Chapter 1194 Ghost City

The Liulichang in Beiyi can be regarded as the most famous antique calligraphy and painting street in the local area. The streets are full of old shops of antique calligraphy and painting. During the reign of Emperor Yongle, this place was just a Liulikang factory at that time. Later, after Emperor Jiajing built the outer city, this area became a block. Most of the Juren who went to Beijing to take the exam in the Qing Dynasty gathered here, and the four treasures of the study and antique books shops were opened, and they continued to this day to become the famous Liulichang.

This is a lively scenic spot that has been broken through the stone ridges of the streets. Many people want to see what the old store that can attract Zhang Daqian and Qi Baishi to become repeat customers looks like? Whether the ancient books in Chinese bookstores really contain the origin of the secret history of the palace.

There is a small shop with a bookish and elegant style on the street. The tourists who claim to be literary youths come to pilgrimage all hold paper fans in their hands, and the crowds walking on the stone streets smell the smell of ink in the chirping of bird cages in the store, fantasizing that they returned to the era when the spring breeze was lifted a hundred years ago, and the horse's hooves were brisk.

The best time to visit Liulichang is always during the day, but the new tourists coming here don’t seem to play according to common sense.

North China time, 3:00AM.

Late in the night, a Volkswagen's old Beetle car parked on the street outside the quiet street. After the engine was turned off, the owner took off the key and pulled the door in his pocket to get out of the car. He stood on the street and took out his mobile phone to compare some navigation maps and the real scene in front of him. He made sure he was right and turned around and fell on the car door.

With a "bang", the black car door closed and the glass buzzed. When closing the car door, he did not forget to remind the owner of the car rental store to use force or not to close it. This kind of old thing seemed to have entered the recycling factory or some collectors who had special feelings for old things, but he still fell in love with it at a glance in the corner of the car rental store, rather than other McLaren, Ferrari or Corvette.

——Who knows how many difficult battles have occurred in those cars with higher rental frequency than those of beautiful girls around him. When he thinks that he has to sit in that private space for a while to drive, he feels a little disgusted.

Caesar has always been a bit mentally clean, not very obvious, but those who know him know more or less, so every girl who pursues him has no ex-boy on the Internet.

Looking at the entrance of Hengjie Street late at night, Liulichang Street is no longer as lively as the daytime or the lights are brightly lit. At two o'clock in the evening, some nightclubs are preparing to close their stalls. The four treasures of the study should have used the sunshine to relax the fragrance in the sunshine, and should come out late at night to breathe when there are other corners.

Caesar walked into Heng Street. There were unexpected figures on Heng Street late at night. The dark shadows were hidden in the night. They covered the red pillars in front of the shops on the street, and they gathered together and whispered something.

Caesar ignored the quaint shops that had been closed and walked all the way to the entrance of a deep alley. He turned to confirm the name of the shop opposite the alley, and then walked along the path and walked in.

Walking in the alley, it gradually became wider from the narrowness that originally accommodated only one person, which could accommodate four or five people side by side, and then it became crowded in front of it - it was not the crowded width of the road itself, but the sudden noise of the crowd. In the vast alleys, there were groups of people standing or squatting on the roadside, and countless flashlights swept back and forth in the alley like lasers. The more whispers that were deliberately lowered, it formed a low and not noisy noise.

The transactions usually conducted at night are called "night markets", with lights and colorful decorations, and the aroma of snacks and snacks is fluttering. But when the "night markets" are closed, at the early morning of the third day, the silent sellers come to the stalls set up in the narrow and remote paths, and become the "ghost markets" that few people know and will visit.

People here, they set up stalls at the third day of the day, and they don’t say anything. The sales all depend on fate, and the pricing all depends on the buyer’s pocket. The seller does not ask where the goods go, and the buyer does not ask where the goods come from. There is no market supervision, no urban management, only the most primitive transactions that have been agreed upon.

The things on the carpet here are always strange. The sellers and buyers are looking for in the dark and flashlights. The evil ways and the evil in the world are the norm here. The children of wealthy families steal treasures sold at low prices, fresh goods made from the soil, steal and rob dirty things that are cheated. Don’t think that buying things here can issue invoices. The only thing that can prove that the things in your hands are real is the earth pistol in the seller’s military coat.

"Hello, do you want porcelain? Buy some to make souvenirs, from Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties." A man wearing a gray coat naturally approached Caesar, and mysteriously lowered his head and lowered his voice and spoke.

