the next second it feels wrong, only to see that at this time, the old man said while demolishing his dungeon, "What kind of is this, I don't dare to come out to play with children." With that, he threw the demolished dungeon right next to the middle-aged man, and then the old man turned away and disappeared into the mass grave.

The middle-aged man was stunned at first when he heard this, and then shrunk his neck, and then he was so frightened that his soul flew away, hugged his dungeon, spread the girl, and ran home without looking back, and ran to the house in one breath, and the wife and children at home were sleeping, so they didn't wake them up, and went to bed directly.

Anyway, he didn't sleep well all night, and his mind was full of the white-haired old man.

The next day, the middle-aged man talked to the people in the village about it, and the old man in the village said that he had caught too many yellow skins, which alarmed the old yellow skin Daxian, saying that this was out to warn him, and the people in the village persuaded him to stop, and not to arrest it again in the future, otherwise something would happen, and the middle-aged man swore not to catch the yellow skin afterwards.

After going back, he burned the dungeon that was used to catch the yellow skin, and when he was halfway through the burn, he found that there was something like paper curled up in the dungeon, and the middle-aged man saw that he hurriedly took out the thing, and saw that it had been burned off more than half, and he opened it to see that it was two drawings rolled together, and took a closer look at the dossier that looked like some kind of animal skin, and there were dense strange symbols painted on it, the middle-aged man didn't know what he meant, thinking about the adventure that night, thinking that it would be some information from the yellow skin fairy to him, I took these two fragments and went to the old man in the village to see, even the most learned old man in the village had never seen this kind of thing, let him look at it himself, and the middle-aged man did not dare to wait slowly, so he kept the two fragments all the time, and soon after the news spread, he was bought by a person who claimed to be a collector at a high price! When the middle-aged man asked the collector if he knew anything about it, the collector said that it might be an ancient cipher drawing, and no one knew the exact contents, and the man walked away.

In the world, there are always some people that you can never understand, and there are some things that you can never imagine. Human beings never stop following in the footsteps of their ancestors. During a small talk, because of an ancient mysterious drawing, the missing person, he follows an expedition and embarks on a journey to find the truth.

My name is Zhou Dao, I live in Hangzhou, I opened a cigarette hotel in the antique market in Hangzhou, and I feel comfortable in business and life, and I feel bored in the past few years since I walked out of school, but in comparison, campus life is boring, and it is not much worse for me. Usually, when I am bored watching the shop, I kill chess with Boss Zhang (the owner of the antique shop, a Cantonese person) next door, chat about some anecdotes and secrets in their antique business, and then go to the restaurant with a few iron buddies to enjoy the delicious food in the world.

This day is the same as usual,I just finished lunch is free time,Habitual to go to the lottery shop at the entrance of the market to buy a few lottery tickets back to the store,Just sit down and someone came to buy cigarettes,I was bored flipping through the newspaper and got up and asked, "Hello, buy cigarettes?" The man took out the money and "took the bag of Nanjing", and after finishing his work, he turned around and walked into Boss Zhang's shop next door.

I looked at this person's heart and said, this surname Zhang's business is good, so I will follow me. While looking at the newspaper on the cigarette cabinet, the man walked out after a while, wearing a black sports jacket and black sweatpants, a lean middleman, who looked less than fifty years old. There is a slight gray hair on the temples, and the difference from just now is that there is a black handbag in his hand. I saw Boss Zhang say in Mandarin with a strong Cantonese accent, "I will do my best in this matter, you can rest assured"

There was a car parked not far away, the man opened the car door and sat in, and soon the car started to open the market, I don't know whether it was to buy goods or to sell stolen goods, I used to hear Boss Zhang say that the antiques and antiques in the market are fake, all by fooling people, there are too few real good things, and there are fewer people who really understand. Sometimes I really don't understand what the value of this ancient man's broken copper and iron can be,

After a while, I saw Boss Zhang come to my store with a smile, and said in Mandarin with a strong Cantonese accent: "Brother Zhou, let's kill two, let's have twenty-one old rules, I'll see if you have grown in" I was not convinced when I heard it, but nodded and said with a smile, "Boss Zhang, then you have to let this, I can only go where to go these two times, how can I compare with you" Saying that, he took the worn-out folding chessboard, spread it out, and the two sat opposite each other, and killed at the door of the store.

