"What are you doing while lying there?"

Seeing that I had no response for a long time, the fat man walked over with a kettle...

At this time, my face turned pale. I looked at the patterns on the ground and the rotation in my mind, and wanted to find out what connection there would be between the two.

Seeing my strangeness, the fat man stopped asking, but took the envelope from me and looked at it.

After looking at it a few times, the fat man also found the problem with the pattern. "Damn, it's the same." He glared at me again, "What is it written inside?"

At this time, I was sorting out all the information I had in the past and had no time to answer the fat man.

So the fat man opened the letter and read it.

More than ten minutes later, he finished reading the letter. "Your family's affairs are so complicated. Where is this all involved? What ship?"

After thinking about those things in my mind, I found that I actually couldn't figure out the truth.

The reason is actually very simple, because I don’t have a clue to follow.

Although there are many things in front of me, these things are all scattered. For example, the pattern in front of me appears here and in that letter, which looks like a clue, but I have no way to start with how to find the connection between them.

Recently, I have actually learned a lot of things, and the most useful one is the fat man's very practical surname.

So, I didn't continue to think deeper, but began to think about what I should do if I wanted to figure out these things.

After thinking about it this way, I think there is still a way.

First of all, I can be sure that the whole thing is Dad. Or our Yuan family is a direct participant. So, the first person who can answer my questions is Dad.

Then when I thought about it, there was only one person left in my mind.

peanut.

I have a feeling that peanuts appear for a very important thing, and the thing he wants to accomplish contains many problems: the map of mountains and rivers in all directions, our old Yuan family, the big girl, the Daluo Feng Shui, three-day hiding...

He may not be able to fully answer my doubts, but as long as I figure out what he is going to do, then this game will definitely reveal a rough outline in front of me.

The more I discovered something, the more I became convinced that my father, the old fox, would never tell me all the truth.

I wouldn't say that he would lie to me, but what he would tell me must be marginal problems.

So my conclusion was very simple - even if I was fighting, I had to keep up with the clue of peanuts. Only with him can I understand the truth.

"Let's go." I grabbed the letter from the fat man and stood up.

"Fuck, what are you doing?" The fat man still held the photo in the envelope.

"Find the way to get out of here and find peanuts and the others."

"We must find a way out. But you can wait for Fatty to take a breath." After saying that, the fat man raised the photo high and looked at it very seriously, and asked me to hold the flashlight closer.

I thought it was time to take a break first, let alone the fat man had shed so much blood. I was also very tired.

"Then how long do you think we will rest in this ghost place?"

"What's the hurry?" The fat man turned around and glanced at me, and continued to look at the photos. "This is still far from your Fat Master's record. I'll talk about it when I get this photo done."

I was stunned when I heard this.

"What's done?"

After a while, the fat man put the photo off his head and said to me: "If Fatty, I guessed this photo correctly, it must have been specially treated, so it will be like this."

"I thought you had any opinions, isn't this nonsense? It's been exposed like this, what else should I do?"

"If you don't understand, don't say so hard."

The fat man put the photo in front of me, "Touch the white places on this to see if there is anything special."

I looked at the fat man in confusion, not knowing what he was selling, but I still told him that I put my hand on and touched it carefully.

After a while, I found that in addition to being a little wet, my fingers also felt the grainy feeling of the matte shell of a mobile phone.

This is strange. Logically speaking, the exposed photos should feel the same as those that have not been exposed. Why does this photo show a feeling that something seems to be attached to it?

After hearing what I said, the fat man immediately said, "Yes, this photo is covered with a layer of things."

"What?" I took the photo and groped carefully, "Do you know what is covered on it?"

The fat man showed a confident expression, "Now few people know about this method, but in the late Qing Dynasty, many eunuchs in the palace used this method to trade antiques with foreigners."

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the country was in danger, and at that time, many rules were gone. At that time, those foreigners plundered antiques from the land of China. Tomb robbers were rampant across the country, and countless antiques were sold openly and secretly.

In the inner courtyard of the palace, many people were considering themselves. Some powerful eunuchs would always steal a few things from the palace and sell them to foreigners.

But this is at the risk of beheading, so the eunuchs acted very carefully.

Before the transaction, they would take pictures of the things in their hands with the camera at that time, or let someone draw them. First, hand over the paintings or photos to those foreigners. After the foreigners have seen them, they will ticle the things they want on it, mark their bids, and then hand over the photos.

After a few round trips, a transaction of stealing antiques was finalized.

In this, for safety reasons, the eunuchs would use a secret medicine from the palace to soak the photos and paintings first. After they were dried, the patterns on them were gone, and they looked just a piece of white paper.

Those who know the details will solve the problem as long as they deal with it.

"I don't know what kind of secret medicine is made, but I used to hear an old man tell me how to get rid of those things."

I was very excited when I heard the fat man say this. I didn’t see much of this letter, but the photos are different. It’s an intuitive thing.

"What should we do? We don't have much to wash."

"No need." said the fat man, "You and I have something to remove this layer of secret medicine."

"Ah?" I was confused by the fat man.

The fat man didn't continue to explain to me anymore, and put the photo on the ground, and then began to take off his briefs in front of me.

I thought to myself, this person is really sick, and the same is true last time. Why did this guy like the bright guy when it comes to critical moments?

Just as I was thinking, the fat man urinated on the photo. I realized that the thing he was talking about was urine...)
Chapter completed!