[Bottle Evil] The Old Mansion's Strange Story

Except when I was in Lu Palace at the very beginning, I had an inconspicuous impression of Fatty, and then I always thought he was a very intelligent person.The fat man has his own logical system, and can often get out of the troubles that ordinary people would fall into.

Our thinking just now can be said to have reached a deadlock. We couldn't establish a common sense connection between the two, but the fat man easily thought of another way of thinking.

When he said that, I suddenly realized.This may indeed be the case. If the result is that there is some kind of unreasonable connection between the two, then there is an unreasonable external force that forcibly created such a connection.It's just that we don't have any clues about what this third party is, so we didn't analyze it in time.

I said: "Talk about your thinking, how did you think there would be a completely irrelevant third party."

The fat man rubbed his hands, pointed to the large amount of food utensils buried with him, and said, "There are Xibei goods in there, and I think there is something wrong when I see it."

I was surprised, this was beyond my expectation. I just saw a large number of lacquerware, all of which were in the style of the Han Dynasty. I checked a lot and they were all genuine. How could there be fakes.

The fat man pointed to my eyes, and said: "I still need some time, I have to follow the fat man in the future, the fat man has sharp eyes."

I blocked his hand and said: "There is no proof for the words, but the evidence, where is the fake?"

The fat man said: "The peacock bronze bottle just now is a good imitation, but if you look closely, it's wrong. It's not from the Han Dynasty, it's not that old."

As soon as I heard it, I suddenly thought of a problem. The so-called counterfeit, of course, is that the indicator does not conform to its apparent age and craftsmanship.If we acquiesce that all the artifacts here should be from the Han Dynasty, then if the fat man says it is a fake, it means that it is not from the Han Dynasty.But in fact, counterfeit is also a relative concept. If the peacock bottle is not from the Han Dynasty, but from the Liao Dynasty, it can also be said to be genuine. After all, they are all ancient objects and are worth a lot of money. If they are sold as they are, no one will say they are fake.So I guessed that the fat man meant something else, and I said, "Not that old, when was that?"

The fat man touched the small square bottle in his hand, and said, "It's the same as this one, at most it will be in the Republic of China."

I took the small square bottle from his hand, and only then did I realize why the fat man didn't feel bad for using it as a stone. I dare say this is from the Republic of China.I took a closer look. The identification of bronze wares is generally based on casting, decoration and inscriptions. This thing is not big. The decorations on it are very small and there are no inscriptions. Our lighting equipment is not professional enough. To be honest, I didn’t see what it was. What age.I wanted to put it aside for the time being, but just as I was about to put it down, Poker Bottle suddenly took over.

Poker-Face looked at it with a flashlight for a while, then nodded to me, which was in recognition of Fatty's conclusion.

Poker Ping put down the small square bottle and turned to the tent. I thought he had found some clues there, so I also poked my head to look.

The silks that Poker Fase piled up on the turned bed, I thought to myself, maybe these are also fake, but this trip is the only thing that can be taken out of this bed.I even calculated the buyer in my head, and I was afraid that Poker's words would ruin my wishful thinking.

Seeing that he was flipping through the pages without speaking, and my heart was flustered, I stretched out my hand and waved Poker Ping in front of him to force his attention.The man finally looked up at me, and I asked, "What are you looking for?"

Poker-Face hadn't spoken yet, the eldest brother slapped me and said, "You two look straight at the bed, are you in love? Why don't you lie down and try? See if the bed is firm, so let's go Unpack it and take it out, send it to your home and put it together again, buddy, I have been working on furniture for several years, and the craftsmanship is definitely this."

I can't help laughing, thanks to him who can figure it out, wouldn't sleeping on this kind of bed be dreamed by the tomb owner every day.But as soon as the fourth brother stretched out his thumb, Poyoufeng stretched out his strangely long fingers, took out three silk robes, and handed them over to me.

I looked at it, and then, not understanding what he meant for a while, I said casually, "Try it on? I'm sure it'll look cool in it, so get ready." As I said that, I made a gesture to put it on.

