Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

This burglary hole seems to have been prepared for us in advance, leading directly to the underground palace at the base of the tower, and even the brick wall of the tomb was smashed open.

There is no technical content in taking things out. For a few hours, Yang Bin directed the water pump and the others to take them clean.

After going up, things are placed in the house.

Before dawn, at around five or six o'clock in the morning, Yang Kun's hands were trembling, and he kept smoking one cigarette after another.

"Have you cleaned it?"

"Don't worry, boss, I read it several times, and there is nothing left."

"Boss..." Water Pump suddenly grinned, pointed to the pile of sacks on the ground and said, "I think these things should be worth a lot of money, ten or so Buddha statues, Boss, should you give us some money?"

"Nonsense! What do you know!"

"Those Buddha statues in the wall hole are not big, they are only gilded and not pure gold! Also, the stone box is not worth much, and no one wants the stone carvings, so they can be sold for thousands of dollars. Only the white crystal pagoda And Xiaojin's coffin is worth some money, maybe I will lose money this trip!"

"However, if you follow me, I will not treat you badly. How about it, I will add 5000 yuan to you alone, and I will give you [-] yuan!"

Yang Kun gritted his teeth and said, "Even if it doesn't sell so much, I will admit it!"

Hearing that they had added 5000 yuan, Tingting immediately gave the water pump a supercilious look.

She said: "Fifty-five thousand, so much money, I haven't been able to earn it for several years. Brother Yang means enough to us. Brother Pump, don't be greedy."

Yang Kun nodded in satisfaction.

"By the way," he looked at me again and said, "You're new here. According to the rules, you don't have any money, but you also contributed. I'll share the money with you when the things are sold in two days."

He compared me with one, which meant that he would give me 1 yuan.

I smiled on the surface and greeted his mother in my heart.

1 yuan?That's not enough for me to wash my feet and send the beggar away. This is it.

I smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Yang."

He smiled and said: "It should be, you won't suffer if you hang out with me, Brother Yang. Eat whatever you want at noon, eat and drink well, and the brothers will finish up and backfill the robbery hole."

"Brother Yang, you guys talk first, come back right away, I'll go to the toilet."

"Go ahead," he smiled and waved his hand.

After entering the toilet, I locked the door and waited for a few minutes. When I heard no movement outside the door, I dialed my cell phone.

"Hey."

I tried to lower my voice as much as possible: "Let me ask you, what exactly do you want to do, do you know how many goods were shipped last night!"

On the phone, Nakata Sanjiu said in a flat tone: "Go ahead."

"The Ashoka Pagoda, the golden coffin, the white crystal stupa...all in Yang Kun's hands, I don't know what you want to do, do you want to kill people and steal money?"

"Ha ha...."

Tian Sanjiu smiled on the phone, and said: "It seems that Wang Xiansheng didn't pass on his brain to you, murdering and stealing? Do you think I will use such a low-level trick?"

I asked back: "If you don't kill people and sell goods, how did you get the cultural relics of the underground palace in Binta? I estimated that the price of the three items alone will be in the seven figures. It is impossible for you not to understand."

"Who told me to get something under the tower?"

I held my phone in shock for a few seconds and didn't react.

"What did you say?"

"You don't want things from the Binta Underground Palace??"

I suspect I misheard at one point.

"I don't have a good memory, what date is it today?"

"NO.16, the sixteenth day of the first month, what?"

"Hey....."

He sighed: "After twelve o'clock tomorrow night, it will be the eighteenth day of the first lunar month. It is an auspicious day. According to the customs in northern Shaanxi, it is suitable for weddings and funerals, demolition, relocation, grain harvesting, and haircuts. According to Feng Shui, everything is going well and there are no taboos."

"As for you asking me why, you will know soon..."

There was a blind tone on the phone, and Tian Sanjiu hung up.

"The day after tomorrow... the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, an auspicious day for the zodiac? What do you mean, people with the surname Tian don't want the cultural relics in the underground palace?"

I guessed all kinds of possibilities in my heart, but I couldn't think of a reasonable explanation.

After getting out of the toilet and returning to the first floor, several people were still chatting about how to spend the upcoming 5 yuan. Tingting said that she wanted to do manicures, toenails, and to buy two more boxes of imported high-end products. Facial mask.

