Dou Chunting looked sadly at his cousin, who was not like this before, but now he builds his happiness on the pain of his younger brother...
He also regretted what he and Liu Shisan did with this catchphrase. I know he is sensitive. I don't know how he is so sensitive, how can he get angry when he catches a keyword.
"You got it wrong, this brainless person is not mocking anyone!" Dou Chunting hurriedly searched and showed him the screen, "Look at it, I just said that this drama is really sweet..."
Liu Shisan stretched his head out to take a look, but his anger did not subside, he turned to look at Lan He again, and blamed him in turn: "Your people are too good at speaking!"
Lan He: "Forget it, they are all relatives."
Dou Chunting: "..."
"? Who is his relative." Liu Shisan said, his body was not lifted so high, but it was absolutely impossible for him to admit that he was too aggressive.
At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the room. Just now, Liu Shisan's movement was still a bit loud, and Song Qiyun, who passed by, was shocked.
"Lan He, what are you doing?" Song Qiyun asked.
"It's nothing, Director Song." Lan He opened the door a crack and stuck his head out.
Song Qiyun didn't believe it at all: "Let me see."
Lan He: "There is a great immortal, which is more terrifying."
Song Qiyun: "..."
Song Qiyun was ashamed and annoyed, he had lost face in front of Lan He many times, why would he be so afraid to hold Lan He's hand tightly when there were monsters? Thinking of being frightened by Lao Bai's "blood handprint" last time, Song Qiyun felt ashamed , and squeezed into the crack of the door.
As soon as she entered, Song Qiyun saw a big snake and was looking at herself coldly. With this size, she could definitely swallow a person in one bite.
"..." Song Qiyun supported the wall with soft legs, "Is this what you raised? You can't bring it to the crew at will."
"It's okay Director Song, it doesn't bite." Lan He saw that Song Qiyun was scared, and reached out to touch Liu Shisan. The touch of the snake skin made him nauseous, "It won't stay for long... Vomit."
Liu Shisan: "..."
She was still afraid of the snake she raised. Song Qiyun felt relieved when she saw Lan He's nausea, and stopped blaming them, "Pay attention to the movement."
Went out after saying that.
Lan He said to Liu Shisan who was staring at her: "Don't look at me, it's not the first time I've vomited. Can you tell me about that foreigner's ghost?"
Liu Shisan snorted, Clark porcelain was exported from the Ming Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, which overlapped with Liu Shisan's life, he snorted: "Foreign ghosts go to other places, some are picked up and brought back, and some are reincarnated in Yinsi and Underworld, The Huaxia people have turned their heads outside, and impermanence has to travel across the ocean to pick up their souls, you never go on business and don’t know about it.”
Song Futan remembered, "I seem to have read the information. In the past, there were people who were impermanent, and their souls went to Europe to pick up their souls. I have never been there, but I can describe the exotic features clearly."
"Well, it's because I don't want to be reborn outside." Liu Shisan said, "This foreigner's ghost, it smells of burning wood, and it smells a little fragrant."
Lan He couldn't imagine what it would taste like, "Then I'll go see Xiao Yuqian at night to see if there are any foreign ghosts pestering him. And you said, other people who bought this set of plates may also have Being entangled? Is this still organized?"
"They won't reveal more. The auction house has rules." Dou Chunting said.
Lan He: "Okay..."
Anyway, explore first.
…
Before the room was cleaned up, Lan He could only stay at the next door Song Futan temporarily at night. At night, he and Song Futan left the soul together and went to Xiao Yuqian's room.
Lan He was afraid of scaring snakes, so she went there late at night. After squatting at the door for a while, she suddenly smelled a faint smell, as if a damp forest was burning.
He suddenly remembered that he had really smelled this smell, but he didn't distinguish it carefully at the time. At first glance, he thought it was Xiao Yuqian's perfume. Because this guy was filming with Yu Mengmeng, he had to clean it up early and spray it. perfume.
