Mortal Prison Chapter 1: Nanshan Tomb

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Inverted fighting, a profession hidden in dark corners, has become a hot topic of conversation in recent years due to several novels and film and television works, and it can be said that it is well known to everyone.

When I had nothing to do, I also searched for a couple of articles online, but most of them were not interesting.

Why do you say that?

Because I am an inveterate person, I am well versed in the art, and I am aware of the gap between art and reality.

Of course, most of the time I don't like this title. After all, it's not an honorable thing. Digging up graves is annoying, and you might even get caught by the police and have to eat peanuts, so I always use it as a title. Craftsman considers himself.

I have been working in this industry since I was fourteen years old, and I have been working in this industry for seven years. I am not very old, but everyone in the industry knows me, Ye Xiaojiu.

I don’t have many glamorous reasons for doing this, it all comes down to one word - poverty.

My father died when I was in the first year of junior high school, and my mother could not afford to support us two brothers.

So, my younger brother continued to go to school, and I, the eldest, dropped out of school and worked to support the family.

It was difficult to find a job at that age. I wandered around my hometown for three months with nowhere to go. Finally, after being introduced by a fellow villager, I went to Guangzhou alone to work in a black brick kiln.

There, for the first time, I came into contact with the "craftsmen" of this industry - three honest and honest farmers.

Most of the people who work in this industry are of this caliber. They are not poor and have no rice to cook, so no one would make a living in such an unscrupulous way.

These three brothers burned bricks in a brick kiln with me, and lived in a colored steel house with me. They worked together at night and forced me to listen to their plan. I listened to their plan and then followed it.

No way, the three brothers showed a ferocity that was completely inconsistent with their appearance. If I didn't follow suit, they would definitely dig a hole and dig them to death.

That’s how I stepped onto the pirate ship.

In the beginning, I just served as a sentry for them, and I was able to get some small money to spend afterwards. Gradually I tasted the benefits, and from then on I couldn't control it. I worked in various places, working during the day and digging holes at night.

In the past seven years, I have met all kinds of people in this industry.

For a blue and white jar, I can smash my brother’s head into pieces with a hammer...

There are also poor people who were drugged to death by their wives after making money, and then their wives took the money and ran away with their concubines...

There is also the unlucky guy who was eaten by the buyer and cut into pieces and fed to the dogs...

There are countless such things, as if there is really retribution in the dark, and it is rare to end well.

So I washed my hands, returned to my hometown, rented a few acres of land, and took advantage of the favorable policies to become a farmer. I just wanted to change my life, but I still didn't dare to go home, for fear that my family would suffer along with me.

My hometown has been dormant for a year, and life is just getting better. I am eagerly looking forward to the autumn harvest, when a travel-worn guest comes to the door.

This is a beautiful woman, very young, in her twenties. I know her. Her name is Ni Huang. She is a very proud person, which matches her name very well. She is as arrogant as a little phoenix.

When she entered the door, she only said one sentence - Professor Qin disappeared a month ago. The last place he appeared was just south of Guanlui Mountain next to our hometown. He asked me to figure out what to do.

After that, she left.

It's that simple.

But I can't sit still.

Professor Qin is an archaeologist, a person who has devoted his life to academics. In my eyes, he is a big shot and has culture, and I admire him very much. He has been studying the history of mankind before the Qin Dynasty, and he does things in an eclectic way. He doesn't mind those of us who dig graves and dig holes. As long as we steal things and don't sell them overseas, he won't report us, and will go with us from time to time." See and learn.”

In his words, even if the tomb robbers have not been controlled for thousands of years, there will always be poor people who cannot survive and take desperate risks. It will not help if he reports a few people. It is better to sneak into us. He can follow any big tombs. Going down, he records cultural traces and we seek wealth.

Why a person with a legitimate identity would do this is beyond comprehension for a rough guy like me. I just accept money. This thing is real.

He and I went to the grave once, and we got to know each other gradually after that. He often advised me that life is too long to live like this.

How to live? I don't understand, but I like dealing with him.

He was patient, taught me culture, and took me to meet many literate people. To me, he was both a teacher and a friend.

He disappeared and I had to do something.

I am a thief, but my heart is not broken.

