(I have considered this matter, and decided to write it in two chapters and then jump to the next story. If you write it carefully, you can write more than ten chapters.)

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The man with braided waved his hand, which meant that everyone present would kneel down to worship the Buddha statue.

Some people are indeed afraid of him, but more people are indifferent.

Zhu Baokou shook his head and smiled. There was a man in his 40s beside him. The man had a bald head and had a scorpion tattoo on his neck."

The man was the first to shout, "Brother Cui, if you ask us to kneel down, we will kneel? My legs have never been kneeling for anyone except my parents. I'm sorry, I can't obey my fate."

"Yes, everyone wants this thing, don't stand on the moral high ground and pretend to be hypocritical."

“That’s it.”

The crowd around suddenly talked about it, and there were more and more oppositions, and the scene was a little uncontrollable.

The man with braided eyes glanced around with cold eyes, slowly touched his pocket with his right hand, Jiu Qingshui stood up and looked at him and shook his head.

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I asked in a low voice, what is the origin of this man with braided hair surnamed Cui?

"You haven't heard of this person? Cui Zhendong from Laishui."

"Choi Zhendong?"

"He's that Choi Zhendong?"

"Didn't this person be sentenced to eight years?" I was a little surprised.

I have heard of this name. This man was reported to steal the Han tomb in Gaojiazui Mountain. He and his two men who dug the soil were arrested because the two geomen were found in the mountains with the mound of green paste and mud. This incident made a joke on the road and all joked about the group of people seeking death. There is another saying that someone deliberately messed with him, and no matter what, the man had been in jail for several years.

He whispered: "Professional tomb robbers cannot make such a low-level mistake. He is sold by someone, but this person is cruel and ruthless, and he must not underestimate this person."

Jiu Qingshui spoke another sentence, and then someone lifted the Great Tears with a red cloth.

The implicit meaning in her words is very obvious.

The general meaning is: "Dear friends from all over the world, no matter who you work for, there will be no good results. The Buddha should be handed over to those who are capable of keeping it, so that unnecessary casualties can be avoided."

As for who this "capable" person is, it goes without saying that she is talking about herself.

After the show ended, I secretly pulled me aside and asked me what I thought about what I had just happened.

So I told my head what I thought.

After listening to his head, he shook his head with a solemn expression and said, "What you are talking about is just a superficial phenomenon. Tonight you told us that we must not sleep, and it seems that something might be wrong."

When I heard something was going to happen, my heart skipped a beat.

"Yunfeng, come here tonight."

Our tents were tied in the northwest corner of the camp, so I asked everyone to stop sleeping. Hongye didn't know where he went, so I probably went to find his Aunt Luo.

After turning off the flashlight, our tent was dark. We waited until after two o'clock in the morning, and the noisy sound outside the camp gradually became smaller.

There was a camel tent not far from us. At this moment, I heard the voices of men and women coming from there intermittently.

"Are you awesome? Am I awesome, say."

"Awesome, you're so awesome." Then some undescribable voices came.

Everyone was crowded in the tent, my face was strange, and the others were the same. Douyazi listened with his ears.

"What time is it?" I asked in a low voice.

"It's five minutes away from 3 o'clock." Xiao Xuan whispered in the darkness.

I nodded, it should be time.

Sure enough, at this moment, there was a black shadow outside our tent.

The black shadow stopped and coughed twice.

I also coughed twice.

The other party coughed three more times.

I hurriedly opened the tent and let the man come in.

"What about the stuff, give it to me."

The man who came in was in his fifties, and was about the same height as Xiaoxuan. He was wearing a blue cotton jacket and vest. There was a line of white advertising small words printed on the back of the vest, "Beijing Douju ​​Association."

I nodded and asked Bo Liao to hand him a plastic bag. The plastic bag had a wooden box, which contained a fake Miaoyin Bird.

The man picked up the plastic bag and left without saying a word.

This man is a thief, but he is not an ordinary thief. In the aftermath, this man is a thief who can "invisible". His surname is Lu, his name is Lu Kun, and his nickname is Xiao Kuaishou Lu.

From 2005 to 10 years, he opened a soybean juice shop in Tuanjiehu Hutong, Beijing. Later, the soybean juice shop went bankrupt and now it has become a restaurant selling palace dishes. The store is called Xiaodian Li Tang, Xiaodian Li Tang and the small restaurant on 798 Art Street is actually controlled by a boss. The distribution centers of these two stores are near Hanhe Road in Sijiqing, Xiangshan, not far from Wanshou Cemetery.

Lu Kun's grandfather was the famous thief Kuaishou Lu in Zhuozhou, Peiping, and was the "Caixing" among the Eight Gates. Kuaishou Lu was the second-in-commander of the Color Xing during the Guangxu period. It is said that he was a good friend of Zhu Liankui who later went to the United States. On the surface, he was a magician, but in fact he was a thief. He had four unique skills, namely, Thirteen Taibao, Baolian Lantern, Jiulong Wuhai, and Guanyin Shanglian.

Something interesting.

After Zhu Liankui became a fire in Boston, a foreigner named Ma Qishi came to Peking to find him, hoping to take Kuaishou Lu to his circus to perform abroad, but was scolded by Kuaishou Lu. The next day, Ma Qishi and his group were stolen overnight. It is said that even their shorts were stolen in their sleep.

Their family was passed down from the Qing Dynasty to the modern times. No matter what job the descendants did, the thief's ability was not lost. It can be said to be a true family origin and a thief's family.

The task of handing his head over to him was to "change birds", replace the fake birds made by Liao Bo with real ones, and then we ran away with the real Miaoyin birds, and changed them under Jiuqingshui's noses.

In the plan of the head, this matter also needs help from someone, a "insider" around Jiu Qingshui, so that he can cooperate with the inside and outside without knowing it.

I didn't know who this insider was at first, and he didn't tell me. He just said that the insider had a younger brother, who had been in Inner Mongolia for many years and had been following Yao Wenzhong loyally.

Xiao Kuaishou Lu took away the fake bird at 3:05.

He came back at 3:20 and handed me a plastic bag and left in a hurry. The whole trip took only a quarter of an hour. When I received the plastic bag, I saw that it was the Miaoyin Bird inside.

I only looked at it for a few times and hurriedly put it away. At this time, according to the whisper I told me about my head, we had to leave before 6 a.m. He emphasized that sentence repeatedly, that must be before 6 a.m.

I hid the plastic bag containing the Miaoyinbird under the bag, and my heart was thumping.

If Jiu Qingshui discovered this, she would probably chop me up and feed it to the dog.

"How about checking everything?"

"no problem."

I asked Dou Yazai again in a low voice: "How about the Wen Ming in your bag?"

Douyazai patted his bag and whispered: "Don't worry, no problem. I won't even lose my mother if I lose it. This is hundreds of thousands."

"Um"

I slowly pulled open a corner of the tent and looked out secretly.

Every camp sent people to watch the night, fearing that the other party might attack in the middle of the night. There were seven or eight fires in the huge camp in front of me. Some scattered people gathered around the fire and talked in a low voice to each other from time to time.

There was a man and a woman next to the fire nearest to me. I don’t know who it was. The man was in his forties and the woman looked so young. The man’s right hand was stuffed into the woman’s cotton jacket and looked happy. The two of them were close together.

After looking at it for a while, I found that the man suddenly had no movement on his hands.

A few seconds passed.

The woman gently put the man on the ground.

I happened to see her put the blood-stained knife into her sleeve, and her movements were very concealed.

The woman looked around, wondering if she noticed that I was peeking.

She looked at the direction here.
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