That's it, right
Lan He and Song Futan looked at each other and nodded.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw a red-haired foreign ghost sitting beside the bed, looking a little helpless with the money of the Five Emperors, and for some reason he couldn't get close.
The foreign ghost glanced back at them, and actually said a fairly standard Chinese language: "You are also dreaming? Wait in line."
Lan He: "..."
Lan He was at a loss for words, and almost didn't know what to say. He quickly took out his uniform and put it on: "I am impermanence, do you know what impermanence is? My friend."
Foreign Ghost: "Ah, I've heard that it's the underworld police here - I'm sorry, the police officer, please ask first."
Lan He was speechless: "...I'm not cutting the queue!"
Lan He saw that he was wearing a western court-style dress, and heard that he spoke Chinese very well. Could it be that he had learned so many years in the underworld? After all, Clark porcelain was mainly exported from the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty to the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, which is quite a long time ago. or…
Lan He: "Are you a missionary? Do you know Matteo Ricci?"
Foreign Ghost: "???"
Foreign Ghost: "What beans, what are you talking about?"
Song Futan saw that he still had an earring and asked, "How long have you been dead?"
Foreign Ghost: "Died the year before last."
Lan He: "Hey, I thought it was an old ghost. You dress like this."
Foreign Ghost: "I'm a model in Beijing, and I have to take pictures on the day I die."
Lan He: "..."
This misunderstanding caused trouble, Lan He thought it was some ancient foreign ghost.
"Then you are the last owner of that piece of porcelain? What kind of grievances do you have? It affects people's sleep every day, and makes people's temperaments change greatly. If you have lived in the capital, you should know that you should follow the customs of the countryside. There are also regulations in the underworld here. You Mingshu Don't let anyone disturb you." Lan He educated, "Also, what's your name, and where did you die?"
Song Futan heard that this was not Lan He's usual style. After thinking about it carefully, it was a bit like a policeman. I'm afraid it was an imitation of Wang Lili...
"It's none of my business his temperament has changed. My name is White," the red-haired foreigner explained. "I'm not wrong to be the last owner of this Clark Porcelain, but I want to help him with good intentions and remind him to put this I lost it. When I was alive, I bought a set of Clark Porcelain. I didn’t dream, I just changed my temperament unknowingly, but no one reminded me like this, and I ended up racing to death by myself. See, this china seems to be very strange, it has a strange smell... But it fell into other people's hands again, so I followed it, and kept making the owners behind it dream and leave it. Otherwise, they would be the same as me."
This set of porcelain alone affected Xiao and Qian very much. White said that he was still affected by the accident that year.
"It has nothing to do with you?" Lan He took a closer look. Although he was obsessed, he didn't seem to have any hostility in his eyes. According to his words, it meant that the dream had something to do with him, and the influence of life was the problem of the porcelain plate itself. , which combines the two effects.
Lan He glanced at the porcelain plate placed in the box by Xiao Yuqian, and there was a strong yin qi.
"Then it... where did you buy it? Do you know what happened to its previous owner?"
White is innocent: "I don't know, I bought it like this. The person who sold it to me said that it was the batch that was robbed on the Portuguese merchant ship. It was once treasured by the Southeast Asian royal family. I am also very strange, it has a curse-like appearance. Is the magic power of a royal family secret, Southeast Asian sorcery, or simply, it is the porcelain burned by ashes!"
Lan He was also a little unsure about White's brain hole, "Wait a moment, provide me with all the information you know, and I'll check this matter first. By the way, you are also dreaming about the other buyers. ?"
"It's me, it's me, hey, they took it apart and bought it. It's hard work for me to run around every day to dream of my dreams!" White sighed.
Lan He wanted to laugh, "Then tell me about other buyers too."
It just so happened that the auction house didn't say anything. If what White said was true, then he was miserable. He was killed by the porcelain and died young, and he was still worried that the porcelain could not continue to affect others, so he followed it.
To say that this is the obsession of the previous master, it is okay to pester the subsequent master(s), but his starting point is good.
