The fat man and I were stuffy in the antique store for three days, and finally couldn't help but go out to breathe, and walked around the Red Star Antique Market. As a result, when I paid the bill, I didn't take it out of my pocket, but found an inexplicable note, on which I printed a few words in ink, "The other half of the map is mine", I read the note, my head suddenly buzzed, and I hurriedly stood up and looked around.

When the fat man saw me, he asked me with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong?" ”

I handed him the note, and he was still confused and asked me, "What map?"

I replied, "You're a pig's head, a golden statue, and there's no map in it." ”

The fat man suddenly realized, "Yes." So who gave you the note? ”

I was also completely confused by this, so I had to say to him: "I don't know, I just found it in my pocket." Now that I think about it, it must have been when I was watching the excitement at the Red Star Antique Market, and someone took advantage of the chaos and secretly stuffed it into my pocket. "The thought of this ghost, haunting us and not knowing whether it is friend or foe, may appear at our sleeping pillow and take our heads. Thinking about it, I can't help but feel a little worried in my heart, this kind of unknown horror is the most terrifying, because you can never guess what kind of unknown danger will happen next, there is nothing more terrifying in the world than the unknown, it is a horror that points to the depths of people's hearts, and makes you even ignore the horror of your teeth.

I pinched the note from the fat man's hand and looked at it repeatedly, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of purpose this ghostly mysterious person or mysterious organization had in his head to give me a font. But what's the use of just giving a note? Just to inform us that the map is there, but who is he? And how can I find him? Is this a joke, or a temptation, it's not just to inform us that he stole the golden statue! It's so unusual, and I really think of me and the fat man as omnipotent detectives, isn't this note literal, and there are secret words in it, trying to test our abilities, so that I don't have to solve the puzzle on my own.

The note is a very ordinary printer paper, with a simple eight Chinese characters on it, and nothing else. Even if they were broken and crushed, I didn't see any other meanings of these Chinese characters. Suspiciously, I flipped through the back of the note and looked at it, but I didn't find anything out of the ordinary. Then I put the note under the bright light and shone it again, and found nothing out of the ordinary. In the end, I closed my eyes and groped for the note with my fingers, and there was no secret text on it. I couldn't help but be disappointed and said: What is going on, who is playing suspense?

When the fat man saw me holding the note, he muttered for a long time, so he asked me, "What do you see?" I shook my head helplessly.

The fat man stretched out his hand to me and said, "Show me." ”

I said to him with some disdain: "I can't even see any fame, what can you see with your pig's head?" ”

The fat man was so excited that he stumped and said, "You really don't look down on people, maybe this thing is very simple." After speaking, he threw the note directly into the water cup in front of him.

When I saw it, I immediately panicked, "Don't soak the paper, I have to study it well when I go back." With that, I hurriedly freed the paper from the water glass, and then gently spread it on the table, checking for any damage.

As a result, I couldn't help but be surprised by this look and fell through my glasses, but I didn't expect that the fat man really hit the blind cat with a dead mouse. After the back of the note was wet, a line of small characters appeared underneath, with a few numbers interspersed in the middle, "Huangquan Road Xiling 104 Living Dead".

We looked at this line of words, like the house number of a certain place. However, the name of this place is really shocking. I thought to myself: "Xiling" is not the mausoleum of the Qing Palace, who has nothing to live in the tomb. Besides, whether this "living dead" is alive or dead, could it be that he is an immortal vegetative person. Maybe it's a personal name, but the key is, whose name would be so unlucky.

After reading it, the fat man asked me with his eyes, I immediately shook my head, and said in my heart: I haven't died, how do I know where this Huangquan Road is?

We stayed at home for another three days with a confused note, full of confusion. The master still hasn't come back yet, and the fat man said impatiently, "Is it that the master went to visit the mountains and rivers and forgot about us both?" What is his old man's old arm and old leg going out to toss around, and we are not by his side to take care of it, what if there is a good one? ”

I said to him, "You don't have to worry about salty radishes, Master's ability can take care of yourself, and we should be worried about ourselves." I've always felt that there is an invisible person, staring at the two of us in secret, as long as we go out, something strange will happen, maybe one day we will accidentally lose our lives, I haven't married a daughter-in-law yet, I don't want to die too early. ”

The fat man said to me mockingly, "Look at your little bit of talent." ”

