Lin Wenqi and Wang Jingzhe talked about Xing Lao Liu's story, basically saying the other party's original words. Wang Jingzhe felt very strange after listening to it. He must have known more bizarre things than Lin Wenqi, but he had never encountered such a situation, so the preliminary judgment was similar to what he said just now. There might be some curse or gu in this tomb.

"I have been feeling recently. When I heard that something was wrong with this tomb and that tomb, my heart trembled, and the shadow of conditioned reflexes came," Wang Jingzhe said with a smile.

"Don't hurry to leave first, stay here for one more day. Listen to Xing Laoliu after inquiring, you can leave and help me with advice."

Wang Jingzhe said speechlessly: "You might as well just ask me to stay for help. I can stay for one more day. If you stay for the time being, you can't leave."

At the same time, after Xing Laoliu and his little brother left Lin Wenqi, they quickly searched for their own shipping network, and then found the buyer who had received the goods before. After contacting the other party, he immediately asked where the person was. It happened that the other party was staying at home before leaving in the capital.

In the middle of the night, Xing Laoliu drove to a community in Dongcheng and called the other party at the door guard. Passat was released. He looked for the building number and drove the car to the bottom of a building. He pushed open the car door and said, "I'll go up and chat with him for a while. You can wait for me in the car. I'll get out after the chat, and it won't take long."

"Yeah, okay, go sixth brother"

Xing Laoliu got out of the car, looked up at the stairs, and walked towards the door.

"Bang!" Xing Laoliu had just walked a few steps when he suddenly heard a loud noise behind him. The alarm from many cars in the community also sounded at this time. A piece of broken glass flew past Xing Laoliu's cheek and drew a blood groove. He turned his body stiffly and saw a corpse hitting the roof of Passat's car. The person's orifices were bleeding, and blood foam was sprayed out of his mouth. It was obvious that the man had completely died after falling down.

The windows on the 17th floor were still open, and the curtains were blown out by the wind.

Xing Laoliu hurried over and looked at the dead person. It was the buyer who collected a piece of goods from them. He swallowed and spitted. The companions in the car pushed the door in panic. Xing Laoliu said, "Don't, don't move, don't move, call the police, don't destroy the scene."

"Brother Six, let's not leave, there is something in the car?" asked with a little concern.

"What are you running away? We are on the scene. The consequences of not running away are hard to say, but it will be even more troublesome if you leave. Don't worry, I'm very clean. It's okay if the police come. They have to consider the murder case first, and they don't think about cross-examination."

Liuqiang Xing suppressed his fear and took out his cell phone tremblingly, and called Lin Wenqi: "It's out, something happened, this person is dead..."

More than twenty minutes later, the person from the crawler in the nearby jurisdiction blocked the scene and then began to go to the deceased's house. Since the man died in Xing Laoliu's car, he was also recorded with confessions and said that he knew each other and was in a friend's relationship. He was about to come over to chat with him, but he didn't expect that the man died.

"When did you call him?" asked the police officer at the police station.

"It's about two hours. There's a call record on my phone. I asked him what he was doing at home. I wanted to come and have a walk and talk to him about business. Unexpectedly, as soon as my car stopped downstairs, the person fell off."

"When you call him, did you hear any problems from his tone, such as depression, bad mood, etc." The police initially looked at it, the person was very likely to commit suicide, so they considered whether he jumped down by himself.

Xing Laoliu thought for a while, lowered his head and flickered his eyes and said, "Yes, I have called him before, but he really doesn't feel very good. It's the same tonight. His voice was very low when he called..."

Xing Laoliu said this a bit selfish. Although he was already 80% sure that the other party died because of the official kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty, which was considered suicide, what he said was to be clear about himself. Otherwise, if the police continue to investigate and find out that he is a tomb robber, then he may have problems.

Xing Laoliu pointed out to the police that the deceased might have committed suicide due to depression.

After recording the confession downstairs, Xing Laoliu went to the home of the deceased with the police and said he wanted to see what was going on at home. After the police opened the door, the situation in the house was clear at a glance. There was only the deceased and the room was very clean and tidy. There was no other person except the dead one.

Xing Laoliu stood at the door and stared at the official kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty placed on a table in the living room. For some reason, he always felt that the thing was shining with a charming light.

In the antique shop, Lin Wenqi, who received the message from Xing Laoliu, was also quite unbelievable. He sighed and said, "It's so evil. Really, he was about to see what the situation was like. Unexpectedly, he happened to catch up with the other party's death."

"I'm still a little interested..." Wang Jingzhe nodded and said.

The next day, before dawn, Xing Laoliu found the antique shop. With his red eyes, he knocked the roller shutter door and banged loudly. Wang Jingzhe came down with Lin Wenqi.

After turning on the lights, pulling the door, and letting people come in, Xing Laoliu sat together in a breakdown, took out the cigarette tremblingly, and did not light the fire several times.

"Bang" Lin Wenqi brought the lighter over: "Calm down, after all, you are not dead yet."

Xing Laoliu took a deep breath. Before he could spit out the cigarette, Wang Jingzhe frowned and said, "He is coming too!"

Lin Wenqi was stunned. Xing Laoliu raised his head stiffly, and a large piece of the ashes fell off.

"What, what, what, meaning?"

Wang Jingzhe said, "You are almost dead, your mountain root is ill, and there is a black mole on it, haven't you noticed it?"

The root of the mountain is the Palace of Disease, one of the twelve palaces on the human face. It is responsible for natural disasters, man-made disasters, accidental injuries, and symptoms of bad luck. If there are thick sores or black moles on the root of the mountain, it means that the person is about to be in trouble.

"Crill" At this time, Xing Laoliu's companion suddenly hurriedly opened the door and came in, holding a knife in his hand, looking at the people in the room in panic and said, "Liu, Liu, Brother Liu, the knife is back, it's in your bag where you put things."
Chapter completed!