I tossed and turned all night without falling asleep. The next day I entered Nanshan, where I found a large tomb. It seemed that it had not been stolen.

My intuition tells me that Professor Qin’s disappearance must be related to this place.

He is obsessed with historical research. Wherever there is a tomb, he must be there. Since he has been to Nanshan, and this is the only tomb here, how can his disappearance have nothing to do with this tomb?

After looking around for a while and not finding any clues, I decided to go to the grave.

Going to the grave is no small matter, you have to be prepared. Professor Qin has been missing for a month anyway, so there is no rush.

I knew very well that I couldn't do this kind of thing by myself, so I called a friend.

This man’s name is Xiao Hongbing, I call him Dabing, he is my childhood friend, he grew up with me, we are both from poor families, but he is even worse than me, his parents are all gone, and there is only one girl left to follow him , went to the south to work early, and it was he who introduced me to the black brick kiln that I joined. Later, I made a little fortune by playing tricks, and he was so jealous that he just followed me.

After so many years, the two of us have been through life and death, and I will trust him when I go to the pit.

Now that I have quit working, he has come back to farm with me, but he hasn’t found any land to outsource yet, so he just found a private house next to me to live in, became my neighbor, and looked for a girl every day. .

He is good at everything, but he is not good at this one. Every time he goes to the chicken coops and buildings in the countryside, he is not clear about it. His life is decadent. I see that he has a faint attitude of coming out of trouble. I When we found him, we hit it off immediately.

The next day, we went to check out the sites again.

Who knew that there were three or four craftsmen in a village called Nanwan on the edge of my hometown, and they were eyeing that place just like me.

No, it was a car crash.

We met each other during the second visit. We were all very clever in our moves. We knew what each other was doing when we saw each other's posture. We almost got angry, but in the end we were too worried about each other and gave up one after another.

I saw that those three or four craftsmen were also ruthless and would not end well in a head-on confrontation, so I softened my attitude and discussed that we would work together.

In order to find Professor Qin, I went out again and worked with other people. If I said there was no money, people wouldn’t believe me. It would be better to clearly state the price and set the conditions so that they would feel at ease.

Very cheap, isn't it?

But people in this industry are like this. This is illegal. As long as there is the slightest mistake, they dare to kill people.

Just like that, the matter was settled, and I eagerly counted the days on my fingers.

I have never stepped on that hole again. I am waiting at home for people from the South Bay to come find me, and I am not worried about them digging out the hole themselves.

Everyone who has seen the rules in the industry has their own rules.

If they dare to work alone today, I will dare to go to the bureau to order them tomorrow. Then, I will see if they can still be so happy when they go in to drink tea.

Don’t mention the morality of the world to me. Who wouldn’t take up legal weapons to protect themselves these days? After all, the rules that everyone in the industry has to share are not all about guarding against this. I have been up and down in the industry for eight years, so I naturally understand this. The people in Nanwan also understand it.

So, I'm not in a hurry.

Sure enough, just after August 15th, at dusk on the 17th, a Wuling Bread stopped at my door.

A man jumped out of the car. He was tall and thick, with a dark face. He looked very simple and wrinkled. He looked like a typical peasant uncle. He wore a forward cap crookedly on his head and wore an old green and yellow military uniform. , wearing rubber shoes on his feet, grinning at me and waving at me, his appearance was very deceptive.

But I know that this is not an easy master to get along with. Those in Nanwan all listen to him. His name is Brother Jun. He is a ruthless man. When he met me and the soldier at the first visit, he was in his arms. He followed us for more than ten miles with a watermelon knife in his pocket. If the soldier hadn't shown some skills, he might have found a deserted place and cut us down.

Seeing this, I put down what I was doing and walked out.

"Brother Xiaojiu, long time no see."

Brother Jun took out a box of Soft China, smoked a cigarette from it and handed it to me, and lit me up again.

The cigarette was lit, and I took a deep breath. Thick smoke came out of my mouth and nose. The smoke covered my face, making Brother Jun unable to see clearly for a moment. Then I glanced at the car - and two.

A man was wrapped in a cotton cloak, with a full beard and thick skin. His face was hard to recognize. He was sitting in the passenger seat smoking. Looking at his clothes, he was obviously well prepared. It was cold in the mountains, so he needed a cotton coat.

