It took nearly a week to recover from the continuous running... When I was taking a shower, I found that I was black, my hair grew longer, and my body became much stronger.

If it were before, I would definitely be excited to take a photo of myself and upload it to my blog, so that my fat and big-eared college classmates would be envious. But now, I have no feeling at all.

In the past few days, except for eating, drinking, sleeping, the only thing I did was to read books. In that week, I probably read more books than I had in the past twenty-five years. I used to think that if there is anything between people, it would be great to talk. Why are so many people who like to read books? It's so troublesome. After reading some books, I realized that reading is actually a feeling more important.

To be honest, after putting down those historical books, I actually didn't remember anything. However, the extremely relaxed feeling when I was flipping the books was imprinted in my heart. When reading, I could put down everything in my heart, follow the words on the book, and let the author take me to experience various feelings without any intention.

The holidays were so slowly that I almost forgot a few days later, I would go to Xinjiang with my father and others. Once people relaxed, they didn’t want to think about those complicated things. I even didn’t want to go to the “Snow Forbidden City of Fantasy”. But this is how I am. I have ideas, no decisions, and hesitated. Many things became “a broken pot and let it go” after a while in my mind.

It was about to fall, and the weather was much cooler. At noon that day, I wandered around to a shopping mall aimlessly and wanted to buy myself two sets of autumn clothes. I was going to pass the time, but I didn't expect that in less than ten minutes, I bought all the things I wanted to buy.

When I was at the entrance of the mall, I saw a familiar back. I was shocked and shouted casually: "Peanuts."

The man turned his head and I realized that I had admitted my mistake.

After saying a simple apology, I suddenly felt very strange. I felt a little missed by the mysterious and unbelievable things that had been around in my life and death.

On the way back, I kept smiling bitterly, thinking that I was really uneasy. After a few days of comfort, I started to itch again.

When I arrived at the door of my house, I saw a big man wearing a black jacket standing at the door of my house. I didn't know what he was doing, so I stood there and twisted, with my legs clamped.

I thought I couldn't be here to post small advertisements, right? So I coughed twice to see what the person reacted.

When the black jacket turned around, I glared at me and suddenly screamed: "Fatty Cao! How did you find my house?"

I met the fat man who was so handsome and so cool. But he didn't know if he had a stomachache or something. After seeing me, although he was excited, he bent his waist down.

"What's wrong with you?"

The fat man's face turned red, "Damn, why are you talking so much nonsense? Open the door, I'm almost peeing in the corridor."

I smiled bitterly and thought to myself that I haven't seen each other for ten days, but the style of taking off my pants when I meet you still hasn't changed.

As soon as he opened the door, the fat man's face turned green.

"Damn, why do you live in such a big house alone? Damn, where is the toilet?"

After the fat man finally finished peeing, he came out of the toilet with a look of pleasure. He took off his shoes and raised his legs to the table in front of him.

I took some beer and food from the refrigerator and threw it on the table, kicked him and asked, "How do you know I live here?"

"Didn't your father ask me to come here to find you? Don't you know?" The fat man said and opened a can of beer.

I shook my head and asked, "Did he tell you everything?"

The fat man smiled, "Nonsense, I'm not greasy, why are you here for you..."

This time, the fat man was hired by my father. My father asked him to come to me for two days first. When they were ready, we set out directly from Yanjing.

Fatty is also a character in the industry. He disappears for a few days first so that others will not be targeted.

The fat man looked around while drinking, "Your house is in good condition, but there is nothing good to eat and drink nearby, and I don't know how long it will take to hold it here."

"You can go back if you don't want to. Damn, come here and live without bringing some changes. Don't steal my underwear to wear when the time comes." I said casually.

The fat man didn't care, and suddenly asked me mysteriously: "I heard someone say a few days ago that your father and his group had something to do in Shanxi. How about it? Many people died, right?"

I don’t want to think about that matter now. I always feel that I have harmed Yao Hui, so I casually told Fatty. The Fatty didn’t feel disappointed and continued to say to me: “After I came back from Wenzhou, I have been asking about those things for you.”

I was stunned, "What are you asking me about?"

"Hey, isn't it just the things in the envelope in your pocket? We don't know those things, but there may not be any traces on the road."

