Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

The hands of the clock on the wall stopped at 11:30 p.m.

A young man with a fresh blood, some things are fine if he doesn't think about it. Once the branch rises, it will explode with a bang like an uncontrollable volcano.

Bai Xiqiong reeked of alcohol and her eyes were blurred.

She was too active, but it was me, my mind went blank and I was completely confused.

Baiyanqiong, she is like an old driver teaching novices how to get on the road, just when she is about to fall...

"Cough cough."

"Little eyelashes, you..."

Suddenly, the old man's voice came from the door.

I fell off the sofa in a panic and got up immediately.

It was the old man Zhang Hui who came back suddenly.

Bai Xiqiong's hair was messy, she sat up from the sofa, looked at her grandma, and vomited again.

"How did you drink like this? The room smells of alcohol."

The old lady put the cloth bag on the shoe rack, walked over, and patted Baiyanqiong on the back with a distressed expression.

"Young man, you sent my granddaughter back?"

I said yes, she drank too much.

"Hey...you come and help me, help Xiaoyan to the back room."

I helped to help him onto the bed in the back room, and the old lady helped take off his shoes and covered the quilt. She waved to me, which meant that we should go out.

After simply cleaning the white eyelashes on the floor, the old lady took a glass of water from the water dispenser, handed it to me and said, "Young man, my granddaughter has been kissed by grandpa since she was a child, and the old man left suddenly. It will be fine in a year and a half."

I nodded.

Seeing that she was well dressed and carrying her bag, I asked, "It's so late, where have you been?"

"Oh, I went to the Bodhisattva Temple on Nanshan. I had to burn my head incense before the year before. I didn't plan to come back tonight, but I suddenly remembered that I forgot something, so I came back to get it. I have to leave soon. I'm not here. Live at home."

The old lady looked at me kindly when she spoke, and she always had a smile on her face.

"You are Boss Bai's grandma, do you mind if I'm called Grandma?"

She nodded with a smile and said of course.

"Then...Grandma, I want to inquire about someone, I don't know if it's convenient for you."

"Who are you asking?" The old lady picked up the glass and prepared to drink water.

"Wang Xiaoqin." I said suddenly.

I read carefully.

Just when I finished speaking, her finger holding the water glass trembled slightly, and then returned to normal in an instant.

The old lady took a sip of water, looked at me and said, "Young man, which Wang Xiaoqin are you talking about?"

"Northwest National Cotton No. [-] Factory, Wang Xiaoqin, a member of the science popularization committee in the factory."

The old lady frowned and thought for a long time before she said:

"It seems to be a bit of an impression. It's been too long. Wang Xiaoqin in that factory has been dead for decades. How do you know this person?"

The old lady's face was as calm as water when she spoke, and there was no trace of panic.

Thinking of the reminder before turning my head, my heart skipped a beat.

Think about it, if a normal person was suddenly asked about a person he hadn't seen for decades, would he think of it so quickly?Of course, I can't rule out that the elderly have a good memory.

Most of the people who saw the Iron Buddha back then were dead. Except for Lord Xing, if anyone else knew the whereabouts of the Iron Buddha, the old lady Zhang Huilan in front of him might be the only one.

"Grandma, what impression do you have of this Wang Xiaoqin?" I asked.

The old lady looked at the watch on the wall and shook her head after thinking for a long time: "I only know that she was hanged to death back then, and she was not buried in the factory. I heard that the body was taken away by the family in a bullock cart. As for what she looks like... I can't remember."

"It's getting late, and I have to go back to the mountain, or I won't be able to burn the incense. Young man, I think you are a good person. I don't worry if I leave my granddaughter to you. You can take care of it."

After the old lady finished speaking, she picked up the small cloth pocket and went out.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming downstairs, I frowned.

I quickly ran back to the back room, seeing that Bai Xiqiong was still sleeping soundly under the quilt, I gently closed the door.

There is probably nothing in this room, so I followed my feet downstairs.

At night, there were no people in the old community, and there was no doorpost. The whole community was in darkness, except for a street light at the exit of the community.

I saw the old lady parked under the street light, she waited for a few minutes, then hailed a taxi and got in the car.

After a while, another taxi came head-on, and I hurriedly waved to stop the taxi.

"It's you? I thought you went to work elsewhere."

Coincidentally, the taxi I stopped was the one that sent me here before.

The driver smiled and said, "I've run here, I just took a side job, brother, where are you going?"

I said that a taxi passed by a few minutes ago, the tail number was 27, see if I can catch up, if you can’t find it, you can send me to the Bodhisattva Temple on Nanshan.

"Where?"

"Bodhisattva Temple?"

The driver thought for a while, and then asked uncertainly, "Brother, what you are talking about... is Danan Mountain? The Weituo Bodhisattva Temple on the mountain?"

"Are there any other Bodhisattva temples?"

The driver shook his head, "That's not true, there is only one, but what are you doing there so late? No one has gone to that temple for many years, and none of us locals go there."

I asked suspiciously: "No way...I heard a firecracker battle on the mountain some time ago."

"Really," the driver said, "I grew up in Xianyang, how could I not know? The temple was broken long ago. I went there once when I was a soldier. An old monk lived on the mountain to visit the temple and listen to people. It is said that the street gives people 40 yuan a month, and today’s young people, who still go there to burn incense.”

"Are you really going? The road is not easy, and it's quite a long way."

I said go now, let's go.

The driver nodded without saying anything, and started the car.

The taxi the old lady was in was missed. I chatted with him on the way and found out that the driver’s name was Hu Liqun. He used to be a soldier for seven years. Went to Beijing|Beijing as a security captain.

This buddy also has a story. There is something I don't know, but he told me.

In 97, he worked as the captain of the security at xx Bank in Beijing. At that time, the bank's security was well paid, but after something happened, he quit.

He said that he encountered a bank robbery when he was working in 97. I forgot whether he was talking about Anzhenli or Sun Palace. Anyway, the robbers shot and killed two people, a security guard under him and a security guard. The supervisor was directly shot in the head.

I was curious, and I said why I hadn't heard of it. Isn't such a big event reported in newspapers and on TV?

The buddy said with a smile: "There is nothing wrong with this. Some people are afraid that the impact will be bad, so they won't let them report."

After thinking about it, I agree with his statement.

Or you can see, the Binta underground palace was stolen, and those cultural relics were resold three times to Zhejiang. Wei Xiaogang sold it for 400 million yuan, and the final price was more than 2900 million yuan. That was the price in a few years. Everyone reported on this incident, but the mastermind of the crime only identified Wei Xiaogang, and nothing else was mentioned.

If it weren't for the people who watched the excitement in the square with their own eyes.

Who would have known that several tomb robbers died in the robbery cave.

I didn't even know that there was a water pump Tingting.