…
The next day, Lan He stood up from Song Futan's arms: "Wake up, move the bricks."
Song Futan hugged Lan He and said what was in her heart: "The alarm clock hasn't gone off yet, and there are no animals to disturb you..."
Lan He: "Help! The screenwriter wants to dive into me!"
The two were arguing when they heard a knock on the door, "Cousin, cousin, cousin!"
Song Futan: "..."
Although there are no small animals, there are little cousins.
Song Futan opened the door and put Dou Chunting in, "You get up at five o'clock?" Lan He had a scene to shoot, and the alarm clock was set early. Dou Chunting's time was not so strict, so he could get enough sleep.
"I didn't sleep." Dou Chunting was excited, "Has my sister-in-law caught a ghost?"
"How can I say it was caught, but it may have nothing to do with the ghost." Lan He explained what happened last night, "I have to find someone to verify it."
"There's actually an inside story?" Dou Chunting also made up his mind, "I'll find out later."
For some reason, Dou Chunting had a sense of mission. Anyway, his family was well connected, so he went to inquire about those buyers, as well as the seller who sold the porcelain to White.
When Dou Chunting came back, he was able to figure out the general situation, "Hey, I found out that the guy who sold the porcelain to White back then, he was an antique dealer in the capital."
Lan He: "What about others, can you find out what happened, or trace it back to the previous owner?"
"Many of this person's sales are clear objects, and he has already entered the game." Dou Chunting took a sip.
Ming utensils, i.e. dark utensils, are also burial objects. This kind of evil business is not something that everyone dares to do. Especially this kind of questionable, sold to other people is much more unconscionable.
"Go in?" Lan He murmured, "Do you want to ask Wang Lili for help?"
"Wait, I asked my grandfather to help contact an expert in the ancient ceramics industry today, let's talk to him first." Song Futan said, he was investigating from an academic perspective.
Song Futan sent the video to the old expert, and the photo was also sent.
The old man stared at the photo for a while. Although it wasn't the real thing, he could see something. He said, "This one was in Lai Zi's hands before?"
He was talking about the one who was already in prison. This is a nickname. The old man in the antique world of Beijing is familiar with this person.
"In fact, there is relatively little information on Clark Porcelain, but if you say that it is from Lai San, I'm a little sure. You said it was collected by the Southeast Asian royal family. I don't think it's possible. Lai San has no way of doing it." The old expert helped his glasses, "Actually, there are two views in the academic world. One is that Clark porcelain is only for export, and the other is that Clark porcelain will also be sold domestically."
Lan He was stunned, why did it involve domestic sales, meaning that this porcelain was not worth the original price at all
But he didn't show his face in the video, he could only look at Song Futan suspiciously.
Song Futan asked: "Do you mean that its previous collectors are all Chinese?"
If so, it might be easier for them to find out. If this ex was really some kind of foreign royal family, where would he go to find out what happened.
The old expert said: "Tsk... Let's put it this way, we Chinese people will not collect plates of this quality. And because it is for foreigners to watch, the carcass and enamel are thin, and it has no practical value after firing. Not durable!"
At that time, the rich used fine china, and the poor wanted durable ones. These things were not relied on on both sides, and they were sold domestically, and who would they sell to
Song Futan had already vaguely speculated in his heart. Looking at the incomplete traces on the porcelain, he said, "If the carcass is thin, there should be a lot of defective products during firing."
The old expert smiled and said: "Yes, this trace is not necessarily caused by poor preservation. It may be like this when it comes out of the kiln, and it is a defective product. Only these defective products will be sold domestically, so what kind of people are they sold to? Sell it to someone who wants to have a funeral at home, and use it as a display device, its first collector should be a dead person!"
Dou Chunting: "...I'll go."
Therefore, this idiot is too good to blow, a funeral object was blown into a royal collection by him, and in the subsequent auction, because of the lack of information on this aspect, not many people knew about it, like Xiao Yuqian and the others. People who don't know much, just buy it.