Caesar, a blond and blue-eyed foreigner, is particularly eye-catching even when walking in the dark alley without lights. For many people in the ghost market, this guy is the biggest fat sheep tonight. Everyone loves fat sheep, especially foreign breeds, which means that there is more oil and water. After all, from the perspective of foreign exchange rates these days, foreign grass is indeed more nourishing.

"How much?" Caesar did not stop because someone spoke, and asked while walking deep into the ghost market at his own pace. This alley looked much deeper than outside. According to the theorem that the shameful approach went in, the darker the things became, and the more likely they had to buy good goods or be eaten by blackmail?

"Ye Ye still has a Henan accent. It's just this number." The man in the gray coat compared Caesar to a number and decided that no matter how much the price of this foreign stupid old hat was, he always looked exaggerated and counted the price.

But Caesar didn't even look at his fingers, "Look at the goods first."

"This is not in accordance with the rules." The man in the gray coat looked embarrassed, but he thought in his heart that this ghost guy would be an expert in pretending to be a fish-pretending fish? Or is it a fish that is pretending to be an expert?

Caesar didn't want to talk nonsense about this man too much, and then quickly walked forward to the person he was looking for. When the gray coat saw that the fat sheep was about to run away, he was anxious and quickly slipped up and handed a piece of cloth that looked suspicious to the ground into Caesar's arms. "Why do you find a place to take a good look? Then give a price?"

Caesar glanced at the dirty cloth bag in his hand, and probably understood what routine, looked at the man in the gray robe, and then touched him a bill.

The man with a gray coat turned black in an instant. He didn't even look at the one hundred yuan bill. He snatched the cloth bag back, turned around and left, and soon disappeared into the crowd in the ghost market.

Caesar looked at the disappearing back of the man in the gray coat and took back the banknotes. At the same time, there was an inexplicable flashlight and a crocodile-skin wallet on his left hand.

The man with gray coat misunderstood that this hundred yuan was not a "unearthed cultural relics" that looked so fake that they could no longer be fake, but a flashlight in his arms.

If a man with gray coat is cleaner and does not touch Caesar's wallet when handing the cloth bag, then this hundred yuan will probably be stuffed into his pocket when it is separated, instead of taking a flashlight in vain and an extra fake crocodile-skin wallet, as it is now.

Caesar didn't think much about the situation. He just gave a lesson to others with his wallet. He looked down on the things inside, and threw the fake crocodile-skin wallet to the ground, and continued to walk in with a flashlight.

There is no stall number in the ghost market. According to the instructions given by the person on his phone, he turned the bend three times in the particularly long alley, and then stopped at the bend to see the stall in a corner opposite the bend. There was basically no one surrounding the stalls there. Other stalls were a group of people using flashlights to pick up leaks on the carpet. It was great here. Even the stall owner leaned against the wall and held his hands in his sleeves and shrank into a ball.

Caesar walked to the stall, squatted down, picked up the flashlight and pushed it away to look at the carpet, and understood why the door here was deserted. Other stalls sold some contraband items, some dirty things from wrong origins, jewelry, brand-name bags, antiques that were not found in the expiration of time, and antiques that were not known for their authenticity, but this man’s stall was the most inexpensive thing in the entire Liulichang, ancient books.

"Tuibei Tu", "Yongle Ceremony", "Qingnang Shu", "Taigong Art of War", etc., the flashlight swept through the book covers that were about to rot. The names on it were more and more thunderous than the other, but the more classic it was, the more people despise it. If someone passes by, he will roll his eyes and ignore it directly.

Caesar picked up a book that was so rotten that the cover was missing and he read it. His Chinese attainments were not high. He could only recognize the traditional Chinese characters in this ancient book. Judging from the short words "Shixuansan", "Huiyang Tang", "Yueju Wan" and other short words, this should be a medical book, traditional running regular script, which is probably an ancient book from the Ming Dynasty?

"Boil pock with pocken seeds into powder and fu Shangliang? Take a messy hair and gray, and take a square inch and a three-day day to cure hair and back? Treat all the elixirs and evil qi attack and prick the body's redness and swelling and pain." Although Caesar had no idea, he still read it very interesting. He was always interested in these things with a sense of historical weight. Through those crisp and yellow papers that have been spent for a hundred years, those words seemed to bring the heaviness of time to the present. Reading those words is like watching the scene of the ancients reading at night when they were reading at night.