Unfortunately, the fact is that Poker Finger is not interested in watching me try them on. He said with certainty, "Only these three are genuine." After speaking, he pointed to the rest, "Those are all fake."

The numbness of my scalp that I have always felt is even stronger now. The fat man found a fake in the tableware. I was not completely sure just now, but after hearing what Poyoufeng said, I am quite sure.The funerary objects in this tomb are not only wrong, but also mixed with a lot of fake goods, which is indeed a deception.

"What the hell is going on?" the fourth child shouted, probably hearing the word "fake" all the time, feeling like my dream was broken, and immediately asked: "It's all fake? What's going on?"

I picked up a silk robe that was identified as a fake by Poker Face, threw it at the fourth child, and said, "Take it away, count it as the red envelope that your 'sister-in-law' gave you for marrying your wife."

"Is this really a fake?" The fourth child held it in his hand and rubbed it repeatedly.

I grabbed a corner of the piece of silk in the hand of the fourth brother, and tore off a piece with a little strength, then reached out and took out the lighter from his pocket, and immediately lit it.After this small piece burned, the flame jumped a few times and turned into a pinch of ashes.It's really invisible, and the taste is not right.

I sighed and said, "It's true."

"Damn it." The fourth child said angrily, "Don't be an ass, I don't know the goods, you have to look carefully."

The fat man rubbed the pinch of ashes with his feet a few times, then raised his head and said, "I think this bed is real, Fat Master. We are naive enough to accept your kindness, let's take it apart."

I waved my hand to signal them to stop talking about these useless things.The current situation is obvious. What we have encountered are not only the tomb gates of the Liao Dynasty, the funerary objects of the Han Dynasty, but also some bronze wares fired during the Republic of China. Now we have run out of three ages.

It suddenly occurred to me that what Poker-finger said earlier about "the age is wrong", maybe what he meant at that time was that there were not only things from two ages, but also things from other ages mixed in.

The fat man rubbed his hands together, and said again: "Actually, since the mural painting, I felt like we were being tricked."

I recalled the murals just now and asked, "You mean half of the murals are new and half are old?"

The fat man nodded and said: "The old half is obviously made old by people. It was made into a mural in the Han Dynasty. I don't know when it was actually made. And I guess I originally wanted to make it all old, but it might be delayed due to some circumstances." So I only made half of it. If the tomb belonged to the mural painter, then it would be an unexplainable act for him to make the murals old, so I suspected that it was actually done by another group of people.

The fourth son said: "You mean, there is a group of people who not only painted Han Dynasty murals in Liao tombs, but also put funeral objects from Han tombs in Liao tombs, and even adulterated them? How fucking painful."

The fourth child is quite good at summarizing. This conclusion highly summarizes the situation we are facing now.

The fat man said: "This is another question of arrangement and combination. It may be that a group of people built a tomb door with Liao characters engraved outside the tomb passage of the Han tomb. It is also possible that this is neither a Han tomb nor a Liao tomb. , is a big pit, and this group of people deliberately mixed related elements of the two together."

I thought for a while and said, "We can exclude some of them. Since the murals are from the Han Dynasty, at least we can be sure that the structure of the Han tomb appeared later, and it shouldn't be the first to exist here."

The fourth child was pinching the false silk robe that I had burned a hole in, looking a little aggrieved.

I smiled, and said to the fourth child: "What do you think now, do you just use all the bright weapons for you when you fight right now?"

The fourth child said: "I've always had good luck, why did this happen to me?"

"Want to take revenge on the society?" the fat man said, "The injustice has its head, and the debt has its owner. If you find the right owner, you don't need to tell me, Fat Lord, I will take care of it for you."

Speaking of the Lord, we are still in the funerary object display hall and have not yet entered the main tomb.That's also a weird bit, and I know that's what Fatty means.The hall is roughly square in shape. Although it is large, its structure is clear at a glance.The artifacts are also stacked separately, but apart from the artifacts, we looked around and did not see the entrance to the main tomb.

