Qin Yiheng glanced back and said, "This is not the place to speak. He took me to pick up the car and asked me to drive, while he sat in the passenger seat with a bird cage and didn't say much. It wasn't until the car drove back to the city that he lit a cigarette, looking a little relieved, and asked me to park the car at a nearby restaurant, and the two of us would fill their stomachs first.

We asked for a private room and ordered a few dishes. When the dishes were ready, Qin Yiheng didn't move the chopsticks first, but put the bird cage on the dining table and began to explain to me.

He said that this cage street has not existed since ancient times, it is a place of consignment sales that has only emerged in recent years, and there are many of them all over the country, and they generally only exist in large cities such as provincial capitals or municipalities directly under the central government. This cage street is strictly similar to the black market, and although not all of the things sold are shady, there are occasionally a few items stolen from the tomb. But unlike those underground black market antique trading markets, the antiques that appear on Cage Street are also known as dead objects, which are generally unclean. The so-called unclean here refers to the fact that there are more or less evil spirits on those things, and even some of them are simply attached to the filth, and ordinary people dare not accept them, or some people do not know the truth and find that something is wrong after receiving them, so they will be sent to the cage street for secondary sales.

Those who know Lang Dao and are willing to go to Cage Street to shop for goods are basically knowledgeable people, and the purpose of going is different, but in general, they are all going to profit, however, the way to make profits is different, some are to collect some antique artifacts, dispose of them themselves, and then take them out for auction; Some of them go to take on some work that cannot be seen in the dark, at least they say that they are doing some things that pretend to be gods and ghosts, and at worst they say that they are doing some work that hurts the heavens and reason. But usually this kind of people go to Cage Street to quietly order a mao, which is commonly known as a registration, and then wait for the employer's one-line connector. Because although there is no written rule in the industry that says that you can't use magic to do bad things, at least people have a scale in their hearts that is sideways, and when they are known, they want to mix up in this industry. Therefore, this kind of pay is very high, but there are relatively few people who do it, and they have to be like stealing chickens and dogs.

There are also some people who are specially commissioned to buy some spiritual animals, that is, the so-called Wong Tai Sin and snake immortals who have achieved initial results in cultivation, and buy them to release them, which can be regarded as accumulating virtue for themselves or trying to provide psychological comfort. In the courtyard, the cages covered with red cloth on the outside are basically filled with these animals. The profit of this type is relatively high, because the buyer who entrusts someone to buy it is either rich or expensive, and the sale is usually a large amount. There is also a saying that the money is less and it seems that the heart is not sincere, so many people who unintentionally or intentionally capture these animals are willing to send them here to sell them rather than risk revenge or being arrested.

There is another category, which we see today. When buying something, no one will increase the price or come first served, because the things sold today are more special. These things are gathered houses, that is, things dug up from under old houses that were picked up from all over the country. I had already talked about what this house was, and the people who came here to buy it didn't have any actual purpose, they just wanted to find their own things.

Our country has experienced several invasions and civil wars, coupled with the turmoil of the following decade, and the children of many large families are scattered all over the country for various reasons, unable to go back to find their relatives, or even if they do, there is nothing left in their hometown. Some people with family complexes are willing to buy such an object, and it is said that the market has risen very much in recent years. Gathering house, as I have said before, there are several kinds, the general price is relatively high, all of them are buried when the woman is in the house, because they are all wrapped in a lotus with a note written in it, and when it is buried, it does not let people peek at its contents, in the final analysis, it is not only very commemorative, but also can see the words of their ancestors, which is quite mysterious.

It is precisely because it is looking for one's own things, and it is useless to buy other people's ones, so the buyers are looking for them according to their own surnames, and if it is not a special coincidence that two people with the same surname come to buy, no one will fight for this thing.

Qin Yiheng pushed the bird cage towards me, and pointed to a position on the top of the bird cage for me to see. I took a closer look, and there was a very small word on it, which seemed to be drawn with something like a needle, and the handwriting was very shallow, and it was the word "room".

As soon as I saw this word, I understood why he suddenly brought me here, and the house in this cage is Fang Wanjin's family?

This is unreasonable! Fang Wanjin is also a celebrity in the industry, his family's things, he should have received the news earlier, it stands to reason that he should have bought it a long time ago, how could it be our turn? Think about it again the day before yesterday when the mysterious old man asked me what to buy, I damn it, he wouldn't have expected that Qin Yiheng would bring me to buy this, right?

This gathering house is not an auspicious thing for me, I remember that Qin Yiheng also analyzed it for me in the ancestral hall of the Wanjia family, and those wardrobes are likely to be the gathering house of a certain house. If it weren't for the suspicion that something was buried under that villa, we wouldn't have been able to break the game of the true dragon in Jiuzi Town. I looked at the birdcage in front of me, and I had an inexplicable sense of resistance, wanting to stay away from this thing.

I glanced at Qin Yiheng, and there was a determination in his eyes. After being together for so long, we have a tacit understanding to some extent, and I know at a glance that I don't need to ask, and I guess eight or nine is not far from ten.

