Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

Lao Mian noticed that I was staring at him at the door, and he asked doubtfully, "Boss, did I do anything wrong?"

"No...that's right."

I hurriedly restrained the expression on my face, walked into the room quickly, and ordered: "Everyone clean up gently, don't damage things."

I took something out of the big wooden box, and I said casually, "Old Mian, you spray water on it twice, if there is mud, I'll wipe it off."

"Good host."

Lao Mian held the watering can and sprayed clean water directly on the things in my hand.

Without blinking my eyes, I stared at the movements of his hands. When he pressed the watering can, I silently counted the numbers in my heart.

"Two, four, two..."

Lao Mian sprayed it three times in total, and then he asked if it was okay, my boss?

I said: "This thing is a bit muddy, let's give it a few times."

Lao Mian didn't think much, and sprayed it a few more times.

"Two, four, two...."

still the same.

At this moment, my face became very ugly, the hairs on my arms burst out, and a strong sense of danger lingered in my heart!

Lao Mian has a fixed number of times with the watering can, and he sprayed it twice for the first time!Will stop for a second!Then spray four times for the second time and stop for two seconds!Finally, spray twice and stop for a second.

Two years ago, the head told me something.

At that time, Baotou said casually: "In the early years, the members of the local archaeological team basically learned from a master. The watering cans they used to clean up cultural relics have developed a fixed habit, usually two, four, two."

Lao Mian suddenly asked in a concerned tone: "Master, are you too tired recently? I think your face is a bit ugly."

"Oh, I'm really a little tired, you guys are busy first, I'm going to take a rest."

I couldn't help but walk out, grabbing Xiaoxuan's hand.

"What's the matter, Yunfeng, what's the matter?" Xiaoxuan asked after she came out.

"You come with me now, don't go back to get your luggage, we have to run and get out of here."

Xiaoxuan asked suspiciously: "The goods haven't shipped yet, and we haven't received our share of the money yet."

"No more! Pay back the money? I'm asking for money, maybe our lives are gone!"

I have a strong feeling in my heart now!

Lao Mian is not an old tomb robber at all, he is probably an undercover agent sent in by the Bureau of Cultural Relics or the Hebei Archaeological Team!

I wondered before that such a big event spread in the Tao!Even little people like Hei Fatty have heard about it. There is no lack of well-informed people in the cultural relics bureau. How could they not take any action at all?Even here in the reservoir, even a basic archaeological exploration has not been done!

We may be taken as fish, maybe this is a fishing bureau!From the official fishing bureau!Just like that time in Heishui City!same!

After hearing what I said, Xiaoxuan's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly said: "Then we have to leave here quickly, go back to Xiangxi, and join the boss and the others!"

"Shh...speak softly, you know how to drive?"

"Yes, but I'm not proficient in driving. I haven't got a driver's license yet." Xiaoxuan said.

I handed her the car keys, and said solemnly: "Listen to me, you drive to the main intersection and wait for me now, if I haven't passed in an hour, you can drive away by yourself."

Xiaoxuan said anxiously: "No! Let's go together! What do you want to do?"

I took a deep breath and said, "I still want to confirm at the end, if Lao Mian is really a white-faced person, we will be finished even if we run away! Don't forget, he has seen both of us!"

Xiaoxuan's eyes showed fierceness, she gritted her teeth and said word by word: "I'd rather kill the wrong one than let him go, or I'll put him..."

"Don't think about it, no! You hurry up! Go to the intersection and wait for me!"

Under my urging, Xiaoxuan understood the seriousness of the matter, and she took the car keys and ran away quickly.

I prayed silently in my heart: "The patriarchs of the Northern School bless me, I, Xiang Yunfeng, will never fail here this time."

After quickly going through the various results in my mind, I took a deep breath to adjust my emotions, and walked to the door of the room.

In the room, the insects were still singing cheerfully, Ah Yuan and the old Baotai were joking with each other, and I called, "Old Mian, come out and ask you something."

Lao Mian put down the things in his hands, and came out with me to a corner.

He wiped his hands with a towel, and said with a smile: "Boss, we have received a lot of goods this time, and we can make a lot of money. Just now I cleaned a bronze gilt Boshan furnace from the Song Dynasty that imitated the Han Dynasty. This thing is ordinary people. If you can’t afford it, it must have been placed in the palace back then.”

After hearing this, I forced a smile on my face and asked: "Then if this Boshan furnace is graded, can it reach the lower class?"

Lao Mian shook his head slowly: "More than that, I think it can basically be classified as a first-class cultural relic."

