radiothebook Chapter 395 There Must Be a Connection
Chapter 395 There Must Be a Connection
Chapter 395 There Must Be a Connection
This time the call is from Master Fei.
Yanxi got up and said sorry, and found a room with good sound insulation to answer the call.
"Brother, I have faith." Master Fei gave him good news as soon as he opened his mouth, "I found an old friend in Panjiayuan, and he said that the outsider set up a stall to sell masks, and he did have a little impression.
It wasn't too early either, just three or four years ago, when I faded out.
It was autumn, it had just rained, and it was chilly.
Because the ground is wet, the merchants who usually set up street stalls basically hid in the sheds and crowded to sell.
Everyone bowed their heads and looked up to see each other. This kind of temporary shelter from the rain would not be taken too seriously.
But at this time, a strange face came in with a pole, and on the side of the road not too far from the door, he took off his raincoat and spread it on the wet ground, then put the things in the pole on the raincoat, and then squatted there Smoking while waiting for someone to come to talk.
In this way, that person is quite eye-catching, right?
Those who deal in antiques and entertainment are more or less xenophobic.
My old friend was no exception. At that time, he called several stall owners to pretend to be customers to join in the fun.
He had one purpose, either to let this person get out of Panjiayuan because of difficulties, or to get the things at a low price, and then sell them at a higher price later.
When we got to the booth and chatted, the man had a strong accent from the southern coastal provinces and claimed to be a descendant of South Vietnam.
Those who have read history know that the Nanyue Kingdom was a small country established after being invaded by the orthodox army from the north during the barbaric period in the south.
Zhao Tuo, the king of Nanyue, liked to collect treasures from all over the world. The most famous one was to use a large pile of jade to create a set of silk jade clothes as a shroud for burial, with the aim of enabling the soul to ascend to heaven after death.
It is said that Zhao Tuo collected countless treasures, and only the tip of the iceberg was unearthed and entered the museum, and there are countless good things buried in the underground Dragon Palace.
Of course, these are full of thick legendary stories, which cannot be fully believed.
But that person dared to call himself a descendant of South Vietnam, and of course those who knew how to do it were interested.
The man set up a stall to sell not many things, only five items.
A jade wall, a jade pendant, a golden cicada, a golden fish, and a black soft leather mask.
Although gold is valuable and jade is priceless, no matter how you look at the two pieces of gold in the man's hand, they are worth more than the two pieces of jade.
My old friend and several stall owners joined forces to bargain, and they bought four items very cheaply.
In the end, there was only one mask left, and it seemed that the man would not leave until it was sold out.
He recalled that the mask looked black and sticky, and it was disgusting to look at, so he was really in no mood to ask the price.
Everyone in this circle knows that if you don't buy something, don't ask the price. If you ask the price and don't buy it, it is disrespectful.
They took advantage of others, and felt somewhat guilty, so each of them gave him a cigarette, and squatted in front of the stall to smoke with that person.
While smoking, waiting to see if there will be any unlucky people who come to buy masks.
When the last cigarette was smoked, a few students who looked like students came, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old, I can't remember, but they looked like high school students anyway.
They asked what the mask was.
The man quoted the price directly, and continued to chat if he could buy it, and don't inquire if he can't buy it.
The price is not expensive, 500 yuan. Of course, it is not expensive compared to the tens of thousands of asking prices in Panjiayuan.
But a disgusting mask dares to sell so expensive, maybe it can still be considered after erasing two zeros.
However, the prices for the four gold and jade wares were extremely reasonable. It was impossible for that person to sell the valuables at a low price, and then charge skyward prices with rubbish stuff.
So it can be deduced that this mask should have some background, which makes people a little curious.
What is even more surprising is that the 500 yuan did not scare away a few students. They said that they were not short of money, but they wanted to hear why this thing was worth [-] yuan.
The South Vietnamese took a long puff of cigarettes until there was only a stub left, and he closed his eyes and raised his head to spit out a big cloud of mist.
Repeatedly reminded, don't ask if you don't buy it sincerely, if he tells you, you have to buy it.
People in the imperial capital like to compete, and the children are also from the imperial capital who like to compete.
Each of them paid three to five hundred, which was a total of one thousand and five, and shouted, if they felt that it was worthless after listening to it, even if they shot their foreheads with a gun, they would never be able to let him take the money away.
