diving cat

Amao lives in the outskirts of the city, and as far as the eye can see, there are old houses waiting to be demolished. After turning a few streets, there is a dilapidated vegetable market on the side of the road. People come and go, noisy and lively, blocking the originally unobstructed path It's a mess.Wei Jingou couldn't go around, so he had to back out the car, park it on the side of the road, and use the walkie-talkie to notify Liu Lan: "Park the car and walk in. He lives behind the vegetable market."

In the vegetable market, there are many stalls that kill chickens and fish, but no one manages them. The stall owners pour waste water out, and the dirty water flows on the stone pavement, which is very smelly.Wei Jingou didn't care, and strode ahead to lead the way; Han Bei walked slowly, worried that the dirty water would splash all over his trousers, and he didn't touch Yangchun water with his hands. When he was a child, he occasionally accompanied his sister to the big supermarket to buy vegetables, and he never went to the vegetable market. Feeling dirty and messy, he took out a snow-white handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, not realizing that his posture was reserved and annoying.

Wei Jingou had no choice but to slow down, "Master Han, Ah Mao doesn't speak Chinese fluently, so don't speak too fast, especially not loudly, otherwise he won't understand and will think you are arguing with him..."

"Okay, I know."

"He has no women, and the room is dirty. Don't show too much disgust and make him feel disgusted."

Han Bei put away the handkerchief, and resentfully said, "Oh, I see."

Pass through the vegetable market, go eastward for about one kilometer, there are far fewer pedestrians, climb up a section of bluestone steps, pass a large piece of crumbling wooden buildings, and stop behind a red brick building, Wei Jingou turns his head slightly, Tapping the ground with his toes, Liu Lan understood, and stayed with Liu Zhen.

Zhou Wangyan and Qiu Zhengxia followed, Wei Jingou turned around the base of the wall to the front of the building, gestured for them to wait at the door, and then led Han Bei across the threshold of the courtyard.

There are more than a dozen families living in this red brick building. The yard is full of clothes to dry, and the old furniture piled up in the corner is messy. The old lady is playing cards, and she is not curious to see strangers. It can be seen that the residents here are not long-term residents, and the neighbors are not familiar with each other.

Walking to the second floor, Wei Jingou knocked on a wooden door at the far end on the east side. The wooden door leaked everywhere, and a loose leaf fell off.

No one in the room answered.

Wei Jingou tapped again: "Amao!"

"What's going on?" Han Bei put his hands in his pockets, flustered and calm.

"Amao! Are you there? Open the door!" Wei Jingou replaced it with a knock on the door.

"This is the 21st century. If you don't call first before you come to visit, you have to release a carrier pigeon." Master Han Beixing asked, "I can't find this person. I can sign up for a seven-day tour in Guangxi. .”

Wei Jingou ignored his cynicism and took a few steps back, "Kick the door open, let's go in and have a look."

Han Bei was about to nod his head in acquiesce, when the wooden door opened from inside with a strange "squeak" sound, and the glaring summer sun suddenly shone into the dark room, exposing a monster with neither human nor ghost in the sunlight.

Han Bei was terrified, and jumped to the side to hide, reflexively wanting to touch the dagger on his calf; Wei Jingou was also quite frightened, but reacted quickly, immediately pressed Han Bei's shoulder, and asked in an inconceivable whisper: "Amao ?”

The Yunnan native named Amao was skinny and shriveled, his eyes were dull, and he was extremely weak. The most frightening thing was that his skin was covered with palm-sized red spots, which looked like birthmarks from a distance, but when you looked carefully, you found that they were densely packed with small fleshy granules. A patch of erythema, some flesh granules festered and pus, hair and eyebrows were left little, no different from a ghost.

Wei Jingou stammered and asked: "Amao, you, what are you doing, what's the matter?"

Ah Mao led the two of them to sit in the room. There was no window in the room, it was dark and cloudy, and it was haunted by a disgusting sour smell. It was a million times more unbearable than the vegetable market. There is a terrible virus floating around.