In fact, not only did this thing never go out to sea, but it was buried in the tomb for a long time.
"That's no wonder... It's the words of Ming Qi." Lan He wanted to understand.
If this is an antique, then you have to figure out what happened to the owner to make the utensil become evil. Its owner is a dead person, so it is easy to explain.
Even if you can't find the original owner, you can guess one or two. There are too many curses in the tomb. Otherwise, if the owner of the tomb dies more fiercely, the attributes of the burial objects will also change. Long-term viewing at home will cause the owner to change his temperament.
"Xiao Song, are there still people over there?" The old expert heard Lan He's murmuring, but he didn't ask to read it, "Are you going to write a script for this? Or did you receive this china and persuade you to take action? , this is very likely to be a bright weapon."
"I have some ideas, let's find out. Thank you." Song Futan politely bid farewell to the old expert.
"Brother, what should I do with this porcelain? It's not a good idea to let Xiao and Qian resell it directly." Dou Chunting said.
"If you send it to the temple to read the scriptures, you can also go to the filth." Lan He said, "But even if you go, many people will not want to stay after knowing that this is a bright weapon, and it is even more likely that they will not spend this unjust money. , directly change hands."
In fact, there are indeed several owners who are already talking to the auction house about changing hands.
Dou Chunting stood up and said: "I'm here, that White also reminded everyone not to keep this around, we all know that it may be a clear weapon, we have to show our quality, and we can't keep it to harm others. I'll ask them to buy something. , donate to the museum after doing the ritual!"
"Gao Fengliangjie is indeed a city hero." Lan He applauded.
Dou Chunting bowed reservedly, "Well, cousin, give me the contact information of that expert, I have to bargain."
Dou Chunting turned around and told Xiao Yuqian that this should be a funeral item.
Xiao Yuqian broke into a cold sweat when he heard it, thinking that the owner of the tomb was dreaming for him, and wanted to go to the temple to worship on the spot. Dou Chunting is also not easy to explain, saying that there are two former masters involved here? That said, it made Xiao and Qian even more hairy.
Dou Chunting only said that he wanted to buy it and send it to help. Xiao Yuqian refused to even ask him for money, and said that he had offended the deceased, and he had to thank the little boss for his help. Not only that, Xiao Yuqian himself wanted to find a place to say goodbye, which was too unfortunate.
Dou Chunting contacted them one by one and collected all the bright objects. The buyer found that the items were a little evil. Knowing that they were buried goods, they all reacted similarly to Xiao and Qian, and no one dared to make money from them.
In the end, Dou Chunting sent this group of Clark porcelain to the Juehui Temple to recite the scriptures to eliminate the evil and filthy aura.
…
White stood outside the temple, watching the porcelain placed on the table surrounded by incense, and the sound of the monks chanting sutras. He was stunned for a moment.
Lan He asked, "Now that your wish is over, are you planning to go back? If you want to go back, let me tell my colleagues if I can contact the underworld department of your country to pick you up."
"I don't want to go back." White said, "I worked in Huaxia for ten years, and I stayed for two years after my death. I think it would be good to be born here in my next life. And... This kind of scripture makes me feel calm."
Lan He suddenly realized that many foreigners like to convert to religion. It seems that White was influenced by Buddhism.
Lan He: "Then wait, I'll help you contact the people in the underworld to see if they can take you down to wait for reincarnation. If you haven't done anything immoral, you should be able to line up to cast your hands on the merits of reminding people after your death. Human fetus."
"What? Officer, can't you take me there?" White asked strangely.
"Hey, I'm a police officer, he's a family member. And I'm from another department." Lan He also had to explain to White the difference between their Dongyue Yin Division and Yin Cao Difu, "Wait, right now."
Yan San was on duty nearby, and he came after a while, "Little Lai, this is the ghost you said, you want to convert? Yes, yes."
There was still a large string of ghosts dragging behind him, and the rope was not long enough to count.
Lan He took out his chains, "Brother Yan, let me give you a ride, you are too busy with your business, don't you mean you don't work as much now as you used to?"
