Otherworldly Merchant

The man who died this time was basically the same as the last rich generation.

Her body curled like shrimp rice in that bed of gold silk cotton with a white cream on her face and a strange smile on her mouth, apparently frozen to death.

Shit, I knew there was something wrong with this cotton quilt!

It is certainly no coincidence that both victims were wrapped in cotton quilts before they died. As I can imagine, there must have been some extraordinary things that happened before they died, and that's why they were frozen to death in chaos.

Once again, the police surrounded the scene, investigated and collected evidence, forensic autopsies, old procedures, and eventually the body was taken away by the family and the place returned to calm.

I decided to study the cotton quilt when someone ran out. Li Mazi didn't stop me this time, because he felt that the cotton pad must be a shady thing, maybe worth the old nose money, let us pick up a big cheap half way.

I was dumb and laughed. Li Mazheng's guts were fat enough. Even if this cotton quilt was really a pussy, I wouldn't dare accept it! Even if I did, I couldn't find a buyer.

Who's gonna be all right with a cotton quilt for a high price?

When I approached the cotton quilt, I clearly felt the temperature around me slowly dropping. I became increasingly suspicious that the culprit of the wealthy generation was the cotton quilt...

The moment my finger touches the cotton quilt, the cotton quilt actually gives me the feeling of ice.

Yeah, it's the cold winter moon with the frozen hard-boiled ice! Although the cotton was tender, it was surprisingly cold and almost froze my fingers.

I'll never forget this weird feeling.

I immediately retracted my hand and told Li Mazi that the cotton quilt was likely a pussy and that it was still a heinous thing. We better not touch it and get out of here.

Unexpectedly, Li Mazi refused this time, insisted on taking the cotton quilt away, let me go back to kill the pubic qi of the cotton quilt, then find a buyer and sell the cotton.

Who the fuck would buy a cotton duvet the dead man slept with?

Li Mazi nooked, saying that the world of rich people, you don't understand. What if someone really wants to buy it? This is business opportunity. Life is full of business opportunities.

I sort of took care of Li Mazi, saying that I haven't figured out the history of this bed of gold silk cotton quilt yet. To solve it, I have to understand the history of it. Go back to the hotel and think of a way to get the cotton quilt.

Li Mazi said yes. He left with me in love.

On the way, I just found out why Li Mazi loves this cotton quilt.

Turns out this trip to Xishuangbanna, Li Mazi came with the idea of taking a few antiques.

As a result, even though Yin Xinyue's hometown had solved the problem of roadblocking ghosts, he didn't make any money. Li Mazi is naturally all kinds of unhappy, so after seeing this cotton quilt, she won't be able to eat.

Although Li Mazi had made a lot of money with me before, most of it was used to treat his son's leukemia, and life is a little tense now.

Opportunities like this are not always encountered, so Li Mazi will be especially cherished.

Although I am reluctant to collect this cotton quilt, I still have some difficulty investigating the origin of this thing. Why is it freezing to death? And why did you show up in this mess?

Perhaps this is the occupational disease of shady traders, when they see something related to shady things, they move their index fingers.

Like people who like to play with cars, every time they see a new car, they can't wait to buy one right away.

After my careful research, I basically understand what went wrong with the cotton pad...

The owner of the cotton duvet must have been frozen to death before his life, and the cotton accumulated the owner's infinite resentment, which is why there is a situation of not insulating and only cold.

And the two successive deceased are the wealthy generation with status, which means that the owner of the cotton quilt must have been very hostile to the power! I do not know why hatred for power is so high that perhaps the owner of the cotton quilt was exploited or framed in a privileged way.

Didn't the great poet Duff write a cliché? Jumen stinks of wine and the roads are frozen to death.

And most importantly, why did the rich generation sneak up on the tomb in the middle of the night, causing cotton quilts? There must be something wrong here.

If we can figure out why the two deceased were in a messy grave, many of the problems will be solved.

Li Mazi looked at me for half a day and asked me if I had thought of anything.

I sighed and said my thoughts. Li Mazi snapped his thumb up at me and asked: "Now that you've guessed the origin of the quilt, have you figured out a way to deal with it? ”

I shook my head and said that I didn't understand a lot of the problems, and that it was only when I understood everything that I could drug the symptoms.