The water pump said he wanted to buy a motorcycle, but Ma Aiping refused to buy it, and wanted to save it to buy a house for his son later.

Wei Xiaogang and Huang Mao had strange expressions on their faces. They didn't know what they were thinking, and felt that they were not interested in this topic.

Filling the soil is the aftermath of the tomb robbers. Backfilling is very important in order not to be discovered afterwards. Yang Kun knew this very well. Instead of relaxing, he kept urging us to work and backfill the robbery hole.

There was nothing to do on the night of the 16th, and the backfilling work went smoothly. There was a big iron box with a lock on Yang Kun’s Jinbei car. Inside, and then moved the box to his own room.

On the afternoon of the 17th, one-third of the backfill work had been done. I passed the toilet once and heard Yang Kun laughing on the phone in the toilet. It seemed that through his brother's relationship, he was already looking for a buyer to take over.

After dinner, the pump was in a good mood, and he invited me to go upstairs to play cards for a while. The pump said that filling the soil was fast, and it would be finished in a day or two. Let's continue after playing for a while.

The ones who played fried golden flowers included me, Shui Pump, Huang Mao, Wei Xiaogang, and Ma Aiping. I was always absent-minded in the game, and many times I regarded different suits as golden flowers.

Everything is calm now, but after one or two hours it will be NO.18, and I always feel that something bad is about to happen.

In order to backfill and sell things earlier, Yang Kun planned to finish it tonight. Because time was tight, he went down to the pit to help, including Tingting who asked him to come down to help carry the bucket.

After working for more than an hour, at about 11:[-], Wei Xiaogang suddenly held his stomach and said, "Oh, oh...boss, I can't do it anymore, my stomach hurts badly..."

Yang Kun was sweating profusely while carrying the leather bucket. He wiped the sweat off his brow, frowned and said, "Why do you look so ugly, did you eat your stomach?"

"No... I don't know, it just hurts badly, maybe the chicken legs I ate at night are not fresh... No, no, I can't walk."

"Forget it, don't do it, go up to rest and drink some hot water."

At this time, Huang Mao volunteered and said: "Can you still walk? Brother Wei, I will help you up, don't climb the ladder and don't fall."

Huang Mao put Wei Xiaogang on his arm and waved to me, "You also come to help, first send Brother Wei to have a look, and if it doesn't work, go to the hospital to have a look, don't be acute appendicitis."

I saw that Wei Xiaogang's face was as pale as paper, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, it didn't look like he was faking it.

Huang Mao and I supported Wei Xiaogang to go up first, Tingting, Water Pump, Yang Kun, Ma Aiping and the others continued to work underground.

After coming up, Huang Mao said: "Okay, you'll be fine when you come up, I'll help Brother Wei go back to the room to rest."

Watching the two slowly go upstairs, I was about to take a step when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Who! Already asleep!"

The person standing outside the door turned on a flashlight, and I saw a reflection in the window.

"it's me."

I opened the door carefully, and saw that Tian Sanjiu was wearing a neat suit and a baseball cap, and the leather shoes under his feet were polished spotlessly.

I dodged out quickly, closed the door and asked, "Why are you here at this time, what are you doing?"

Outside the door, Tian Sanjiu looked at his watch and said, "There are still 5 minutes until the eighteenth day of the first lunar month. I am also superstitious once. Choose a good day."

He took out a cigarette and asked me if I wanted it.

I shook my head and said I can't, I don't want to smoke.

Tian Sanjiu lit it himself, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the smoke from his nose.

He looked at the ancient pagoda in the darkness not far away for a few minutes without making a sound.

At twelve o'clock sharp, Tian Sanjiu suddenly smiled and said, "How about my hands?"

He held up his right palm in front of me, thumb and index finger together.

"Look at what your hand is doing? What's wrong with your hand?"

He smiled lightly, put his two fingers together, and snapped his fingers with a crisp sound.

"The auspicious time has come."

As soon as the voice fell, I heard a bang from the ground. The sound was not very loud, but I could hear it clearly. The ground even briefly shook for two or three seconds.

I haven't reacted yet.

Tian Sanjiu threw away the cigarette butt and stamped it out, turned around and left.