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Chapter 160 The Corpse Seller (Part 1)

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    I lifted my nose and sniffed, only to smell the fragrance of makeup powder, so I said, "These five actors don't wear too much makeup, do they?"

    Zhao Yu shook his head and said, "No, it's not the smell of powder." Then, he squatted down, sniffed carefully, and then said, "It's the smell of pine. The reason why I am familiar with this smell is because the pine trees in my hometown are special.  A lot. I once spent my childhood in a small mountain village, and I have a deep memory of the scent of pine trees."

    When he said this, I was even more puzzled: the smell of pine, could it be that these five people have been to places where pine trees are dense?  or what?  I like pine-flavored spices, so I bought them in groups?

    "What does this mean?" I wondered.

    However, Zhao Yu turned to Wu Dan and asked, "Uncle Wu, do you know what poison has a pine scent?"

    Wu Dan shook his head and said: "That's not true. However, some elixirs need rosin to make up. Maybe these people are taking some medicine?"

    Zhao Yu pondered and said: "This can only be concluded after further investigation."

    After working with Zhao Yu for a long time, I suddenly remembered that the real purpose of coming out this time was to find the stall owner in the ghost market and ask where the female corpse came from.

    So I decided to part ways with Zhao Yu first, and went to the ghost market with Wu Dan to find the stall owner.

    The two of us ate first, and waited until almost nine o'clock in the evening, when the ghost market was really lively, then we got in, and looked for the so-called bowl and dish stall that Jin Shilan mentioned from among the stalls.

    I have only heard about places like ghost cities, and have never seen them with my own eyes.  There is no such thing in my hometown, but there are many ghost markets in Beijing and Tianjin.  There are also many legends about the ghost city.

    According to Wu Dan, the prototype of the ghost market was formed about a few decades or a hundred years ago. Some fellow villagers who fled from Hebei, Yanshan, Cangzhou and other places to Tianjin gradually gathered in the Xiguangkai area of ??Tianjin.  Picking up junk for a living, and staying at night in a shed built by himself.  Some of the things I picked up were unusable for a while, so I took them out and exchanged them with others, and sometimes I could exchange them for some money.  That's what it means to barter.

    Later, this kind of business became more and more prosperous, so people who came to exchange items began to mix together.

    For example, some thieves also take the things they steal at night to sell in ghost markets.  And because this kind of transaction is usually completed before dawn, the people nearby named this place a ghost market, and after coming and going, the name of the ghost market spread.  Later, ghost markets began to open in various areas of Tianjin.  However, in recent years, new buildings have sprung up in Tianjin, and there have been fewer ghost markets.  There are all kinds of things in the ghost market.  However, I think this kind of chaotic and lack of effective management spontaneous market will probably not escape the fate of being banned by the Urban Construction Bureau in the end.  However, if the ghost market is sentenced to death in this light, I believe the people will not agree.  The ghost market is actually a place full of life and close to the people.  I wandered around for a while, and found this ghost market to be really interesting. Here, I can understand the lives of the common people and find old items with the glory of the old days. It is more interesting than visiting the same large supermarkets.  I looked down at the various stalls. There were students who came to buy comic books, literary youths who bought old movie magazines, and some people who came to buy extremely cheap literary and ideological books, old-age paintings, revolutionary posters, and old handicrafts.

    Of course, the hustle and bustle of the ghost market is only limited before twelve o'clock.  Some ghost markets open before dawn.  That is to say, there are still people setting up stalls from twelve o'clock to dawn.  But as time changed, after twelve o'clock, there were fewer people in the ghost market, and other "things" gradually increased.  There are many supernatural rumors about the ghost market, saying that after twelve o'clock, ghosts will come to buy things.  Although the legend may not be true, I always feel that onlookers are a common attribute of humans and ghosts.  Doing business in the middle of the night, some lonely ghosts who like to be lively will wander in it, so let's take a look.  Some of them may not have any malicious intentions, but because of their lingering in the world.

    We walked and chatted, and soon found a stall selling dishes.  The booth was laid out quite large, with various dishes lined up in front, and behind it was a huge propped up tent.  A thin middle-aged man yelled in front of the booth: "Hey, sir, just wait for a while, the price is easy to negotiate!"