"What do you think, there are few tasks, and we will also lay off employees because of impermanence. Do you want to feed them for free?" Yan San complained, saying behind his back that his boss is a common workplace rule in the world.
White was still staring at Yan San, "Why isn't he wearing a mask?"
After White's death, he followed Porcelain's dreams wholeheartedly. He had seen Lan He and Song Futan, and thought that Impermanence had the same face covering as them. This Yan San not only had no face covering, but also showed the elder's tongue from time to time.
"I'm a special case, everyone generally doesn't wear a mask." Lan He said.
Yan San smiled and said: "Speaking of this mask, now the underworld is talking about it, the impermanence is getting more and more strict, what does it look like."
As Lan He became famous in the underworld, I wondered if he must have a face.
But everyone's thinking is generally too ugly, or the death is too terrifying, will block the face, or change it.
Because these ghosts are public officials, they are usually not willing to cover their faces. Even if they look terrifying, they are a deterrent when they capture souls.
The old man here has been masked all the time. He has never shown it to ghosts for so long. Like Yan San has a good relationship with him, and he doesn't know what he looks like.
As a result, the ghosts, especially the ghosts in the capital, have made a bet, what the hell is Lai Master? Seeing his eyes is good, he has only been covered recently, is the lower half of his face crushed
Lan He chuckled, "Everyone will know sooner or later."
Everyone dies, and then we don't know what he looks like.
White decided to reincarnate in China, but looking at Yan San's appearance, he was a little worried, and he kept asking Yan San and Lan He about the following things on the way.
Before being reincarnated, he had to live in the nether capital for a while.
On Huangquan Road, Lan He said to White, "It's okay, I will ask someone to burn some paper for you, and you can wait for your reincarnation. Anyway, you can speak Chinese well, communication is barrier-free, and you may find it below. There are foreign ghosts who stayed here and reincarnated like you, and can be friends."
White nodded again and again: "Will I still see you in the capital?"
Lan He: "I said, I'm not from the headquarters."
White sighed: "Oh, sigh... I'm just afraid of provoking local snakes and other gangsters."
Lan He smiled and knew about the local snake, "Don't worry, China is safe, and the underworld is also pure and simple."
White nodded reassuringly.
As he spoke, he saw a stall on the side of the road and glanced at the boss.
The boss first saw Song Futan with a complicated expression, and then saw Lan He, trembling all over, thinking that Dongyue came to the underworld again, what is he doing, will he trouble me, I heard that he It's getting worse now.
Lan He smiled.
Old-fashioned ghost, when he and Song Futan came to the underworld for the first time, on the way back, this guy sold them buns and wanted to make them stay. Nether things, can living people eat casually
Now that the seasons are changing, this guy has also changed his business. Instead of selling buns, he is selling fruits, apples, grapes, oranges, watermelons, etc. Everything is available. The last second he was still attracting ghosts to eat.
"Hey, the boss has changed his business?" Lan He took a step forward, and the boss took a step back tremblingly. It seems that he has a deep memory of Lan He - more than that, when Lan He came last time, he was not very famous, but now he is famous. More, it is said that they are rich and fierce.
The boss smiled with him: "Yes, gentlemen, eat, eat fruit?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he showed a look of regret and panic, knowing that he was flattering the horse's leg, for fear that Lan He thought he was provocative, "I'm sorry I didn't mean that, I really said it smoothly!! I didn't want to hurt that person. Master's meaning!!"
Lan He smiled and said, "It's alright. Boss, are your melons ripe?"
boss:"… … … "
"Master, spare your life!!" The boss pushed the melon directly, turned his head and ran away. Can't you provoke him or hide
White looked at the boss who had fled and no longer had any stalls: "... ?"
... Did he ask the wrong person, so is this considered Mingfeng simple
The author has something to say: Lan He: They are all relatives, so let Dou Chunting go.
Liu Shisan, still doesn't know that he is the fourth child...