"The thing is opposite Bailu Community..."
Having said this, the old man slowly closed his eyes and became silent.
"Master Xu! Finish your sentence! Where is the baby hidden in the community!"
"Master Xu, please finish speaking!"
I was anxious and shook him vigorously.
"cough..."
"Don't shake me young man, I'm not dead yet."
He opened his eyes and looked at me, and suddenly smiled and said: "I suddenly felt that it would be too boring to tell you the location directly. The key word is Bailu Community. I have a treasure poem here. If you are lucky enough to find it, then take it. Take all the treasures."
Then, with a faint smile on his face, the old man looked at the ceiling and said:
"Avalokitesvara smiles and understands everything."
"Everyone is praying under the Bodhi tree."
"All living beings have searched for it thousands of times."
“Think only of getting rich but of staying in it.”
After reading this incomprehensible poem, Mr. Xu closed his eyes and stopped talking, and waved his hand to me, meaning you can leave.
I hesitated several times, but finally stopped talking and gently closed the door.
Is there anyone who doesn’t believe it?
Let me tell you, Mr. Ma, a certain great collector, told a story. There is an original video on the Internet. If you want to know more about it, you can check it out. It is very interesting. Just search for the words "Ma XX talks about antique paintings". )
It is said that around 1995, a person named Liu bought a "countryside picture" from the Song Dynasty. This painting is a national treasure and an orphan. It was also recorded in the Shiqu Baoji on the list of lost items in the Qing Dynasty.
After this person bought the painting, it is said that he hired five top masters to copy the countryside picture. They were one person who painted the picture, one person who wrote the inscription, one person who framed it, and one person who carved the seal. The whole picture was aged. of a person.
In the end, a total of eight identical copies were made, and one was sold to a domestic celebrity collector for 7.8 million.
There were still seven paintings left, so the man surnamed Liu found seven people and sold the paintings in seven different countries. The total price was said to be more than 60 million, and a world-famous museum also accepted one. This was back in the late 1990s.
One day, something happened.
Among them, a big collector in the United States sent this painting to Sotheby's for auction.
Sotheby's printed a pre-auction brochure and sent it to major collectors around the world. As a result, the other seven buyers were dumbfounded when they saw the brochure!
This unique painting is obviously in my hands, why did it go abroad?
The last time I checked, they were all the same damn thing. They were all fakes.
Mr. Ma spoke in a vague way, saying that it was faked by five people. In fact, where did these five people come from?
It was done by one person from start to finish!
The person who made the countryside pictures was Xu Xiaobo, the secret hand in Jiamusi Mental Hospital.
Also, this treasure poem is true.
Mr. Xu made a big joke on me. I went to Nanjing several times, but maybe I didn't get the chance. So far, I haven't found the treasure location described in his death poem.
I'm giving you the opportunity. If you trust me, you won't lose anything, right? If you don't believe it, throw it away.
Having said that, as soon as I came out of the old man's ward, I saw a group of people forcing a person into a corner at the entrance of the cafeteria.
"You are quarreling with me! Sixth! I bet twenty yuan! How come you can give me fifty cents if you win! Tell me! How did you become the banker!"
Another person yelled angrily: "That's right! I only won 15 cents! You, the banker, can't afford to lose and let me cause trouble!"
"Ouch! Brothers! I am so unjust!"
The banker named Lao Liu said aggrievedly: "This banker is so stupid that one person bet five dollars and win! You all won! But we can only share the five dollars together! What can I do as a banker?" ? You can’t post it upside down!”
I was secretly happy as I listened, thinking that this is the fate of being a gambling dog.
Lao Liu said excitedly: "If you don't believe me, you can do the math for yourself! Count forty people. Forty people will be divided into five yuan! How much can one person get? So, it has nothing to do with me."
After saying that, he forced his way out of the encirclement, whistled and went to the chess and card room, leaving only the confused people there, with their heads lowered and counting on their fingers.
I walked to the bathroom door, and he suddenly turned around and ran to me.
He smiled and said, "Brother, do you have anything to do?"
I asked what happened?
"It's okay. It's still early before going to bed. How about we go fight two landlords? Do you know how to play?"
"Okay, let's pass the time," I laughed.
When we went to the chess and card room, he invited another man to play Landlords with me, and the game was for one dollar.
"One five, it's your turn brother."
I looked at the racquets in my hand, threw two out and said, "Wang Zha, do you want them?"
"What a fool! How can I afford you, the king? Hurry up and leave."
"Blow up, four ten."
"Shunzi."
"You're gone now?"
I spread my hands and said no more.
"I'll go! Brother, what kind of card are you talking about! Can anyone else play with it? Give it, give it!"
With cigarettes in their mouths and a look of reluctance, they each threw me two dollars.
"Brother Six, can I have a smoke? My cigarette is in the room." I said.
"Smoke it, smoke it."
So I lit the root and started puffing away.
I played three games at the beginning, and I won three games in a row, with some blowing up. I received a total of twelve yuan.