As soon as the fat man said this, I immediately became interested. "Then have you found out?"

"A lot of words have been released, but there is no reply yet, but I have a look at that thing."

“Which one?”

"Just the pattern we saw in the circular corridor next to the corpse pit, there was one printed on your envelope."

After the fat man finished speaking, I went back to the bedroom and took out the envelope.

After putting it on the table, the fat man looked at it and said with certainty: "That's right, that's it."

"Do you know where this pattern comes from?"

"I don't know the specifics, but there is an old man from the south who is over 90 years old. He said that he had seen him in Shanghai when he was young. After many years, I was afraid that he would remember it wrong, but the old man insisted that he would never forget it even if he died. This pattern is the mark of a opera troupe in Shanghai."

"The opera troupe?" I frowned.

The fat man continued, "I thought it later, and I thought it might be true. The old man said, "It was a Yue Opera team. When I was half-dead in the ancient tomb, I heard Yue Opera too? It happened that this pattern appeared on the ground, and there must be a reason."

I nodded, "By the way, why has that old man not forgotten this mark after so many years?"

"Because that the opera troupe was popular in Shanghai for a while, the old man was a small-scale Luo at that time, and he spent all day selling cigarettes and newspapers in the theater. At that time, there was the most popular actress in the opera troupe, named "Hua Liuyue", which was very beautiful. Many people went for her at that time. Later, a rich second-generation fell in love with the woman. After the performance, he knelt on the ground and proposed to Hua Liuyue. Who knew that Hua Liuyue refused, and the young master became popular at that time. When he stepped forward, he attacked Hua Liuyue. No one around dared to do so.

It was stopped, and the boy wanted to force Hua Liuyue to agree to him, but he refused to die. Hey, the young master felt that he had lost face and was angry. In front of hundreds of people in the theater, he took off Hua Liuyue's robe. Including the old man, everyone inside saw Hua Liuyue's body. Hua Liuyue was a woman, so he naturally covered her chest with his hands and turned her back to everyone. At this time, those people saw that her back was full of tattoos, and the whole pattern was exactly the same as the marks of their opera troupe..."

It is necessary to say that Yue Opera is the most representative Jiangnan opera, which emphasizes beauty and dignity, so women's expressiveness is more suitable for this type of opera. Men are not very popular. In fact, the development of Yue Opera is indeed supported by many women. The female actors in Yue Opera are basically played by women in the cross-dressing scene, among which Yin Guifang, the founder of Yin School, is the most famous.

In the year before the liberation of Laoshang, the country was in trouble with internal and external troubles. At that time, whether it was the opera troupe or other people who traveled around the world, there were more or less some gang names in it.

As long as you have a little fame, even the opera troupe will have its own mark. Those things are actually not very useful, they just have a deterrent effect on people who are weaker than themselves.

The old man told the fat man that those who watched the show thought the mark of the show was very strange. Someone had inquired about it, but there was no news at all. After seeing it on Hualiuyue's back, everyone was shocked.

The rich young master was also scared. At that time, people who could have tattoos of this kind were usually very powerful behind them, and when Hua Liuyue was performing, it seemed even more strange that she tattooed such things.

Everyone was talking about it, and then they parted in dissatisfaction. But the old man said that the night after the incident, the rich young man and everyone in his family disappeared from Shanghai. It was also a big family in Shanghai at that time, and it was a big controversy, but after the police station investigated, he did not find any involvement with the troupe. Therefore, the troupe performed the same show, but after fighting there, no one saw Hua Liuyue again.

"How did the troupe go?" I asked quickly.

The fat man curled his lips, "The old man went to Shandong with his family not long ago, and he never returned to Shanghai again, and he didn't know."

I felt a pity in my heart, this is definitely a very important clue.

But when I thought about it carefully, I felt so blocked. The pattern was a mark of a Yue Opera team. It was nothing strange that the fat man caught the ghost of Hua Liuyue in Zhuge Ke's tomb. It was not a problem. What I couldn't understand the most was how it appeared in the letter Liu Jinsun wrote to my grandfather?

After discussing with the fat man for a while, we came up with a guess.

This pattern may be the symbol of a big gang, and whether it is the Yue Opera team where Hua Liuyue is, my grandfather or Liu Jinsun, they are all related to this gang. This symbol is likely to be a proof of identity for these people, such as Tiandihui's left foot and right foot to Qingming.