Boss Zhang is still very easy to get along with, usually also likes to joke, and several other antique shops in the vicinity of the business is much bigger, I heard that he privately and the relevant departments, tomb robbers, collectors, there are illegal transactions, those are serious eight hundred underground digging things, the reason why I go so close to him, is mainly that one of my old watches and he often interact.

My old watch has been fighting since he was a child, a body of problems, but he is very righteous, and he has been a gangster in some society since he became an adult, and he has a wide range of contacts, and then he got acquainted with some tomb robbers, specializing in digging graves and digging graves, and said that it was a foursome group of people who touched gold, and I laughed when I heard it, and what did I say to touch the gold, and you formed a group to touch a woman's breasts and it was almost the same, and the tomb robbery said that the tomb robbery was done, and the words of the crepe bird, and what to say that it was a technical work I don't understand.

Later, I heard that they had an accident, and now they are doing it alone, I used to look at his hanging appearance and said to him, "You better forget it, this kind of crime is, no matter how much money is transferred, it can't be drawn, do you remember the two years you squatted" He always smiled disapprerovingly, saying that it was the old horse (old classmate, professional tomb robber, a fat man, and a witty person) who accidentally targeted the strip when he sold his stolen goods, and finally I was dug up, I dotted up and down, and finally set me an accomplice to squat for two years, He himself was sentenced to five years, so now he can only do it alone. There are ancient tombs in the deep mountains and old forests, who are the money kept for, isn't it just for us, and he doesn't spend money on the dead, and most of the tomb owners of these ancient tombs are bureaucratic families during their lifetimes, and they are all ill-gotten gains, and they don't take them for nothing.

I grew up with this old watch, and I heard my mother say that the two of us had the same birthday, and he called each other by his name in the morning and evening, so when I was young, I called each other by name, no matter how big or small each other, he has always taken good care of me, maybe I was born a few hours later than him.

My cousin and Boss Zhang are old friends, close business contacts, most of the things in the old table come to him to deal with, I can talk to Boss Zhang, but his Cantonese Mandarin makes people listen to the panic, I chatted with him while playing chess, I coughed and said, "I said Boss Zhang, you usually ignore the business on the surface, I haven't seen you talk to any customer more than three sentences, the one who took the bag just now, you are so polite to him, you must have taken a lot of benefits from others, right?" “

Boss Zhang said in Mandarin with a strong Cantonese accent, "Oh, he is an old customer from Beijing, one million, people are coming to us to do something, promising to give us a reward of one million when the matter is done, and first gave me a deposit of 100,000 yuan, and..."

Everyone said that they don't love money, and that more is better, and I immediately became interested, "What is so valuable?"

Boss Zhang said softly: "It's an ancient drawing"

"Do you have that?" I asked tentatively

"No, if there were, I would have sent it to someone a long time ago, and they said that after the deed was done, not only would there be a million cash in his house, but I would like to pick up three pieces of antiques at my door, what a temptation, and I'm not a fool," he said, lighting a cigarette.

I also lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, learning his accent and joking, "Is there any mistake, he came all the way from Beijing to Hangzhou, bought you a drawing you don't have, and gave you 100,000 fast, I don't think you are a fool, he is a fool." ”

As soon as Boss Zhang heard me joking, he said in the tone of an old-timer, "I said that you are a little Zhou, you still learn from me to speak, you know there, do you know what the background of this person is?" ”

I replied, "What kind of background, your customer is a collector,"

"You guessed it, it's the collector," he said as he jumped my soldier over the hippopotamus

I said in my heart that your customers are either tomb robbers or collectors, do you need to guess, in order to hear more, I didn't interrupt him, he continued, "But their family is still a family of tomb robbers, his surname is Wang, and his ancestors are all former influential people in the Tao." His grandfather was a well-known Tufuzi in Changsha in the thirties and forties of the last century, because he was the eighth in the family, he was bold and bold, known as a leader, and was honored on the road. Eight princes', this old man Wang has stolen countless fights in his life, during the civil war also supported the Communist Party, served the country, became an official in the logistics department, after the liberation of the country, because of his own understanding of ancient tombs, transferred to the national archaeological department and is digging tombs all over the country, now he is over 100 years old, and their treasures may be more than the total number of museums and archaeological institutes,"