Chapter 517: Strange Market

San'er went upstairs happily, and I called Xiaobai again.

After learning that everything was fine in the hospital, my heart dropped temporarily.

It was two o'clock in the morning. I grabbed my coat from the stool and San'er went downstairs on time.

Seeing his confused look, I gave him a few more instructions: "From now on, don't talk. Just do whatever you want."

"If you have anything to say, let's talk about it when we get back."

There are two types of markets, one is the ordinary market and the other is called the ghost market.

The so-called ghost market is not haunted, but it gets such a name because it opens in the latter half of the day.

At first, the bosses of the ghost market were basically the down-and-out prince Baylor.

What this group of people have in their hands are all palace items. If they take out any of them, it is enough for ordinary people to live and feed themselves for a lifetime.

But if you go out for takeout in broad daylight, you will inevitably be accused of ruining your family property.

The time was chosen in the middle of the night because it was so dark that no one could see anyone clearly.

As time goes by, the ghost market begins to become a mixed bag, with real and fake things mixed together. Coupled with poor visibility, it is easy to suffer losses and be fooled.

Of course, what I am looking for is not this ordinary street vendor, but a profession called Anjiake.

The ghost market in Monan is in the west of the city. It is a ghost market before four o'clock in the morning, and it returns to an ordinary vegetable market after four o'clock.

When I arrived, it was when the ghost market opened.

It was pitch black in front of all the stall owners, and the only light in the ghost market was the flashlight in the buyer's hand.

The dots of lights create a halo in the dark night, which inevitably makes it difficult for people to tell whether they are still in the world.

There are many customers in front of almost every stall, each of them studying the items in their hands.

Like a searchlight, I carefully searched every stall owner around me.

When I glanced at the corner, I suddenly felt more at ease.

Crouching in the corner was a man wearing a melon cap and a mask on his face. It was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

In front of him, there was just a blank paper box with no products. It looked like it was selling air.

I walked forward in two or three steps and slowly squatted in front of him.

Only a pair of eyes were exposed on the entire face of the stall owner, and the rest of the face was tightly covered.

"Watch the fun, go somewhere else."

I didn't say anything. Not only was he not enthusiastic, but he ordered me to be kicked out.

I glanced at him sideways: "How do you know I'm not the buyer?"

"whispering sound."

He snorted a sound of disdain and stopped paying attention to me.

I tugged at my clothes: "Because I only wore one piece of clothing?"

As soon as these words came out, he immediately pulled his eyes back and looked at me again, his eyes rolling.

I smiled and spread my hands: "I just don't want to wear two pieces."

When you come to a place like the Ghost Market, you must wear two pieces of clothing. Put them all on when you enter the market, and take off the outer one when you leave.

Buyers leave with their belongings and are robbed shortly after. This happens from time to time. This method can avoid being watched.

The stall owner narrowed his eyes and said, "You are so courageous!"

"To each other, you are very brave to dare to sell that kind of thing."

He lowered his head and fiddled with the cardboard on the ground: "Who are you?"

"People who buy things."

In this kind of place, no one will talk to each other, explore each other's paths, and stop talking.

"Whoosh."

He suddenly stretched out his sleeves in front of me, and his hands were retracted in the sleeves.

This is where the ghost market business started.

I put my hand into his sleeve and wrote the word "吉" on his hand.

The stall owner hesitated and pinched my thumb in his sleeve.

I grabbed the second joint of his little finger and squeezed it gently, keeping my eyes on him.

He took the first step to withdraw his hand, turned around, put the cardboard box under his arm, and walked out first.

San'er looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, obviously wanting to speak, but he just asked with his eyes and said nothing.