Evil Bottle-Kirin Returns

Before six o'clock in the morning, I drove my golden cup from Yanggongdi to Beishan Road, yawning all the way.After so many fights, I almost forgot what the sunrise looks like.

At the end of summer, there are late-blooming lotus flowers in the West Lake, and more empty lotus pods, which look like the strange and evil sky stone of the Queen Mother of the West.I had a chill, accelerated the accelerator pedal, and glanced at the passenger seat. Luckily, Poker-Face kept his eyes closed. If any bad memories were triggered in him, not only amnesia but madness, I’d just jump to the West Lake. reliable.

All the way to the [-]th University, today is the weekend, and the collection market of the [-]th University is a stall day as usual.The things in that place are not all fakes, but most of them are folk things from the late Qing Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, which cannot be put on the table.Except for the first half year when the store opened, I haven't wandered there for three or four years, but since I promised to lead the way last night, it must count, but I really didn't expect Poker Bottle to react so much to that thing.

Yesterday afternoon, a pair of court beads brought by the fat man from Beijing found a home, and he went out to collect money.Poker-face stayed in my shop all afternoon, never talking or moving, half-casting his eyes like an old monk in meditation.Wang Meng hugged Zunci Avalokitesvara and leaned over and whispered, "Boss, is Brother Zhang broken in love? Why are you so depressed?"

"Fuck you, pack it up, people call it samadhi, I haven't seen this Zen sitting really well." Lovelorn?Little brother, who is haunted by ghosts and ghosts, is going to fall in love with the female zongzi of the Tang Dynasty?Which zongzi didn't shrank its neck and stayed away when it saw him, a few heads weren't enough for him to twist.Could it be Wenjin?Wen Jin refused to come out in Tianshi, brother, he lost his memory because of being too sad and overstimulated?Damn, what kind of mandarin ducks are I trying to fool.

"Wu Xie."

You said that the third uncle doesn’t know where he is right now, so I’m just worrying about whether my little brother and Wenjin are there... Hey, who called me just now?

When I came back to my senses, I saw Poker Ping staring straight at me with deep eyes, mother, brother, don’t tell me you can read minds, Xiadou didn’t scare Zongzi to death, but broad daylight would scare you to death.

"Wu Xie, how did you get this thing?"

"Uh, this, let me think about it." These are all collected as worthless things, I can't remember the origin, "Well, it seems...it seems...it is possible..."

I was hesitating and haggling and couldn't make an answer, Poker Fing's eyelids drooped and he stopped talking.I immediately went on to say, "I probably got it from the [-]% seller. I'll take you there tomorrow. Maybe we can find the seller!"

In my previous life, I, Wu Xie, probably owed Pokerfing 500 million. How could I have nothing to do when I met him?But having said that, I have saved my little brother so many times in my life, I'm afraid I can't figure it out.No, it's just in time for [-]th in the morning.

"Hey, boss, come and have a look. There are bamboo and wood ivory carvings, old mahogany, huanghuali, authentic small-leaf red sandalwood, and the price is absolutely fair. It's true."

"...Everyone is determined to be Junyao, but you come to find me if you are fake..."

The small open-air square is full of street stalls, a three-foot piece of cloth, a pile of real or fake antiques, and the stall owners who speak different accents are attracting customers.And most of the dealers in the collectibles market have a cup of tea, kick their feet up, love to be ignored, and just wait for the account that comes to the door.

It would be useless for me to look for the seller of the dragon-headed tortoise here, and it would be useless to give me a pair of eyes. I looked at Poker Bottle and didn't know where to find it, but I saw him raise his eyebrows slightly, and walked straight into a passage.

I immediately followed. Given that Poker Finger has many missing records, it makes sense not to ask anything at this time, but to keep up and not lose it.Poker-Face walked quickly with his long legs, passed through the crowd a few times, walked to the end of the passage, and walked sideways into an inconspicuous shop.

I chased it in and saw that it was a shop that collected envelopes with old postage stamps. Poker-Face looked at the envelopes on the wall with his hands behind his back.The boss was sitting on one side, eating breakfast with a big bowl of pickled rice in his hand, and said with a shredded mustard greens in his mouth, "Young man, wow, you need a stamp envelope. The stamp envelope is older than your age."

Poker Bottle didn't answer the call, and suddenly raised his hand and pushed the wall, a small door opened on the wall, and before I could say anything, he had already flashed in, followed by the boss with a "hey", and he was still holding the bowl in his hand Paofan-b I was stunned at the door for a while, then turned my head to look at the aisle, there were still people coming and going, but the two big living people in the shop had disappeared. Is this a sideshow or a tunnel fight?

Before I could make up my mind whether to follow through the secret door, the wall panel was lifted, and Poker Bottle came out again, and the boss followed behind dejectedly, looking like he had seen a ghost.Poker-Face waved at me, turned around and walked towards the parking lot.This is the end?I glanced at the back of the secret door, and there were some pots and pans piled up in the narrow passage behind the door. Could it be that Poker Bottle turned into a fire inspection to declare to the shopkeeper that cooking with open fire is not allowed in the market?

"Brother, did you find a clue?" I started the car and started on the road.

Pokerfing's face was ugly, he looked at the dragon-headed turtle in his hand and said, "There's something wrong with this thing, you and the fat man don't touch it again." After speaking, he put the thing in his coat pocket and buckled it.I murmured in my heart, say half of everything and leave the other half, is the storyteller tantalizing!With the same virtue as my fake third uncle, he really deserves to be a teammate 20 years ago.

Turning my head to look, Poker-Face clasped his hands and closed his eyes again without making a sound. I was withdrawing my attention when I suddenly noticed a very familiar car in the rearview mirror, a black Land Rover Range Rover.There are so many rich people in Hangzhou Saobao. Are you driving a Land Rover on the edge of the West Lake to turn over the Yanggong embankment?No, this car seems to have followed me for a long time. I had a bad guess in my heart, and turned to Wansong Ridge.

I'd like to see if this car was sent by Jude Kao's damn XX company to follow it. See if I will give you a dull brake.There were very few vehicles in Wansongling at this time, and I snaked all the way up the slope, with the stance of driving the Jinbei into an AE86.That Land Rover really followed me up, hey, you just follow, if the collision is clever, my gold cup can be exchanged for a new one.

The black Land Rover followed closely behind, and I was sure that this car belonged to the company Aning worked for, because the antler-like logo on the side could be vaguely seen.I raised my hand and pushed my side, "Brother, sit still. Watch me give the follower..."

Poker bottle followed my gestures and leaned to the right against the car window, but he didn't wake up.No way, when did Boyouping's vigilance become so dull?I almost drove to the limit of seventy yards of heaven, and he could still fall asleep and I raised my hand to slap his face. If he fell asleep and I braked with my foot, he would perform a cannonball trap.

"Squeak~~~~~~"

After all, I stepped on the brake, and the car stopped by the side of the road, and I could smell the burnt brake pads.My mind went blank, I felt blood vessels pulsating in my temples, my ears were filled with the "thumping" sound of my heartbeat, and cold sweat dripped down my spine and wet my T-shirt.

Poker bottle did not become a trapeze man, because my right hand was always in front of him.

I don't know if the car behind has hit me, my soul has been frightened by the situation in front of me.

Poker-face's face was cold, ice-cold.

My palm was facing his nose and mouth, and there was no trace of breath there.

he died.