My knees softened and I knelt down in front of Lao Mian.

This sudden scene made Lao Mian stunned, and he said in a panic: "Master, what are you doing! Get up!"

At this moment, my forehead was full of sweat, and I was extremely nervous.

I knelt down and grabbed Lao Mian's wrist: "Old.......Old man, I beg you to let me go!"

Old Mian said anxiously: "Boss, old man, I can't understand what you are talking about at all! What do you mean!"

"What do I mean, you must know it in your heart!"

I looked at him and said eagerly: "I don't want to tell you if I see through, but for the sake of calling you Lord, you let me live! Is that okay?"

After hearing what I said, Lao Mian suddenly fell silent, and at the same time, his face gradually became gloomy.

I felt uneasy and knelt on the ground waiting for him to make his final statement.

After a long time, Lao Mian opened his mouth and sighed.

"Young man, I thought I was hiding well enough. How did you see through my identity?"

"The habit of using the watering can, a detail," I truthfully told my inference.

His eyes were full of shock, and then he said: "Young man, among other things, your observation ability alone is different from ordinary people, and you are worthy of being a master of Silver Fox."

"You know me? Do you know my master?"

With his hands behind his back, Lao Mian raised his head and said with a nostalgic expression, "It's not just acquaintance, your master and I had a real friendship when we were on Smart Mountain."

I excitedly said: "Then you have to let me go!"

He shook his head: "I haven't finished my sentence yet. At the foot of Smart Mountain, there was a tomb of King Zhao of the Warring States Period. Many experts in the industry went there, and I went too. At that time, I met a girl named Xiaomei there. I love Xiaomei very much, and it was your master Wang Xiansheng who snatched Xiaomei away from me."

Hearing this, I was immediately ashamed.

I heard about this from Batou. He was only about 20 years old at the time, and he was still hanging out with Wang Pingzi. He told me that he met his first love at the foot of Congming Mountain. As for the name of the woman, I don’t know.

I didn't want to give up yet, so I hurriedly said: "Even if you have a feud with my master! But you and I have no festivities! I am willing to pay, as long as you can pick me and Xiaoxuan out this time, you can say an amount!"

He looked solemn and shook his head: "Young man, it's too late! I've submitted the list, and you and that girl are on the list. This time, hundreds of people are involved, and the last of these people can't escape. "

I slumped on the ground, feeling unspeakably bitter in my heart.

So what if I noticed it in advance?If you run away, the monk can't run away from the temple!It's still a step too late. If I run back to Xiangxi now, there is a high probability that I will implicate Brother Batouyu and the others.

Damn comparison, what a big handwriting.

To catch more than 100 people at a time, it's enough if you don't make a move, but if you make a gesture, they will kill them all!

I'm only in my early twenties this year. Is this the end of Xiang Yunfeng's career?

"No...no, I will never accept my fate easily!"

"i, no..."

Rabbit is anxious and bites!

If you really want to put me to death, then I will not be caught without a fight!At the very least, I'm going to pull some of his backs!

I wasn't begging for mercy or panicking, but got up and patted the dirt on my knees, and said with a blank expression: "Old Mian, if I'm not wrong, I guess the reason why you don't do it now is because you want to catch bigger fish." You guys don't just want to get rid of the daimyo and his gang."

The old man didn't say a word. Judging by his expression, I guess I've hit the nail on the head.

I said with a cold face again: "You sneaked in as an old tomb robber, you just wanted to collect some information about people in the industry, am I right?"

Old Mian nodded: "That's right, you guessed right, I have a relationship with your master, and you respected me before, which moved me very much, young man, don't worry, young man, as long as you take the initiative to cooperate with us this time, Try to make a major meritorious service afterwards, I think, you can stay here for four or five years at most before you can come out."

"You are still young, you will only be 30 years old when you come out, and you still have a lot of good prospects, you should think about it."

"Hmph...four or five years...? Do you want me to be a bait? To betray my colleagues?"

Lao Mian said with a blank expression, "We won't say it, it won't affect your reputation."

I said coldly: "I refuse, because I don't want to stay in there for a fucking day! No one in this world can judge me."

"I want to see your boss, I know who he is, the world is as black as a crow, and he is not clean!"

Old Mian remained expressionless, and he said curiously: "Oh, the young man is so confident, then tell me who my immediate boss is, and if you really guess right, then I can take you to meet him."

I took out a cigarette, lit it, flicked the lighter, and said in a cold voice, "The one who planned the whole thing was that old man in the wheelchair, the old pedant!"