This thing is interesting. My grandfather and Liu Jinsun must be hereditary tomb robbers. A Yue Opera team, can those people also be tomb robbers? Their morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor have developed comprehensively. Not only are they first-class in digging graves, but they also have a good voice that can sensation in Shanghai. While being a thief, they also require the sublimation of artistic realm?

"This is news. If you really want to know, after we come back this time, I will accompany you to Shanghai to increase the national consumption limit." The fat man said.

I sighed, "Fatty, why are you so many ways to find out about this kind of old sesame and bad meat?"

The fat man smiled mysteriously: "What's this? I sue you, there's more than that in my hand?"

"What else have you found out?" I was immediately excited as I looked at the fat man's fingers knocking on the envelope on the table.

The fat man lit a cigarette, leisurely took the photo out of the envelope, and pointed to the middle-aged man wearing strange gloves at the edge.

"It's this person."

I almost jumped up from the couch, "Did you find out who this person is?"

My heart was beating wildly, and I couldn't help but look at the person in the photo.

Now that grandpa is dead, I am unlikely to see Liu Jinsun again no matter what the situation is. To untie the information hidden in the photo, the only possibility is this man wearing weird gloves.

The photo he looked much younger than his grandfather at that time. In other words, he might still be alive.

The fat man exhaled and said, "I also heard some news by chance. I don't know who this person is, but someone told me that he had seen such gloves in a secret room where a friend's house collects antiques. But I couldn't show him the photo, and I'm not sure if it was just that thing, but the appearance of the glove he described should be similar to the one in this photo."

I was suddenly a little discouraged, "Absolutely? Tsk, this photo is so blurry, that's a long way off."

"Listen to me." The fat man gave me a blank look. "The man told me that the man with that glove is very perverted. He likes to collect some weird things the most, and that glove is his most proud collection, and he looks more heavy than anything else. The coincidence is that it is a 'six-finger glove' worn on his right hand."

When I heard this, my scalp almost exploded.

Six fingers...how could it be linked to this?

I looked at the photo and wanted to take a closer look at the shape of the gloves. But first of all, the photo was too blurry, and secondly, the man's right hand wearing gloves was pressing on the coffin below, and it was black, and there was no trace of a few fingers at all.

The fat man knew what I was thinking again and said, "No need to look at it. I can't see it on it. Now there is such a clue. We can at least make an assumption. Just think about it, what can this problem be explained if this person's glove is indeed six fingers."

I thought about it carefully, and immediately looked at the fat man and said, "It means that he and my father and our Yuan family may be related to blood."

"By the way, then think about it again, are there anyone like this among your grandfathers?"

I frowned, "No, didn't I know even my father's six fingers? When I called the surname Yiji, I didn't hear that my grandfather had any brothers."

But when I think about it, I feel something is wrong.

The tomb robbers of our Yuan family belongs to the family's surname. Whether it is the current clerk of my father or Liu Jinsun, I have a relative relationship with me. Since this person is from the same group as my grandfather and Liu Jinsun, even if I don't know, I can be sure that he should be from the Yuan family. If he also has six fingers, then the blood relationship between him and my father may be very close.

But this inference must be based on the fact that the person's right hand is indeed six fingers.

I immediately asked, "Fatty, then can you see that glove through your friend?"

The fat man shook his head, "I thought of it for a long time, but he also said that the person who collected this glove is a big man and is not visible to ordinary people at all. And if he leaked the other party's information, others might have ruined him, so the guy would not tell me if he beat him to death."

"What should I do?" I couldn't help but feel anxious again.

"Don't be discouraged. This is better than that of those without clues. We have a look now, so we are not afraid of not having a chance. And I think it's better to start with that pattern."

"Why?"

"Tsk, why are you so careless? Think about it, if we guessed correctly, that is to say, your father concealed this person who also has six fingers from you. Such coincidences can only happen in very close kinship. If you have too much movement, your father will definitely know that at that time, you will not be able to hide the fact that you are hiding this letter."

The fat man said it very well. I think that my father's reluctance to tell me his plan may have something to do with some weirdness within our Yuan family. At the same time, I realized that I was really a long way from the complete truth.
To be continued...