This man’s name is Huzi, and I’ve met him before.

The other one was unkempt, wearing rags and rags, and his body looked as shiny as any beggar on the street. He was sitting in the back seat and smirking at me.

This man’s name is Xiaoer, I’ve seen him before.

But, there is still one more to go.

So, I asked Brother Jun: "Where is the King of Hell?"

"Hey, it's over there in the pit."

Brother Jun said with a smile: "I've been staring at him for a while."

I nodded: "Okay, brother Jun, please wait in the car while I call my brother."

After saying that, I turned around and went to the next door to pull the soldier out of the woman's belly and steal the guy along the way.

It was a five-shot gun, commonly known as a gun. I sawed it off a heating pipe a long time ago, but I don’t like to get involved in human life, so instead of pouring iron beans into it, I poured oats instead. Wheat is a crop grown in this part of Shanxi. The wheat grains are covered with a piece of down, which is sprayed out with gunpowder in a large area. If the oats hit the body, it will burrow into the flesh on its own, causing great pain.

In Changsha the year before last, a soldier and a local gentleman over there were torn together. I shot the grandson in the buttocks, and then we ran away. Later, I heard someone said that the grandson’s **** were covered with I went to the hospital and the nurse took tweezers and pinched it out for three hours.

This time, I also brought this thing with me, just in case. These people in Nanwan are not easy to deal with, so I have to be careful.

After finishing packing, Da Bing and I went out, opened the car door and got into the car.

"Hey, wait!"

Unexpectedly, Brother Jun grabbed me at this time.

I looked back at Brother Jun and said in a joking tone: "Brother Jun? Don't tell me that you regretted it. You came here to inform me that you want to play alone."

"I understand the rules, but..."

Brother Jun hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Brother Xiaojiu, I have to explain something to you in advance so that you don't have to rely on me if something goes wrong later."

I frowned and said, "You said so."

Brother Jun had a dark face. He held it in for a long time before saying in a low voice: "That pit seems to be a pit..."

I am happy.

A pit, this is a jargon term, is a pit where unclean things are entrenched.

There is indeed such a saying in the industry.

For example, there are many similar legends about rice dumplings and black donkey hooves, and they are indeed called that way. The authors of those novels did not just come up with it out of thin air. They have done some research on it. At least they have listened carefully to the stories told by people like us.

However, it is just a statement.

Going to the tomb and dealing with the dead will inevitably lead to the spread of some mythical stories, which are said to be mysterious and mysterious, such as how you will definitely die when you encounter a pit.

It’s a pity that over the years, I have been in more than 100 pits, and I have never seen anything unclean. There are indeed many tomb robbers who died in pits, but nine out of ten of them were killed by their accomplices. Killed.

I don’t believe this statement.

"Brother Xiaojiu, although this matter is mysterious, please don't laugh."

Brother Jun said: "Do you know why I let the King of Hell stare at me for so long?"

I didn't respond, and Brother Jun said to himself: "Not only did we two groups of people focus on the pit, but someone from Ningwu also targeted it, and they acted very neatly and didn't step on the spot very early. It moved and left a hole for thieves."

"Brother Jun, you are not authentic anymore."

I couldn't stand listening anymore: "Brother, I have been in this business for a few years. It's not good to treat me as a fool. You didn't dig the hole yourself, and then you used these ghosts and gods to fool me, right? ”

"Don't say this nonsense, we follow the rules, and the theft hole was not dug in!"

Brother Jun said: "Later I went to find that group of people, and they dug out the hole I had been staring at for so long under my nose. There were no such rules. Guess what happened? Those three were all dead and burned on the spot. One, the two who ran back were all dead in a short time!"

I said with a smile: "Since this is the case, why do you still want to go, Brother Jun?"

"If I go, there is a reason why I have to go!"

Brother Jun was anxious, waved his hand and said: "I'm telling you this because I want to make things clear. Your brother Xiaojiu is still going. The rules remain unchanged and I still welcome him. But there is one thing, really If something happens, don’t **** rely on me!"

After saying that, Brother Jun got into the car and closed the door hard.

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