Chapter 78:

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Dou Chunting looked at his cousin sadly. This was not the case before, but now he builds his happiness on the pain of his brother...
He also regretted what he and Liu Xishi did in this buzzword. Knowing that he is sensitive. I don’t know if he is so sensitive. How can I catch a key word?
"Mistakenly, this brainless is not taunting anyone!" Dou Chunting quickly searched and showed him the screen, "Look, it's just that this drama is really sweet..."
Liu Thirteen stretched his head and looked at it. After his anger was gone, he turned to look at Lan He again, and he blamed him in turn: "Your people can't talk too much!"
Lan He: "Forget it, all are relatives."
Dou Chunting: "............"
"? Who's relatives with him." 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 big, and Song Qiyun passing by was shocked.
"What are you doing Lan He?" Song Qiyun asked.
"Nothing, Song Director." Lan He opened the door and stretched out his head.
Song Qiyun did not believe at all: "Let me see."
Lan He: "It's scary to have a big fairy."
Song Qiyun: "..."
Song Qiyun was embarrassed. He repeatedly lost face in front of Lan He. Why would he be afraid of holding Lan He's hand when there is a monster? Thinking of being scared by the old "blood handprint" last time, Song Qi Yun was in a shameful mood. And squeezed into the door.
As soon as he entered, Song Qiyun saw a big snake and was looking at himself coldly. This figure can absolutely swallow people.
"..." Song Qiyun leaned his legs softly against the wall. "Is this what you raised? Can't bring it to the crew at will."
"It's okay, Song Dao, it doesn't bite people." Lan He looked at Song Qiyun in fear, and reached out to touch Liu Thirteen. The snake skin's touch made him queasy, "I won't stay for long... Vomit."
Liu Thirteen: "........."
The snake he raised was still afraid. Song Qiyun was a little relieved to see Lan He guilty of nausea, and he didn't blame them. "Pay attention to movement."
He went out after talking.
Lan He glared at Liu Shisan: "Don't look at me, it's not the first time I'm vomiting. Can you tell me about the ghost of the foreigner?"
Liu Xian groaned, Clark porcelain was exported from the Ming Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, and there was some overlap with the time when Liu XIII lived. He hummed: "The foreign ghosts have gone to the field, they have been led back, and some have been born in the yin and the local government. The Huaxia people turned their heads out, and the impermanence had to go across the ocean to pick up the soul. You never traveled on business and didn't know about it."
Song Futan remembered, "I seem to have read the information. In the past, there were people with impermanence, and the soul came to Europe to attract the soul. I have never been to the local area, but I can clearly explain the exotic style."
"Well, it's because I don't want to be reborn." Liu Shisandao said, "This ghost of a foreigner, there is a smell of wood burning, and a little fragrance."
What kind of taste is this? Lan He couldn’t imagine it.
Then I’ll go to see Xiao and Qian at night. Is there a ghost that haunts him? And you said that other people who bought this set of plates may also have Being tangled? Is this still organized?"
"They would not disclose more, the auction house has rules." Dou Chunting said.
Lan He: "Come on..."
Anyway, probe first.
...
Before the room was cleaned, Lan He could only temporarily stay with Song Futan next door at night. At night, he and Song Futan separated from the soul and went to Xiao and Qian's room.
Lan He was afraid of playing the grass and frightened the snake, and went there late at night. He squatted at the door for a while, and suddenly smelled a faint smell, as if the damp forest was burning, saying that it was a fragrance, but it was cold and rot, which made people uncomfortable.
He suddenly remembered that he really smelled it, but he didn't distinguish it carefully at first, and at first glance thought it was Xiao and Qian's perfume smell. This guy had to clean up and spray a lot because he was filming with Yu Mengmeng. perfume.
Is this right?
Lan He and Song Futan stared at each other and nodded.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw a red-haired foreign ghost sitting by the bed, a little helpless about the Five Emperor Qian, wondering why he couldn't get close.
The ghost looked back at them and actually spoke fairly standard Chinese language: "You also dream? Queuing and so on."
Lan He: "........."
Lan He was speechless for a while, and he almost didn't know what to say. He quickly took out his uniform and put it on: "I am impermanent, do you know what impermanence is? Friend."
The ghost: "Ah, I heard that it is the underworld policeman here-the police officer is sorry, you please first."
Lan He was speechless: "...I'm not going to cut in line!"
Lan He looked at a Western court-style dress he was wearing, and listened to his Huaxia language very well. Could it be that he studied in the for so many years, after all, Clark porcelain was mainly exported from the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty to the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, and it was quite far away. or……
Lan He: "Are you a missionary, do you know Ricci?"
Western ghost: "???
Foreign ghost: "What bean, what are you talking about."