I smiled and said to him: "You forgot that when you were a child, we were in our hometown in the Northeast, and you peeked at the village flower and Erya taking a bath alone, and later I and my friends found out and beat you up." ”

The fat man grinned, grinned and said, "I almost didn't get up from the kang that time." Since then, I have come to understand that we must share happiness and share suffering. ”

Looking at the fat man who was laughing, I remembered the past. I didn't know who my parents were, but the people from the village found me as an infant baby on the edge of a grave. In the old days, people were very feudal and superstitious, saying that I was a "ghost child" and wanted to strangle me. The fat man's father was kind and good-looking, and he stopped everyone alive and dead, so he took me home. At that time, the fat man's mother had just given birth to a fat man, and I robbed the fat man's milk to drink and grew up. Later, the village caught up with the famine and the violent moon, and there was no harvest for many years, and the wild vegetables on the mountain were dug up, so they could only gnaw on the bark of the trees to survive, and they could not even see a single mouse. The fat man's father broke his leg when he was looking for food in the mountains, and passed away soon after, and his mother also died of depression, which really confirmed the saying that "good people don't live long". The two adults died like this, leaving me and the fat man two little babies, the owner had a mouthful of food, and the west family was pulled by the villagers until they were fourteen or fifteen years old, and then left their hometown and came out to beg for a living.

Where will life outside be so pleasant, the two of us wandered all the way to the capital, carrying bags and shining shoes for people before the train war. At that time, the train station was mixed, full of "Buddha with bags" (thieves), "abductors" (human traffickers), and the most common were "begging gangs" (beggars asking for food). At that time, the beggars ganged up to divide the territory, which was the most troublesome deposit. Because most of them have no craftsmanship, or are lazy to eat, and there are even fugitive murderers, because they are disguised as sloppy beggars, no one will come to investigate, and they can also have food to eat safely to hide. The beggars' gang hides filth and filth within it, including those in the first two professions, and can be regarded as the biggest cancer in society. Later, during the Great Purge, many beggars were famous fugitives from serial murder. Anyway, most of them are second-rate people who don't have a proper job, or don't have a regular job and a local hukou.

The fat man and I, two fifteen or sixteen-year-old babies, have been dragged into the gang many times by the begging gang, but we are not stupid, we know that it is easy to join the gang, but it is difficult to go out again, and we don't want to do bad things with a clear conscience. Later, the two of us found that a gang of begging gangs blocked an old man and a little girl in the corner to grab something, and if they robbed something, they also robbed the little girl to sell it, and several people had new evil thoughts and wanted to molest the little girl. The fat man and I couldn't stand it anymore, so we ran over and lied that the police were coming, and then lured the group of begging people away and saved the old man and the little girl.

It was then that we realized that this was an extra move at that time, and it was precisely because of this act of kindness that we changed the fate of our starvation to death on the streets.

First of all, we led the beggar gang away, but it was quickly revealed that we were beaten half to death by them, and then dragged to the railroad tracks, trying to run over the train. The bones and slag of the whole body will be broken and died, but we were not afraid at the time, anyway, a cheap life, even if we don't die like this, sooner or later one day will starve to death on the street, early death and early life, we don't feel remorse at all for the impulse to save people, when the chin was crooked and the fat man with a swollen face said to me: "I will be brothers in the next life." “

I nodded my head so hard that I still can't forget it.

Later, there was a turning point in the story, and there must be a turning point, otherwise how could we remember the beginning here now. The old man I rescued with the fat man that day was my master Fang Lao, who came back from out of town and brought his friend's daughter to Beijing to play. Actually, the fat man and I don't meddle in our affairs, and with Master's ability, we can settle a bunch of gangsters, which is not a problem at all. He didn't expect that he would kill the two of us halfway, and then he arranged the little girl and came to the train station to look for us.

Then he rescued the two of us at a critical moment, and kindly accepted us as closed disciples of the foreign residence, saying that he had a good fate with the two of us. As a result, a small act of kindness between me and the fat man, and in this way, we became mountain movers by fate and became an inverted fighting craftsman in the reserve.

Looking back on the past, it's really embarrassing!

The fat man and I were immersed in homesickness and memories of the past, but we didn't know that a huge conspiracy had landed on our heads at this time.

And the two of us are about to start a new journey in our lives, stepping into a sinister circle where we may not be able to leave until we die.