    The old man in front with his hands behind his back turned his head and said, "Just a few broken bowls in your pocket, and you still need a red ticket?? Why don't I go to the supermarket to buy them?"

    The stall owner said with a hippie smile: "Master, come here first, let's discuss it."

    So, the old man walked over, and the two discussed for a while.  Wu Dan and I watched from the side, and I asked Wu Dan, "I reckon it should be this person."

    Wu Dan nodded and said, "Almost."

    We waited for the old man to leave before we walked up to the stall owner.  The stall owner looked up at us,He asked, "What do you two want?"

    Although the question was kind, his eyes kept rolling.

    Wu Dan smiled and said, "Boss, we won't talk nonsense with you. We are Jin Shilan's friends, and we want to ask you how that female corpse got here."

    The stall owner was taken aback for a moment, then returned to his original hippie smile: "What are you two talking about, I don't understand."

    I thought to myself, this kid probably thinks we are the police, and they are here to investigate him for buying and selling ancient corpses.  If I say I'm a policeman, then this kid probably won't admit it.  However, after thinking about it for a while, I didn't know how to formulate words for him.

    At this time, Wu Dan said to the stall owner with a serious face: "The two of us are Jin Shilan's friends. You know who she is, and you also know the level of friends she knows."

    As soon as I heard this, I thought Wu Dan was going over again.  What kind of rich man is this guy pretending to be?

    The stall owner is a mercenary. Hearing this, he looked at us suspiciously.  Wu Dan said with a smile: "We father and son are born to like to make some antiques. How about this, let's go into the shed and talk?"

    The stall owner thought for a while and nodded.  So the three of us went into the shed.  Wu Dan continued to make up nonsense: "We, father and son, like to collect some ancient relics, especially rare ancient corpses. Many people want this kind of thing, and the price is quite high. I heard from my friend that you sold it to her.  one?"

    The stall owner sighed: "Actually, I didn't get it, it was our two friends. They asked me to help change hands, because something happened last time, and the higher-ups investigated closely, and neither of them dared to show up.  I understand. When Boss Jin found me last time, those two friends just came back and brought back such a thing, I thought it was a good deal, so I sold it to her directly. "

    When I heard the words, my heart moved: Damn, that stick really didn¡¯t tell us the truth.  She came here to buy this on purpose, and it wasn't something that was stopped by someone and forced to sell it to her.

    Wu Dan asked: "Then do your two friends have anything else to sell?"

    The stall owner said: "It's strange to say, I haven't seen them coming these days, maybe they are going to avoid the limelight. If the boss wants to buy, come later."

    Wu Dan sighed in disappointment: "It's a pity, I thought I found the right way."

    As he spoke, he thanked the boss, handed him another pack of cigarettes, and pretended to be disappointed to leave.  The stall owner hesitated for a while, and when we walked out of the shed, he shouted: "Boss, my two friends live nearby. Have you seen the bungalow behind this ghost market? They live there, No. 23, go and have a look."  .I don¡¯t have time these days, and I don¡¯t want to go.¡±

    Wu Dan immediately took me away with great gratitude.  After walking a little further, I asked Wu Dan: "You said the owner of the stall looked very smart, why didn't you doubt our identity? What if it's the police?"

    Wu Dan pursed his lips and said: "I have to ask your policemen. Arresting people is very brutal. When they are caught in the police station, they will be beaten and beaten. They will be recruited for everything. Why do you need to ask so lowly and pretentiously?"

    I curled my lips: "Master, I didn't torture the prisoner."

    Wu Dan said with a smile: "So you will be a low-level policeman."

    The two of us walked to the bungalow area behind the ghost city, and suddenly felt that it was dark around us.  This is a broken place with no street lights.

    These are a few narrow streets, some of which are still bungalows to be demolished, and the conditions are very bad.  And looking at it like this, one of the streets and a row of houses are about to be demolished, and there is a big word "demolition" written on the wall.  I have always thought that the demolition office is the most efficient government department in our country.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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