Han Bei didn't dare to sit down, and he didn't dare to move any furniture in the room. He couldn't resist taking out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose.It is said that people are not as good as heaven, and he and Wei Jingou's well-designed coaxing words were useless, and Ah Mao burst into tears in obscure Chinese: "...I blame that silk painting..."

Amao said that he did the job alone, and when he dug the burial pit, no matter how many treasures there were, there was only so much he could take away, so he often sealed the robbery hole and came back to pick it up next time.And he found that tomb for two or three years, and he has been unable to start. The tomb seems to be wrapped in copper walls and iron walls, and he has been repeatedly blocked when he used a Luoyang shovel. Afraid that too much movement will attract attention.He touched that place again last month and easily dug out a robbery hole seven or eight meters deep. As before, he encountered a brick wall and dug through one layer after another. I don’t know how many layers there were. It took him two After one day and one night, a [-]-centimeter hole was finally drilled, and I couldn't get in even if I tried my best.Exhausted, he had no choice but to give up first. He leaned into the self-made reflector and lit up the flashlight to shine in. He saw that the tomb was only ten meters square, and the walls were sealed. a black box.

Amao was very disappointed, so he hooked out the box and sealed the hole, planning to dig a bigger hole next time.

The box was a lacquer box, which rattled when shaken, but there was no lock and no seam, so I didn't know how to open it.Ah Mao smashed open the lacquer box with the handle of a knife, and unexpectedly, fine and silvery white sand leaked out, and there was another lacquer box inside!The difference is that this lacquer box is vermilion, cylindrical, and well preserved, with patterns all over it, so he didn't bother to look at it carefully and continued to warp.

Finally, I got the silk painting.

"I don't know if the tomb is poisonous or the sand is poisonous... After I came back, my body was a little itchy... I usually climbed mountains and was often bitten by insects. I didn't care too much..." Amao's black and white eyes met Wei Jingou, "Boss Wei, do you feel itchy?"

Wei Jingou was terrified, and felt that he was starting to itch, "No, no..."

"It seems that the rag is not poisonous..." Amao said intermittently: "After I sold the painting to you, my hands began to peel off, and then my face also peeled off, and then my whole body fell off. I didn't go to the tomb. Think about it, see a doctor, come back with a bunch of medicines, eat what you should eat, and apply what you should, but there is no effect... I woke up three days ago, and my skin started to have red spots..."

"I'm short of money, Boss Wei, I need money for medical treatment!" Amao tremblingly searched out some antiques from a corner, "Take a look, if you like it, you can make a price..."

Han Bei paid a much lower price than expected to bribe Amao to draw a map of the ancient tomb.

Unexpectedly, the expected ambush and kidnapping went nowhere, but neither of them were happy at all!Walking out of the small black room, Han Bei and Wei Jingou took a big gulp of fresh air at the same time, ran downstairs as if fleeing, staring at each other, he asked Wei Jingou: "Are you going?" If the other party reined in, At least one prison sentence can be avoided.

Holding the piece of paper with the map drawn on it, Wei Jingou said in a muffled voice, "Go back and ask Xiang Jiuru, maybe it's not that scary."

"Give me the map first." Han Bei was afraid that he would find another gang with the map.

Wei Jingou obviously hadn't slowed down and was still on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He had no objection and obediently handed over the paper.

Han Bei didn't dare to touch the things that Ah Mao touched. He shook his handkerchief and flattened it in his palm, "Here, let's put it in."

Wrapping several layers of maps in a handkerchief, the two walked out of the red brick building, and met Qiu Zhengxia and Zhou Wangyan head-on.Qiu Zhengxia was like a father waiting for a newborn outside the delivery room. When he saw Han Bei coming out, he excitedly surrounded him, rubbed his hands and asked, "How is it?"

"I got the map." Han Bei's face turned cloudy.

Qiu Zhengxia straightened his face, "Then why are you unhappy?"

"Ah!" Wei Jingou sighed, and said, "Go back and explain in detail!"

Going back to the back door, calling Liu Lan and Liu Zhen, Han Bei gave a general description of Ah Mao's miserable situation, and the group walked back with a lot of worries.Liu Zhendao: "There are quite a few places where the Miao people gather in Guangxi. I heard that the Miao people use poison very wickedly..."