Ever since, my friend took the initiative to act as an intermediary, pressing [-] to himself, saying that he came to judge this justice.
Several other stall owners joined in, and the students really thought that he was the man in charge of Panjiayuan's family, so they complied with the request.
The South Vietnamese nodded, took out a pen and a lighter from his pocket, and said, as long as someone’s name is written on the mask, then put the mask on the face, look at the owner of the name, and at the same time set fire to burn the mask, you face can become like that person.
Panjiayuan is a serious antique market, not a messy ghost market. Of course, everyone thinks that the South Vietnamese are talking nonsense.
Who dares to set fire to his own face?
Unless it's two hundred and fifty!
Besides, even if it is true, according to him, this mask is a one-time use, and it will be gone after being burned, so the one thousand and five is equivalent to buying loneliness.
My friend questioned the South Vietnamese.
The South Vietnamese continued to say that as long as they wear it for seven days, a new mask can be formed on the face. When the time comes, tear off the mask and write a new name, and then it can be replaced with a new look.
Everyone booed on the spot, the mask and the human face were fused together with a fire, and they could be separated for the second time after seven days?
Even the best plastic surgeons dare not brag like that.
A few students said that if he dared to put on a mask and burn his face, he would give him five thousand dollars.
That's tantamount to disfiguring one thousand and five dollars. I didn't expect a child's heart to be so poisonous.
One side insisted on watching, and the other insisted on trying, so my friend had no choice but to act as a witness for both of them. He even prepared the ambulance number on his mobile phone and planned to press it at any time.
The South Vietnamese handed the pen and the mask to a student in the middle and asked him to write his name on the inside of the mask.
And repeatedly emphasized that no pen name is allowed, but real name must be written.
After the students finished writing, they threw the mask back to the South Vietnamese in disgust, and threw the pen directly on the raincoat on the ground.
The Nanyue took a deep breath, put the black mask on his face, and stared at the student through the holes outside his eyes.
That look can only be described with the word scary.
He pulled his hair and pulled it out vigorously, it turned out to be a wig, and the man turned out to be bald.
He picked up the lighter in front of him and lit it, and the flame slowly moved towards his face.
Seeing that he was going to play for real, my friend quickly grabbed his hand holding the lighter and persuaded him, disfiguring his face for one thousand and five is not worth it.
He knocked off my friend's hand, cursed in an unintelligible dialect, and then literally set fire to the mask.
The mask was mostly oil, and it caught fire when it touched the fire. It burned so hot that the whole head was engulfed in flames in an instant.
You know, that was the first time my friend saw a real person self-immolate so close, and he was petrified on the spot.
A few students even ran away in fright.
But the color of the flame was very strange, it was ordinary yellow at first, and then quickly turned into a gloomy blue.
The Nanyue people rolled on the ground in pain, their hands instinctively wanted to slap the flames, but they were suppressed by their tenacious willpower, and they scratched the ground, even scratching several nail marks on the ground.
The security guard at the door saw the fire here, ran over with a fire extinguisher, and sprayed him in the face with a chirp.
Strangely, the fire extinguisher didn't work at all, and the blue fire was still burning on its own.
Everyone took a few steps back, took out their mobile phones and dialed 120.
But before the emergency call was over, the fire here seemed to be getting smaller, and the Nanyue people no longer struggled and rolled, but sat up again.
The flame became smaller and weaker, and it looked as if it had receded into the flesh.
At this time, a surprising thing happened. Just now, it was a vicissitudes old face in his thirties, but now he really looked young and handsome, without any trace of burnt.
It looked exactly like the high school student in the middle just now.
The Nanyue people put on their wigs again, put away the pens and lighters on the ground, folded their raincoats and put them in the baskets, and walked up to my friend with a shoulder pole, silently took out 500 yuan from him, turned and left.
Since then, he has never seen this person again, nor have he seen those few students again.
Brother, what do you think? "
Yanxi was in a cold sweat, not because the story was cautious, but because the mask was used in the same way as the Ajax card!
The two must be related!
He reached out to touch his wallet, and there was a shopping card hidden in the wallet. After thinking for two seconds, he asked, "Master Fei, does your friend still remember the name of the mask?"
(End of this chapter)