Shen Yungui used to be a researcher of folk feng shui and historical architecture, at least that's how he introduced himself to others.

Of course, this name is very long, and it seems to be a powerful "scholar", and no authoritative official body recognizes it. The barrier to entry is also very low – as long as you want to do it.

Their main research scope is to find all kinds of buildings (mainly underground buildings) left by the ancients all over the country that have not been officially discovered through their own knowledge of feng shui, and the research funds are basically at their own expense, and they will occasionally bring out the ownerless and convenient things in the buildings while studying the buildings, and find a suitable owner for them in the modern society.

To put it bluntly, he is a tomb robber.

Although the threshold for entering this profession is very low, the knowledge system required to be mastered is too large and complex (feng shui, architecture, institutions, religion, history, etc.) to learn is very laborious, and it is impossible to successfully become a teacher without a certain IQ. At the same time, the job itself is dangerous and the mortality rate is also very high, and there are no five insurances and one housing fund, and there are various schools in the industry fighting with each other, sometimes they do not die in the underground where there is mortal danger everywhere, but they die in the hands of their peers. As a result, fewer and fewer young people are willing to receive an orthodox education.

It stands to reason that all families can't receive apprentices with good qualifications, and the resources that can be developed have become less and less in recent years, and this industry should be declining. But I don't know why the practitioners are not falling but rising, these new young people often with high-tech equipment and fearless spirit, full of enthusiasm, clear goals, completely unruly messing around, like locusts transiting, eager to dig up even the land together, do not understand the importance of sustainable development at all, so that the competitive pressure in the industry is increasing and accelerating the depletion of resources.

In addition, with the development of the economy, the prosperity of the market, fakes have also begun to proliferate, many times when you have gone through nine deaths to get out of a little treasure is still hindered by the law can not be sold, look back at the roadside stall to take the resin model as an antique to fool the ignorant masses of the two dogs have made a fortune to live in a small villa, people have to sigh the injustice of fate, and then give birth to the idea of picking a child to do nothing.

And the most important point is that the national policy is getting better and better, and after many peers are caught, they basically have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, and there is free housing.

Looking at such a smoky industry environment, Mr. Shen Yungui, an authoritative figure in the industry, naturally sighed that the talent is withering, and this ancient industry with a long history is likely to be extinct in many years.

He now has a wide range of business, and his main work is to identify the authenticity of antiques, and then evaluate the price by the way, help buyers and sellers match up or something, and occasionally help rich people look at feng shui, fortune telling, and exorcise evil spirits. Although the major is not very compatible, the good thing is that the income and high risk are still low.

Mr. Shen Yungui, who has successfully re-employed, occasionally feels that socialism is still good, as long as you work hard and do anything, you can make money.

So why did he appear alone in this deserted place?

It all started three days ago.

That day, Shen Yunguizheng stayed at home alone, in a daze at a painting sent by a client that was said to be Tang Bohu's authentic handiwork, thinking about how to euphemistically tell the client a cruel fact, the author of this painting began to write no more than a month from now.

How could Tang Bohu's genuine work only sell for 3,000 yuan, how could someone always not understand such a simple thing?

However, this painting is quite similar, just from the level of imitation technology, even if it is a fake, it is probably not difficult to cheat hundreds of thousands, if you tell the customer that 3,000 yuan to buy such a fake is actually he earned, I don't know if the customer will be happy.

Probably not.

Shen Yungui sighed in his heart that the world is declining, and the little bastard who paints fake paintings had better drop his wallet when he goes out, and he is ready to put the painting away.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Shen Yungui, who heard the doorbell, had a bad premonition.

His address is known only to a few family and friends, and unfortunately, none of them will ring the doorbell.

So it's definitely not an acquaintance.

Strangers can basically bring only trouble.

It took Shen Yungui less than a second to come to this conclusion, and then opened the door of the house with mixed feelings.

There was a group of unidentified people standing at the door, even though they were wearing suits, and they could tell at a glance that they were not good.

Is it too late for me to close the door and pretend I'm not home, he thought.

The answer, of course, was too late, and the man who took the lead raised his hand and pressed the door the moment the door opened, and made it clear with his actions that he would not give up until he reached his goal.

"Mr. Shen Yungui, is it, our boss would like to ask you for a favor." The tone of the other party's speech was very polite, but the behavior was the opposite, and a group of people blocked the aisle at the door.

What age is it, this group of people are still engaged in this kind of gangster movie-like scene, Shen Yungui looked at the man in front of him who was half a head taller than himself with disgust, and his group of subordinates who looked similar at a glance, shrugged helplessly, and asked, "Where is your boss?" ”

If there are two or three people, Shen Yun will dare to fight it, and a dozen people will forget it, it is better to be obedient.

