At the beginning of 2013, just after the fifteenth day, I started to buy and sell jade, which is a new way for our family, but no matter what kind of industry, it was very difficult at first.

In order to accumulate experience and find a source of goods, in early March after the new year, I took this group of guys to the west, preparing to go to Qinghai to do a survey, by the way to see if I could run a good supply.

Most of these guys are not inverted, a few of them have not left, and the rest are mostly innocent workers, most of them are college graduates or have some understanding of jade, and they are not long in recruitment, and they are ready to prepare.

This is not the first time I have been to Qinghai, whether it is to Xinjiang, Tibet, Dunhuang or Lhasa, Qinghai is a must for tourists, and the significance of our trip is also very significant, because around it, there are places rich in jade.

For example, Hetian jade in Xinjiang and Kunlun jade, a new jade species in Qinghai, are very famous, and they are the places with the highest concentration of jade production in the country.

Of course, we are not in a hurry to buy jade now, so I plan to travel for two months, the location is to enter Qinghai and then move to Xinjiang, now we use the jade source, most of them are secondary acquisitions, the cost is relatively high, and the real ones that can be purchased from the source at one time are the old dealers in the jade industry, almost a semi-monopoly state, to open the way in this regard, it is not a month or two can be done.

Therefore, this time, we are not collecting jade, but investigating, although the profit of the second acquisition is relatively thin, but the jade industry, no matter how thin it is, is not where it is, plus the capital of our Wu family, it is not in a hurry, it will take a year or two to open the door, which is expected for us.

The main place where jade is produced in Qinghai is in the Kunlun Mountains in Qinghai, that is, near the city of Golmud, and our location is there.

Golmud is the closest to the Kunlun Mountains and is the largest city at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains.

There are three large jade quarries in the area, so although Golmud is not geographically large, there is also a lot of underground trading. Because the purchase of jade is basically monopolized, most of the quarried rough stones, basically overnight in Golmud, are transferred to other cities, if you want to find out the doorway, you have to stay in Golmud for a period of time, it is better to be grounded.

I really don't have a good impression of this city, Qinghai is mostly the Gobi and snow-capped mountains, and Golmud is closer to the Gobi, when the Gobi blows a black wind, it is inevitable that it will suffer, of course, these are not the main reasons, the reason why I hate this place is because of the sanatorium.

For two years, the stuffy oil bottle did not come back, and my own conscience made it impossible for me to sit still, but the embarrassing identity of the stuffy oil bottle made it impossible for me to blatantly look for it, and other people's understanding of the stuffy oil bottle may not be clear to me.

The only clues left were a few words from the stuffy oil bottle as he left. He said he was going to some places and proving something. Obviously, these things are related to his memory, but at that time, I once asked if he would return to the Western Queen Mother, and the stuffy oil bottle said no.

At the time, I believed it, but now I can't believe it, and I vaguely feel that I may have been tricked by the stuffy oil bottle again. After the fat man and I passed the anger, we agreed that we couldn't wait for death, and we had to take the initiative to attack, and the fat man said: "The little brother may have lost his memory somewhere, and was picked up and ravaged by a rich woman, let's be brothers, we must save him from the fire." "After we discussed, we used the connections we had on hand to ask around for news about the stuffy oil bottle.

Of course, this must not be too blatant, one, I don't know about its actions, whether the stuffy oil bottle has been stopped, if it is really stopped, then I am afraid that the stuffy oil bottle will become a thorn in his side, a thorn in the flesh, and if we go to the stuffy oil bottle again, we will only hit ourselves in the mouth.

Besides, even if we wanted to investigate, it would be impossible to ask the person on the question: "Have you seen a mute Zhang recently?" "Of course it can't be, the people on the road haven't known the origin of the stuffy oil bottle with me and the fat man, so everything is clueless, and I can only guess what some of the places the stuffy oil bottle says, which places are.

In those places, will there be any clues to the stuffy oil bottle?

Did he have an accident two years ago, or did he have an accident as the fat man said, or did he remember the grid again? We can't get evidence of all this, but the only thing is one belief, as long as people don't have definite information, we have to look for it.

This is not only looking for his brother who intersects with life and death, but also looking for his own conscience.

We rested that day in a guest house in Golmud, there are not many large hotels, and besides, I have not suffered any crimes in the past few years, except for letting me sleep in the toilet. We booked half a month at one time, only the boss smiled from ear to ear, and the rest of the new recruits were the first time to follow the boss on a business trip, and they were extremely excited.