Before the fourth game started, I touched my belly and said, "Brother Six, I'm going to the toilet. Wait for me. Let's continue when you come back soon."
As soon as I walked to the door, a playing card suddenly flew over from the air and was inserted into the wooden door with a bang!
Just like a blade! This should be a flying card.
"Brother...we don't want to leave just after winning..."
My expression didn't change, I turned around and said with a smile: "Whoever runs away has no parents. Why don't you, Sixth Brother, go to the toilet with me?"
"Hey, that's no need. Just go ahead and come back quickly. We'll be waiting for you."
I came out and spit on the ground, thinking you should just wait.
I've never eaten pork but I've seen pigs run away. It's just a matter of three things. First let me win three times, and then start giving out thousands, and join forces to squeeze all the money out of me. This is the old routine of Qianmen Landao.
I went directly to Ward 402.
"Master Qin, I'll buy a pack of cigarettes."
"Only the official hall, twenty."
"The price of these cigarettes is eighty cents a box. You can make them cheaper, Mr. Qin. I'll give them ten yuan."
"Haha... OK, ten yuan, just ten yuan."
Mr. Qin took out a pack of cigarettes from under the bed, threw it to me and whispered: "Young man, I just received internal news that your new roommate will be arriving soon. Do you know what to do? Don't let him delay us." Big deal."
I nodded and whispered: "Don't worry, if he dares to enter my house, I will kill him."
Mr. Qin patted me on the shoulder and said, "Okay, if this master is difficult to deal with, I will help you solve it secretly."
The conditions in Mr. Qin's ward were better than those of the rest of us. Not only did it have a bed, but also a table and a wardrobe. There was an old alarm clock on his table. When the alarm clock was ticking, I glanced at it. It was less than half past ten. Two hours.
"Da da," suddenly someone knocked twice on the door.
"Master Qin, it's me."
"Come in."
"What's the matter, Fourth Brother?" The person who came was the buddy who helped me steal the keys that day.
He glanced at me and said, "Master Xu just left."
Hearing this, Mr. Qin did not show much shock on his face. Instead, he raised his head and asked, "How do people leave?"
The fourth child replied: "Bite your tongue and commit suicide."
"Hey...Old Xu, Old Xu, you still took the first step after all."
"Mr. Qin, there is one more thing. I heard that Qu means that Mr. Xu will be taken to the crematorium outside overnight and cremated."
I immediately frowned and asked, "Why? Isn't the rule that the bodies should be sent to the cold storage for a year and a half before being disposed of?"
"Why else," Master Qin said: "This guy named Qu has a small belly. He used to be just a wild dog raised in the club. He got a position in the hospital management by sucking up and giving gifts. He did this just to show us. The intention is not to contradict him and kill the chicken to scare the monkeys."
After hearing this, I angrily cursed: "This guy is so fucking petty! Everyone knows that Mr. Qin and Daowazi are as close as grandsons. If he does this, they won't be able to stay together even after death."
"I'll go find him and reason!"
Master Qin seemed to want to advise me, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just sighed heavily.
I know, he has his difficulties,
Then I will come, and I will live up to the gift Master Qin gave me before he died.
When I arrived at the duty room, I saw Manager Qu sitting on a chair eating instant noodles. I knocked on the door twice and said with a smile, "Boss, you have a good appetite."
He kept using his chopsticks, blowing air, and said impatiently: "What are you doing?"
I said: "It's not a big deal, boss. Don't cremate Mr. Xu's body. It's too troublesome. You can ask me to help put it in the freezer. This will save you trouble."
He lit a cigarette, pointed at me and said, "You just came here, why? You have a good relationship with them?"
After saying that, he put down the instant noodle bowl, but accidentally knocked the cigarette on the table and dropped it to the ground.
I hurriedly ran over, bent down to pick up the cigarette case, and quietly pressed a hundred-dollar bill hidden in my hand under the cigarette case.
Others sat motionless on their stools. I knew this meant that they were too little.
So I gritted my teeth and added another one.
"Haha, um, Wu Feng, let's do this as you say."
So, at around 9 o'clock that night, I helped Mr. Xu clean his face and dispose of his and Daowazi's bodies. They became neighbors. They were not born on the same day in the same year, but they died on the same day in the same year.
As soon as 10 o'clock arrived, everyone went back to their rooms and the doors were locked on time.
Fireworks can be seen outside the window.
Fireworks bloomed in the sky, and it felt very far away. It should be the center of Jiamusi, and it happened to be the night of New Year's Eve.
I messed up my hair, pulled my pants out, and smiled in the mirror, making myself look like a pervert.
At 10:30, there was a sudden commotion outside the corridor, accompanied by a man's hysterical shouting.
"Let me go! I don't want to live here! If you dare to touch me, you will die!"
"I'm not sick! I'm the King of Yinchuan! Did you hear that? I'm the King of Yinchuan!"
Hearing this inexplicably familiar voice, I opened my mouth wide and froze.
I instantly recalled the words he whispered in my ear two years ago.