Zhou Wangyan shook his head: "That area is where the black-clothed Zhuang gather, and it has nothing to do with the Miao people."

Liu Zhen: "Anyway, we don't understand the language. If we pass by someone's territory, it would be bad if we break the taboo. Do you want to hire a translator?"

Wei Jingou: "Daoist Qiu, it is said that you can speak dozens of dialects, do you know adverbials?"

Qiu Zhengxia was confident: "Then what's the problem? Don't worry!"

Han Bei didn't listen to what he said, his mind was full of meritorious deeds, and his body and mind were excited: the task was completed!Mission accomplished!When will the captain come to pick me up?No!The captain doesn't know that I got the map, so he must not dare to act rashly!How do I notify him?

"Beibei, what are you laughing at?" Qiu Zhengxia put his arms around his shoulders, staring at his face.

"Where am I smiling?" Han Bei put on a straight face: Golden cat!calm!Victory is at hand!Be calm!Can't expose yourself!

Back at the vegetable market, when I came here I was only on my way, and now I was a little restless, so I took a second look. There was a stall selling wontons, and the business was good.Qiu Zhengxia drooled: "Beibei, do you want to eat?"

The disgusting erythema has not been erased from his mind, and Han Bei has no appetite: "I don't want to eat anything."

Qiu Zhengxia asked Liu Lan: "Do you want to eat?"

Liu Lan wanted to eat it, but he was embarrassed to say so, and foolishly rambled: "What is that?"

"Don't understand? The special snack is called wonton."

"It looks like wontons?"

"The taste is different."

"You have eaten?"

"I haven't eaten." Qiu Zhengxia looked eagerly at Han Bei, and Han Bei deliberately looked at the sky.

"How do you know there's a difference without you?" The two idiots talked for a long time, but no one allowed them to eat. Liu Lan asked Wei Jingou: "Uncle, have you eaten?"

Wei Jingou didn't care to talk nonsense: "If you want to eat, go and eat, I'll give you 10 minutes!"

Liu Lan and Qiu Zhengxia rushed to occupy a table, Liu Zhen and Zhou Wangyan waited in vain, so they sat down to eat together, Wei Jingou and Han Bei didn't eat, and sat beside each other thinking about their own problems.

Qiu Zhengxia gulped down a bowl, but didn't eat enough, ordered another bowl, scooped one up with a spoon and handed it to Han Bei's mouth, "Taste one, it's delicious!"

Han Bei tasted it, but didn't think it was delicious. He joked, "I eat cat food with relish. I haven't seen you say something bad."

"Then you can support me, don't be picky about food, and make a living."

"Too much food, no matter how rich you are, you will be poor." Han Bei smiled and pushed away the spoon he handed over, "I don't have an appetite, you can eat by yourself."

"Mom, look!" A two- or three-year-old fat boy at the table next to him suddenly said loudly, "It's a lama again!"

Many people at the wonton stall turned their heads and looked in the direction of the little fat boy's fingers, focusing on Liu Zhen's bald head.Liu Zhen was neither angry nor annoyed: "Little friend, I'm not a lama."

"Shh! You're so rude!" Fat Boy's mother patted her son's paws and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Liu Zhen smiled kindly: "It's okay."

Baise is thousands of miles away from the Tibetan area. When you see a bald head, shouldn't you think of monks first?Qiu Zhengxia dragged the plastic stool and moved to the little fat boy: "Little friend, have you seen a lama?"

"I've seen it!"

"When?"

"Hmm..." The little fat boy scratched his head, his words were limited, and he looked at his mother for help.

"I don't know where the two little lamas came from, and they lived in the ruined temple in the back alley for two days." Fat Boy's mother pointed to their way back, and replied in place of her son, "My son has never seen Suo before." ..."

Qiu Zhengxia gasped, with a dignified expression, and asked: "What kind of lama?"

"Twins, teenagers, young..."

Wei Jingou didn't finish listening, and his expression changed suddenly: "Oops! We've been tricked!"