The aura continued to spin, and the dementor could see that the air above the waterhole had been stirred up, as if a whirlpool had formed. After a long time, the spinning slowly stopped, and as a result, there was no abnormality as last night, and finally they stood up in despair, and left the waterhole in turn and disappeared into the darkness.

Could it be that for the past 20 years, these people have been staying by the edge of the pool night and night, waiting for a certain moment to come? Mo Man really admires their endurance, and he will never be able to do it. Spending decades of time to blindly defend is not perseverance but simply pedantic, and you won't do it if you kill yourself.

Mo Yan stayed on the top of the mountain for a while, and then quietly went down to the edge of the pool, came to the wooden platforms to take a look, and found nothing unusual. The wooden platform in the middle is almost seven or eight zhang away from the shore, and he can't leap over it anyway, and the light skill of this fat head is really incredible.

Today, it is said that there are a total of eight red-clothed heads to carry materials from the cargo ship to the mountain, plus four of the east, west, north and south wooden platforms, which is enough for the number of twelve heads, so who is the fat head on the wooden platform in the middle? It looks like their leader, and this person is definitely a key person.

Although Mo Yan was curious about the strange behavior of the red-clothed leaders who had persisted for twenty years, he was unwilling to come to the pool to accompany him every night, so he decided to take action immediately.

He first sneaked down the hill and returned to the firewood house, and told the little mountain ghost not to sleep tonight, that he would go to the stone wall to steal the crown of Ayutthaya, so that he could prepare it for reception, and at the same time pack his bags and may go to sea overnight.

"Remember, if I don't come back after dawn, don't go up the hill to look for it, just wait here. Mo Yan told him.

The little mountain ghost nodded.

Around midnight, it is estimated that the red-clothed heads are asleep at this moment, and it is time to act. Mo Yan thought about it and changed into that official uniform, in case something happened, he could use his identity as a Qing official to deceive him for a while, he took the earthy yellow pearl found in the clams, and then quietly touched the mountain.

The red-clothed masked head was still squatting in the old place for the night, opening his mouth and yawning as if he was already sleepy, Mo Yan quietly walked behind him, and this person still didn't notice.

Mo Yan looked around, and then pointed out his fingers like the wind on the sleeping hole of the red-clothed head, and the man fainted without a sound. He hurriedly put on his red robe and mask, and walked around the rainforest to the stone wall.

He learned the voice of the red-clothed head, knocked on the stone wall and said "Ayutthaya", repeated it three times, and then the ban was opened, so he hurriedly walked in. This is a stone cave, and the long corridor is pitch black, and Mo Yan opens his dementor eye and creeps forward. After walking a short distance, I saw a light in front of me, and when I got closer, it turned out to be a large cave with a few oil lamps lit on the stone wall, emitting a faint orange light.

Twelve wooden beds were placed along the stone wall, and the red-clothed heads slept in their clothes, only two of which were empty, and he had just stunned one, and there might be a sentry outside who was on duty at night.

In the center of the cave stood a stalagmite the thickness of a human waist, the top of which spread out like a huge mushroom, about two zhang high from the ground, and the fat head sat cross-legged on it, his eyes closed and his breath were even, and he seemed to be asleep.

Someone on the bed under the stone wall turned over and dreamed of talking nonsense, Mo Yan searched everywhere for the crown, except for some pots and pans and other daily necessities, as well as newly transported grain, oil and other materials, there was nothing else superfluous on the ground.

"Dangchang", Mo Yan didn't notice that he knocked over a rice bowl under his feet.

Someone on the bed sat up at the sound of the noise, muttering a few words of Burmese.

Mo Yan hurriedly lay down on an empty bed beside him, and muttered a few words in his mouth.

The man thought it was his companion who got up all night and didn't say anything, so he lay down and slept again.

Mo Yan waited for a while, and when he saw that there was no movement, he quietly got up and continued to search. Strange, where did that crown go? Most likely on top of that giant stone mushroom, with Fathead. Looking at the height of nearly two feet, it was no problem to jump up by myself, but it would be difficult if I didn't make a little noise.

But at this point, there is nothing to think about but to fight with all your might. Mo Yan came to the stalagmite to calculate the position, then jumped his legs, his body flew up silently, and his hands were on the edge of the stone mushroom, but fortunately there was no sound.

With a strong force, he gently flipped up, and as far as his eyes could see, there was a red square wooden box behind the fat head, and the crown must be hidden inside.

Mo Yan suppressed the excitement in his heart, tiptoed behind the fat head, and heard that he was indeed asleep, so he gently opened the lid of the box, and the crown of Ayutthaya was indeed lying quietly inside, and the earthy yellow beads exuded a ghostly aura.

When Mo Yan jumped down from the stalagmite holding the red wooden box containing the crown in his hand, the sound of landing was a little louder, but the sleeping red-clothed heads still didn't notice.

I didn't expect it to be so smooth to steal the crown, the luck was really good, and Mo Yan walked out with a happy heart.

"Do you want to leave after stealing someone's things?" said someone behind him coldly, speaking fluent Chinese.

Mo Yan was shocked and looked back urgently, and a figure protruding from the stone wall behind him was like a relief, and the fat figure and bare head were none other than the fat head.

Hey, this person's body method is so fast, Mo Yan thought in his heart and involuntarily glanced up, and found that the fat head Tuo was still sitting on the top of the stone mushroom

And the fat head protruding from the stone wall is staring at him with blazing eyes, how can there be two fat heads at the same time?

The fat head on the wall opened his mouth and said, "You are probably the third-grade executive from the Great Qing Kingdom, right?"

"How do you know? What is it?" Mo Yan knew that there was no way to hide it, so the surname Suo took off his mask and removed the red robe, revealing the Qing official uniform inside.

At this moment, the red-clothed heads who were asleep on the bed all woke up and gathered behind Mo Yan, and it seemed that they couldn't escape.

"You're the only one on the island lately, so why did you steal the crown of Ayutthaya?" said Fattou.

Mo Yan thought that it was already like this anyway, so it was better to simply forget nonsense: "This official is in accordance with the imperial decree of Emperor Qianlong of the current Qing Dynasty, and specially came to investigate the whereabouts of Ayutthaya's crown in the name of buying pearls. ”

"Why is the Emperor of the Great Qing Kingdom so interested in the crown?"

"I don't know the specific official, but I have heard rumors in the court. ”

"Tell the truth about what you have heard. "Fathead seems interested.

"It is said that the bead on the crown of Ayutthaya is a spiritual object that can open the door to the spiritual world, but of course the official does not believe in these nonsense. ”

"Well, you killed a red-clothed head?"

"No, the emperor specially warned the official not to kill people at will, so he just lit his sleeping hole. ”

"What's your name and what is your official position?"

"This official Mo Er serves under the first-class Loyal Xianggong Foreman, the Minister of Military Aircraft and Lord Shen. Fat Toutuo, you can't always ask the official, the official has to ask you, who are you?"

"Hehe," the fat head on the stone wall sneered, "Mo Er, as a third-grade civil official, you should have read Chen Chen's book "The Legend of the Water Margin", right?"

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