The man turned sideways to make way for a person to pass through the aisle, and across the street was a low-key looking business van.

Can't you send a WeChat if you have something, you have to put on such a big formation, how bad it is to frighten the neighbors, even if there are no neighbors who frighten the passing cats and dogs.

Although Shen Yungui was very aggrieved in his heart, he seemed to be indifferent on the surface, and strode across the road without looking at the group of suspicious people blocking his door.

Although the appearance of the car was inconspicuous, the interior of the car was very luxurious, but Shen Yungui didn't care much about these things, he had been thinking about a question since just now - how did this group of people know where he lived.

There was only one driver in the front seat, who started the car as soon as he sat down, and in the back seat there was an old foreigner with a gray hair and beard, who was now sitting next to him.

This foreign old man is the foreign turtle who spent 3,000 yuan on the side of the road to buy Tang Bohu's authentic handiwork, ah no, it's a customer, and the name seems to be William, or Will? .

I'll just say, how can the level of imitation be so high that it can only be sold for 3,000 yuan, it turns out that the real purpose is this.

He thought about it for a long time, and felt that he couldn't guess what the other party was going to do, so he simply leaned back against the leather seat and began to close his eyes and recuperate. Completely ignoring the old man's excited chatter in his ear.

The car drove all the way to the airport, and after arriving at the airport, the group directly got on a plane to Xinjiang -- this group of people even prepared their tickets early, and then joined up with another group of companions they had been waiting for for a long time at the Xinjiang airport.

In this process, Shen Yungui tried to escape several times, but was stopped by the old man's adopted son, that is, the man who took the lead in blocking his door at that time, and the last time was outside the Xinjiang airport, when he tried to jump out of the car and escape, he was slashed on the back of his neck by a standing palm and fainted directly.

What he didn't know was that the other party was actually full of doubts like him, these people thought that he was just a simple scholar who appraised antiques, and wanted to ask him for a favor, although the method of inviting people was a bit fierce, but his reaction was also greatly beyond their expectations - not just any scholar could casually put down three professional bodyguards.

What the hell are we looking for help with? This is the unanimous sentiment of the "kidnappers" at this time.

When Shen Yungui woke up again, it was already the middle of the night.

He was woken up by the screams, accompanied by the screams accompanied by a violent shaking of the ground, as a former champion in the field of folk archaeology, Shen Yungui's professional quality did not regress with the leisurely life of the past few years, when he heard the scream that was obviously full of fear, his body reacted before his brain - no matter what happened, run first.

It has to be said that the excellent sense of professionalism he has cultivated over the years saved his life at this time, while other people who came with him were not as lucky as him.

He subconsciously ran a few hundred meters, feeling that the ground vibration under his feet had gradually stabilized, and then slowly slowed down, taking the time to look back at what was happening.

Obviously, a lot had happened after he had fainted, and the place he had just escaped from was a camping camp full of tents, and just looking at the number of tents, he couldn't get out of it in an hour or two, but now it could no longer be called a camp, it could only be said to be a big pit.

The ground was still shaking, and the former camp had completely merged with the surrounding gravel, and then with an increasingly violent earthquake, it sank towards the center of the bunker. And in the very center of the bunker, a huge black unidentified creature is slowly emerging.

Shen Yungui looked at the black monster dumbfounded, because it was too far away he couldn't tell what kind of creature it was, or what kind of creature it looked like, the part of the thing that was exposed to the ground seemed to be only a part of its body, and it was struggling out of the sand pit, because it was surrounded by gravel that could not be borrowed, and the process seemed very difficult.

It was clear that there was still a lot of space under the place where the thing had crawled out, and the sand around it was just sinking rapidly, faster and faster, as if there was a bottomless pit there.

As the thing's movements became more intense, the bunker grew larger and larger, soon reaching beneath his feet.

He had no choice but to turn around and continue to run.

I don't know how long he ran, maybe seven or eight minutes, maybe ten minutes, and when he turned back again, his back had returned to calm, as if nothing had happened. There were no people, no black monsters coming out of the ground, only the endless desert that seemed unusually silent in the night.

I've lived for more than thirty years, I've seen more monsters, I've escaped death more times than I can count, and I've never encountered such an inexplicable fucking situation as I have now. -- Mr. Shen Yungui, a former leader in the field of civil archaeology, who was overwhelmed with grief and indignation

After dawn, Shen Yungui tried to find the place where the accident happened last night with his memory, but he soon gave up, he didn't even have a compass, and it was a fantasy to find something in the desert.

He was left alone in the desert, with nothing but a coat he had dragged in the middle of the night when he was running for his life, and even worse, he didn't even know which desert he was in.

I don't even have a pen and paper to write a suicide note!

If the summer north wind hadn't appeared, maybe he would have died in the desert like this.