The fourth child was suddenly relieved from his anger, his eyes lit up, and he said, "That's right, we haven't seen the coffin yet, there must be something good in there."

I thought I couldn't hold back now, and before I came down, I said I just wanted to visit the tomb, but now it's exposed, and I came here for the artifact.I walked to the place where the sleeping tent was attached to the wall, touched the wall, and knocked again, it was true.I said: "There is no coffin for you to see here, there are only so many things in such a big place, you can choose what you like, the fake ones are worth a few dollars, don't take the big ones, or you won't be able to eat it Walk."

This tomb can no longer be called a tomb, but more like a warehouse. I have to suspect that maybe our idea was wrong at the beginning.We have just analyzed a line of thought, but we cannot continue to find other clues along it.

The fourth child really went to ponder over those artifacts.I looked at Poker-Face, and then at Fatty. Poker-Face didn't seem to give up, and was still beating on the surrounding walls, while Fatty stared at me.

I felt that the fat man was uncharacteristically quiet, so I asked, "Do you want to pull or give birth, and you can't hold back."

"I'm going to deliver the baby." The fat man glanced at me, "If you want me to say, let's wait and see what happens now."

"Are you sure there will be changes? If not, when will you wait?"

"Look at him first." The fat man pointed at the fourth child, "Who does he look like?"

The fourth child heard it, turned to look at us, and said, "You really don't want to get some, come here."

The fat man snorted, and said: "You want a sharp weapon, fat man, I want to die."

As soon as the words came out, the fourth child was stunned on the spot, thinking that the torch in his hand had been smeared with some kind of poison, so he quickly wiped it on his clothes a few times, walked over and looked at the Poker bottle, probably thinking that the fat man was unreliable, or Ask "sister-in-law", then said: "What's going on? Brother Zhang, give me an accurate answer."

Poker-Face ignored him, and the fat man asked, "What are you going to do with the Ming weapon?"

The fourth child said: "Go back, my wife is waiting for me at home, I have been out for a long time. Don't pretend, okay, since the brothers came here together, at worst, I will help you carry it."

The fat man looked at the fourth child: "Then let's say, where can we go back with our weapons wrapped around us?"

The fourth child was puzzled by the question, and said: "Go back to the entrance that came down, and climb up..." The fourth child couldn't help showing a frightened expression on his face when he said this, shut up immediately, looked at me, and said I can't go down.

In fact, when the fat man said this, thinking about one more thing, I also started to sweat.

The fat man said again: "Think about it, our brothers have come all the way down here, and Tianzhen's physique has not met a dead body. It's easy to say, there is no one here. But don't you think we are a bit too smooth?"

It is indeed smooth, but I understand that this smoothness does not mean that there are no twists and turns, but that we seem to have been following certain tractions.Just imagine, if everyone encountered the situation we encountered, the first reaction would be like the fourth child, packing a little treasure and going home.

And if we are really like this, it will be as smooth as the group of tomb robbers back then.

That group of people all died at the entrance of Liao's tomb, with packed Ming artifacts placed in front of them.

A few years later, will another group of people find our bodies, have a dispute, and kill each other again?

I immediately had a feeling as if I had fallen into some kind of trap. That group of people died strangely, and we were repeating the same mistakes.Even the fourth child thought of this and stayed aside.There seemed to be something stirring in the silence.

I subconsciously looked at Poker Bottle, and the moment I met his eyes, all the lights around me went out instantly, and all the lampstands that were not disturbed by anyone lost their light.

The fourth child yelled, and the fat man cursed.In my sight, there was only an afterimage of Poker Bottle walking towards me, and next to my ears was his usual deep voice, which at this time exuded a warning sign of the imminent danger.

"Don't move, don't make a sound."

I collected myself, and sadly found that what I instinctively grasped was not Dabai dog's leg, but Pokerfinger's arm.