"The medical books written by barefoot doctors in the Ming Dynasty have never been named. There are 18 volumes in total, and there are seventeen volumes here. The lost volume is a catalog of medical skills, so it is not harmful. However, in terms of overall terms, if you want to auction it, it will probably greatly reduce the value of collection due to incompleteness. For people like Mr. Gattuso, this medical book may not be qualified to enter the collection room." In front of Caesar, the street stall owner who had been pretending to be asleep said.

Caesar put down the medical book. When he saw the prescription for the sacrificing the spirit, he knew how unreliable this thing was. It was true that the reaction to lead poisoning was to be groggy and unclear, but this kind of fatal thing was taken orally to calm the spirit. No wonder the rich gentry in ancient China died early.

Caesar turned his eyes to the stall owner. Even in the darkness, he could see the other person's appearance clearly, which surprised him a little.

In the ghost market, which only locals know, the stall owner is actually an authentic European. His gray hair and iron-gray eyes, his thin cheekbones are slightly raised on his cheekbones, and his eye sockets are slightly sunken. He almost writes the "Aryan" on this face. I think he was a handsome man who could compete with Professor Schneider when he was young.

Such an European is now wearing an authentic gown, a round hat that is cold-proof on his head, and his feet are wearing old Beiyi cloth shoes, which is inappropriate? But what should not be said, the other party's Beiyi words are indeed authentic and cannot find any faults.

"Mr. Lin Fenglong?" Caesar was still a little uncertain whether the other party was the person he was looking for. Although the location and dress were in line, the other party had never mentioned on his phone that this guy was a fellow villager from the sea like Caesar (for many Chinese people, the unified breed of people other than Asian faces is called foreigners).

"Mr. Caesar Gattuso, you are so young, you are much younger than I thought." The stall owner stretched out a hand from his cuff and grabbed Caesar.

Warm, powerful, with thick calluses on the skin.

"There are all kinds of monsters in the hunter." Caesar withdrew his hand and looked him up and down quietly.

"I'm sorry to ask you to meet in this place at this time, otherwise I will definitely entertain you in the store. My store has a lot of good tea and good things picked from the tea trees. I am also very confident in my own tea art, but you should know that what you want is a contraband in any place, and I must be careful." The stall owner withdrew his hand and put it in again, his movements as if he was old Bei.

"I understand. That's why we're here to meet in such a place now." Caesar looked around. Sometimes there were many people and eyes, which was a kind of protection under the light. He still understood the truth that it was hidden in the city.

Furthermore, he also knew how dangerous the transaction he might have with the man in front of him would be. It was so dangerous that if the situation was more extreme, the Gatuso family behind him might not be able to protect the life of his heir as soon as possible.

"That means you did bring what I want?" He turned to the topic.

"Of course, the Gattuso family has always spent money like money, especially if it is Mr. Caesar, you. Such a big deal will inevitably make me moved by my own heart for many years. I will make some decisions that may make me drown in regret for the rest of my life, such as selling something that should have been too shy to the sun." The stall owner hugged leisurely in the corner of the wall, looking at Caesar who was half squatting in front of the stall, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was looking at the remaining value of the guests, and as if he was simply not waking up and taking a nap.

There were people coming and going in the ghost market behind them. Many people were paying attention to the blonde ghost who might be slaughtered here and were eager to give out an extra bite of soup after eating meat with their peers.

"It seems that you know me enough and the Gattuso family. I can guarantee that as long as the news is true, the amount of money is not a problem. Only the words you say on the backstage of the Hunter website are not boring scams." Caesar looked up at the stall owner and said lightly.

The name of the Gattuso family is a threshold. People who are below the threshold will be disdainful of this name. Only those who have truly reached the level will put this name on the shelf, either stay away from it or be regarded as a guest of honor.

It seems that the mysterious hunter with the registration ID of the hunter website "Phoenix" seems to be the latter, but he has an intuition telling Caesar that he may be an extremely rare third type of person other than the two before and after.

The stall owner smiled and whispered, "Mr. Caesar, I do know just a little bit of everything you want, just a little bit."

"It's also good to wake the Dragon King hiding in North China."

"Fourteen years ago, the whereabouts of the 'Mu Yue' who escaped from the orthodox' are now!"
Chapter completed!