Qin Yiheng didn't wait for me to ask, he pulled the bird cage in front of him and said, "I'm afraid that Fang Wanjin has something to say, which is to remind us to come to find this thing." The old man who came to you before must have a connection with him. However, all this will not be known until you open the box and see what is written in the house. ”

Qin Yiheng turned the birdcage around as he spoke, and said: "This cage street, as the name suggests, is the cage of this birdcage, and the cage must be an old cage, and you have to raise birds." As for the birdcage for everything, I can't say why. In short, since the opening of this cage street, there has been such a convention, people who come to buy things can only look through the cage, and cannot reach out to touch the contents of the cage. This may be considered an anti-theft measure. That's just my personal guess, though. And the people who sell things on Cage Street, the two fat men we see, must be 'flashers', that is, people who sleep with their eyes closed. There is no specific statement about this in metaphysics, but from ancient times to the present, many places require that the guards of the vault must be 'flashes'. It is said that the 'Flash' keeps money and will not be stolen by imps. However, this is just a statement, and no one has been able to confirm it.

"This cage street is only open twice on the first and fifteenth day of each month, and in the jargon, once is real and once is false. This virtual reality is not the kind of concept we usually talk about, but a specific name, the real is a living thing, and the virtual is a dead thing. Today, we are catching up with the fifteenth, originally I just came with the idea of trying it out, but I didn't think that there would really be a 'house' family.

"Let's eat first, and after eating, find a place to open the cage."

At this time, I was indeed hungry, I had a meal with Qin Yiheng, poured two cans of Red Bull, and became more sober. After eating, the two of them smoked another cigarette and rested for a while before coming out of the restaurant and then going directly to my house.

After entering the house, we put the bird cage on the coffee table, Qin Yiheng closed all the curtains, and set up a table lamp next to the cage, and then carefully used the small pliers and saws on the Swiss Army knife to break the small wooden sticks on the bird cage one by one. He was careful in his movements, for fear of touching the box inside. I watched from the sidelines and wondered, but I didn't bother him. It wasn't until he had completely dismantled the cage that I asked him, "Why do you have to go through all the trouble?" Isn't it over when you take out the box? ”

Qin Yiheng didn't answer, and continued to carefully use the Swiss Army knife to pick open the lid of the small wooden box little by little.

Now I realized that he didn't want to touch the box with his hands. Seeing him like this, I'm still a little nervous, how the fuck is this like a bomb disposal?

Fortunately, after the lid of the box was removed by Qin Yiheng a few times, it did not explode. He watched for a moment, and then took out the contents of the wooden box with his hands. It was the same thing he said, a silk or white cloth or something, very small. I didn't touch it, and I couldn't tell what it was.

Qin Yiheng cautiously spread this thing on the coffee table, and after spreading it out, it was about the size of an adult's palm, and sure enough, something was written on it. But I looked at it twice, and I thought it was very weird. It's not a word, but a table, with drawings in it, and some regular black dots on the top row, which looks a bit like the curriculum used when reading.

Qin Yiheng also seemed to be surprised, he opened his mouth wide and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't squeak. I asked him, "Is this thing the mansion of Fang Wanjinzu?" Is their family very unusual? That's not a sentence! ”

He looked at me, then at the cloth, but only "tsk" and didn't answer.

He didn't speak, so I could only look at it myself, so I lowered my head and looked at it carefully. The table was not neatly made, and it was understandable that a ruler could not be used in those days, but the paintings on it were also surprisingly rough, with a few brushstrokes, all of them were like totems, but I could barely tell that the paintings were all animals.

The more I look at it, the more I think this thing is strange, what does this mean? Their family runs a farm? Is this a notation of when it was fed, or is it just a recipe for what animals to eat and when?

I watched it for a long time, pondered for a long time, and had no clue at all, so I had to light a cigarette and wait for Qin Yiheng to speak.

He was silent for longer than I expected, and he was still thinking as I finished smoking and went to the toilet to get a tuba. Later, I gave up a little bit, and I said, can we hurry up? He looked at me twice, picked up the cloth, turned it over at the lamp and looked at it for a moment, then put it down in disappointment and continued to think.

I could only wait, and after waiting for more than ten minutes, Qin Yiheng suddenly spoke, asked me for a cigarette, took a hard breath, spit it out, and opened his mouth to ask me: "Do you see what is painted on this thing?" ”

I almost wanted to smoke him when he asked him this question, but I waited for a long time to say this. Fortunately, he followed up in time: "Even if this thing makes you want to break your head, you can't think of it." Qin Yiheng picked up the cloth, pointed to the animal on it and continued, "My explanation will be outrageous, but I'm afraid this thing is so outrageous." Written on this house is a woman's menstrual schedule. In the old society, there was no such reliable and scientific contraceptive measures as today, so having sex and conceiving a child or not was basically a matter of providence. Many large families have some of their own family traditions, which also have some superstitious elements, and there will be some requirements for when to conceive an heir, which is recorded on the menstrual schedule, which seems to record what is conceived in which period of time. ”

What he said made me even more strange, and I asked, "What difference can pregnancy be between a boy and a girl?" What else could it be? ”

Qin Yiheng pursed his lips and replied: "This thing can be recorded and buried in the mansion, which shows the importance of this matter to this family." Let's not talk about whether there is any explanation for this burial, simply from the analysis of this cloth, the woman who buried the house is probably very worried about conceiving a child at a certain time, and this child, judging from this table, is probably not a person. ”