Those were all young people, energetic, and the most idle, when I heard that I was okay today, I invited them to visit Golmud, and I thought about it, and introduced them to the noodle restaurant I had eaten at that year, saying that it tasted good.

In the evening, I thought about it and decided to go to the sanatorium, but now, there was no clue left in the stuffy oil bottle, and the only place to start was from the place where he could go, and only from his background.

As for the origin of the Zhang family, I'm afraid no one knows better than me and the fat man, because all the secrets are witnessed by us together.

A people living in the depths of ancient Tibet stumbled upon a heart-warming but terrifying power, which was spied on, and in order to preserve it, three ghost seals and three migrated teams were born.

One took root in Yabuda, one integrated into the Han nationality, and one stayed in the Western Queen Mother Kingdom, while the remaining small force, guarded in Tibet, and eventually drowned in the torrent of history.

I know the origins of the Zhang family, and I also know what they guard, but what I don't know is the stuffy oil bottle. When these ancient origins are put aside, I can't help but ask, where did the stuffy oil bottle come from?

In his long life, there should always be parents, there should always be a hometown, when did he become a spirit and take on the mission of raising spirits? When the last spirit told him the ultimate mystery, did he leave something behind to remind him not to forget?

I don't know about that, maybe even the stuffy oil bottle himself.

It is these things that he is looking for, and as long as I follow this line, I will always find something, and I know that it will be a long time, and it may not even succeed in a lifetime, but I have said that it is not only a search for a person, but also a search for a conscience.

I didn't dare to go to the Golmud sanatorium at night, so I took a van and gave him an address to take me there.

The driver was a middle-aged Uyghur man with dark skin and deep eyes, and he was halfway through the car when he suddenly asked, "Sir, what are you doing there?" "He is still quite fluent in Chinese, and he is obviously close to the Han people.

However, there is something wrong with what he asked, a car, the guests he receives, are from the west, to the east, the reasons for coming and going, can not be said, so generally by car, few drivers will ask passengers what to do at the destination.

I thought it was a little weird, but there was nothing to hide, so I told you the truth and said that I wanted to visit the local nursing home.

The Uyghurs immediately slowed down and said to me in the rearview mirror, "Sir, it's already plugged in, I'm afraid you won't be able to visit." ”

"What?" I was stunned for a moment and said, "When did it happen?" ”

The Uyghur said: "A year ago, it was already a dilapidated building, and it should have been demolished a long time ago. ”

It is true that it should have been demolished a long time ago, but that sanatorium, because it concerns some secrets, has been retained, these secrets are unknown to others, but I know them, how can anyone dare to touch it?

I had doubts in my mind, but I still let the Uyghurs continue to drive, while asking, "Who demolished it?" ”

The Uighurs said that of course, it was the developer who bought the land property rights from above and planned to build a gambling stone club there.

Gambling stone is also a way to play jade, there has always been a knife poor and a rich saying, when jade was just mined, it was wrapped by a layer of skin like a rock, this layer of skin was not opened, no one knew what jade was inside, whether it was the upper grade or the lower grade, so it was born to play the gambling stone.

The people in the clubhouse collect the rough stones that have not been opened, and the buyer buys it is actually a kind of luck, maybe he can buy a whole jade worth a million for 5,000, or he may spend a million to buy a piece of broken jade.

But this is not a business on the surface after all, so most of them will be sold under the guise of jade sales.

The doubts in my heart are even heavier, it is not uncommon to come here to play gambling stones, because the collection point is nearby, and the supply of goods here comes quickly, so it is not uncommon for someone to want to build a gambling stone club, but the strangeness lies in his location and the things that follow.

I couldn't help but ask, "Didn't anything happen when you planted the house?" ”

The Uyghurs were surprised and said, "Nothing happened when it was demolished, but after the club was built, something happened and many people died." I was shocked and asked quietly, "And then?" ”

"And then?" The Uyghurs were a little strange and said, "Don't you ask why so many people died?" "I already have a plan in my heart, 100% it is the forbidden woman who is doing the trick, and daring to demolish that place is simply looking for death.

It's not that the people above don't know what's inside, and if they don't instruct it, the local backstage won't dare to sell the land.

All of this, it's clearing. Anything that ever happened was erased, and the Golmud Sanatorium, and the mutations that had happened in it, were wiped out.