Li Mazi hastily said it wasn't all right? Why don't we just go ask him?

I took a hard look at Li Mazi and said that if you make money, you won't die. The rich generation would be disgraced if you had died. You would go to the door to reveal the scar. It would be nice if you hadn't been beaten out by clubs.

Li Mazi grabbed his scalp with embarrassment: “I'm just saying, don't be serious. ”

But we don't look for them. Instead they look for us...

I went out for a bowl of beef ramen that day and almost threw up when I came back. After all, the only food this county could buy was beef ramen. I've had it for a week now.

I was even thinking, "No, I can't. I want to buy a chicken to solve this problem."

Just decided to ask the hotel owner which chicken to sell, but the hotel owner told me that someone had left a set of phone numbers so that I could see that I would definitely call him later.

I was scared. The first reaction was that the enemies came to the door. Pack your bags and run!

As for calling, it's even more impossible. Isn't that what you're looking for?

But the next thing the hotel owner said, it stopped me from running away.

The owner of the hotel told me that the man had left a message that I'd better do as he said, or he'd leak my whereabouts.

I was relieved to hear the boss say that.

Because in that sentence, I judge that the other person is not an enemy.

I also got a lot bolder, so just follow the numbers and dial the other side.

Answered by an old man with a loud voice and deep breath, my first impression of him was that he was supposed to be a tough character when he was younger.

They didn't tell me much on the phone, just let me go to his house. His home is not far from the county and is in a nearby village.

I asked him nervously how he knew where I was.

But the old man just kept laughing, saying that the people in the circle, nothing he couldn't find out.

I was surprised because he said that, clearly, he was implying me that he was also a shady trader.

My brain hole was wide open, I thought about it a lot, I think the old man suddenly came to me, 89 out of 10 had to do with the cotton pad!

But I don't know if they are friends or enemies yet. With the idea of ‘eggs not in the same basket' in mind, I decided to go alone, Li Mazi and Yin Xinyue found a place to hide.

Li Mazi quite agrees with me, after all, he has always been afraid to die. However, Yin Xinyue was unhappy, insisting on going with me, saying that if there was a flash, we could take care of each other.

I hesitated for a moment, knowing that there was no use in any more bullshit, so I had to say yes and let Yin Xinyue follow me.

I was driving Li Mazi's car and walked less than 10 km to the village in the old man's mouth.

This is a ruined village. How ruined is it? Trash piles are everywhere, even mud embryos from the '70s, and the air smells like chicken duck dung.

The old man lived in a depressed place, with lots of garbage piled up in front of the house, flies flying all over the sky, and I don't know how long he hasn't been out.

Yin Xinyue disliked to say, “Is this old man the man of the legend? ”

I was dumb and said I had never seen such an old man.

I went up and knocked on the door, and an old man in a military coat quickly opened the door. He looked at me, looked at Yin Xinyue again, said that the man came in and the woman couldn't.

I had to ask Yin Xinyue to wait outside, and through the dim light, I roughly looked at the old man's room.

Found a mess in the room, lots of paper on the ground, a few rolls of broken old books lying quietly on a writing desk, which seemed to be the only piece of wood furniture in the room, the rest were stone.

On the walls, there are a lot of bottle cans hanging from ropes, which look like antiques, even walking in the room, with a little carelessness, you could get hit in the head by a hanging bottle can.

Dirty rooms with no place to sit. And the old man, not because of the mess at home, was a little embarrassed. Instead, he took off his shoes and sat in bed - looking at me.

I don't know how long the old man hasn't washed his feet, it's so sour... it makes me a little dizzy.

“Young man, how's my place?” The old man asked with a smile.

I frowned: "Personality. ”

That's the only compliment I can think of.

The old man laughed: "Sooner or later, your boy will be as unique as I am. ”

I frowned: “Not necessarily, old sir. ”

“Hmm! You don't seem to know much about this circle.” Old man Yin Yang weirdly said: “As a shady trader, no one can have a good ending. Even your grandfather and father died a different fate. Can't you find the bones? ”

I was shocked and looked at the old man with an incredible look: "You know my grandfather! ”