On a dark and rainy night, the rhythmic raindrops and the sound of cement colliding are intertwined. It makes this little pier suddenly seem weird.

The sparse ships docked at the dock, rippling back and forth with the inky waves...

A middle-aged man was standing in front of the pier. He was next to the street lamp, holding a black oil-paper umbrella in his left hand, and his right hand was digging into his bag hanging from his waist, from which he felt a mint leaf and stuffed it into his mouth to chew, and then raised his head to look at the dark sea.

After a while, a candle as sharp as a knife pierced his pupils through the falling raindrops, getting brighter and brighter.

He lifted the sleeves of his blouse, removed a fire fold from his waist, and lit up the dimly lit dock.

Following his gaze towards the light source on the sea, he was surprised by a small fishing boat that had just returned from work. When the owner of the ship saw the light source from the shore, he also raised his hand and extinguished and lit the candle loaded on the bow of the ship, so as to signal that he saw the other party.

The man received a response, so he gently extinguished the fire in his hand and waited quietly for the ship to dock.

The owner of the boat parked the boat about ten meters from the shore and lowered a small raft.

The middle-aged man couldn't help frowning as he looked at the small raft in front of him that slowly moved as the sea water approached. When the raft was docked, he spat out the mint leaves he had chewed in his mouth on the dock, stepped forward with his left foot and stood on the raft, and then looked at the thick hemp rope that was held behind the raft along the raised sticks and was silent.

With the sound of raindrops crashing against the hull of the wooden boat. The middle-aged man also put away his black umbrella and entered the cabin of the fishing boat.

In the cabin, the owner of the ship is sitting on a small wooden chair and wiping his shiny leather boots. Opposite him sat a young man dressed in broken brown. The young man stared at the middle-aged man as soon as he entered the cabin.

The middle-aged man looked at the apprentice and couldn't help frowning again. The owner of the ship raised his eyes slightly to look at the two of them, and the wrinkles became abrupt.

"Penny, politeness. He shouted lazily at the young man. He tilted his head slightly and said to the middle-aged man: "My apprentice, I'm just nervous." ”

The middle-aged man's frowning brow immediately relaxed, and his Adam's apple moved first and then said, "It's okay, where's the thing?" His voice was hoarse and dry. Like a long-abandoned dry well in the desert, abrupt and vicissitudes.

"Two files, one coffin, and some jade artifacts that can't be seen," the owner of the ship drooped his eyelids and looked at the middle-aged man lightly, but his hands did not stop rubbing his soft leather boots.

"Coffin?" the middle-aged man frowned again, surprised.

"Yes," said the owner of the ship, after a pause, "I put the file together, and I rushed over as soon as I got the news." I didn't expect a team of people to arrive before me. ”

"Robbed?" the middle-aged man's frown deepened

The owner of the ship was silent for a moment before replying, "That's why I called you to come to this dock." ”

Glancing at the ship's owner, he glanced at the ship's owner's apprentice, and said, "Check the goods." ”

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the owner of the boat immediately got up and walked towards the storage room.

"Penny, take a hand. The owner of the boat did not forget to shout.

When the apprentice heard this, he looked at the middle-aged man hesitantly, turned around and followed the owner into the house. The man frowned again, his right hand crept to his waist, his eyes staring at the dark storage door.

"You take this and this. From time to time the cries of the ship's owner could be heard in the cabin. "It's so heavy!" Of course, there were some complaints, but the middle-aged man did not soothe his brows because of this, but deepened it.

The storage room was silent for a long time, and the middle-aged man lifted the big sleeves of his black robe and put his hand on the hilt of the sword hanging from his waist.