Song Futan glimpsed that he still had an ear stud and asked, "How long have you been dead?"
Foreign ghost: "He died the year before."
Lan He: "Hey I thought it was an old ghost, you dress like this."
Yang Gui: "I work as a model in Beijing, and I will take photos and work the day I die."
Lan He: "..."
This misunderstanding, Lan He thought it was an ancient foreign ghost.
"Then you are the last owner of that piece of porcelain? What kind of grievances affect people's sleep every day and make people's temperament change a lot. If you live in Beijing, you should know that you have to follow the customs of the village. We also have regulations in the underworld. Way, don't let anyone disturb people casually." Lan He education said, "Also, what is the name, where did you die?"
Song Futan listened to the fact that this was not Lan He's usual style. Think carefully, it's a bit like a policeman. I'm afraid it's an imitation of Wang Jingli...
"His temperament has nothing to do with me. My name is White." The red-haired foreigner explained, "I am the last owner of this Clark porcelain. There is nothing wrong with it, but I kindly want to help him and remind him to take this Lost. When I was alive, I bought a set of Clark porcelain. I didn’t dream about it. I just changed my temperament without knowing it, but no one reminded me like this. Finally, I died by drag racing. I only died after I died. Seeing that this porcelain seems strange, with a strange smell... but it fell into the hands of others again, and I followed it, keeping the masters behind to dream and leave it. Otherwise, they would be like me."
This set of porcelains alone affected Xiao and Qian. 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 seemed to have no anger in his eyes. According to his words, it meant that dreaming was related to him, and life was affected by the porcelain plate itself. , Combining two effects.
Lan He glanced at the porcelain plate placed in the box by Xiao and Qian, and there was a thick cloud of yin.
"Then... where did you buy it from? Do you know what happened to its previous owner?"
White is very innocent: "I don't know Hey, I bought it like this. The person who sold it to me said that it was the one that was robbed on the Portuguese merchant ship that was once treasured by the Southeast Asian royal family. I am also very strange, it has a curse in general. Is the magic of the royal family a secret of the royal family, the magic of Southeast Asia, or simply, it is the ashes of porcelain!"
White’s brain hole made Lan He a little uncertain.
You wait a minute and give me all the information you know. I’ll check this first. By the way, you’re also dreaming of several other buyers. ?"
"It's me, me. Hey, they opened it and bought it. I run around to support my dreams every day. It's also very hard!" White sighed.
Lan He wanted to laugh, "Then tell me the information of other buyers."
It just happened that the auction house did not say that. If White was telling the truth, he was miserable. He was killed by porcelain and died prematurely. He also struggled that the porcelain could not continue to affect others, so he followed it.
It can be said that this is the obsession of the former master, and it is also possible to haunt the subsequent master(s), but his starting point is good.
...
The next day, Lan He turned 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 sounded yet, and no small animals disturb..."
Lan He: "Help! The screenwriter wants to dive me!"
The two were in trouble, and they heard the door knocked by Tuk Tuk, "Cousin Cousin!"
Song Futan: "..."
Although there are no small animals, there are small cousins.
Song Futan opened the door and put Dou Chunting in. "You get up at five o'clock?" Lan He had a drama to shoot. The alarm clock was set early, and Dou Chunting's time was not so strict, so he could sleep well.
"I didn't sleep." Dou Chunting was excited. "Has the sister-in-law caught the ghost?"
"How to say, it can be said that I caught it, but it may have nothing to do with the ghost." Lan He said something about last night. "You have to find someone to prove it."
"Is there still an inner feeling?" Dou Chunting also made up his mind, "I will ask later."
Dou Chunting somehow had a sense of mission. Anyway, his family had extensive contacts, to visit those buyers, and then sell porcelain to White's sellers.
When Dou Chunting came back, he could figure out a rough idea, "Huh, I asked the guy who resells porcelain to White, and it's the antiques in Beijing."
Lan He: "What about others, can you find out what happened, or trace it back to the previous owner?"
"Many of these people sell bright objects, and they have entered the game." Dou Chunting drank.
The Mingqi, that is, the netherware, and the funerary items, this kind of evil door business is not for everyone, dare to do it. Especially this kind of problematic, sell to others much conscience.
"Go in?" Lan He murmured, "Are you going to help Wang Jingli?"
"Wait, I asked grandpa today to contact an expert in the ancient ceramics world. Let's talk to him first." Song Futan said, he came from an academic perspective.
Song Futan dialed the video to the old expert, and the photos were posted.
The old man stared at the photo for a while. Although it was not the real thing, he also saw something. He said, "This, was it in Lai Zi's hand?"
He was talking about the one who was already in prison. This is a nickname. The old man in the antiques industry in Beijing is more familiar, and he knows this person.
"Clark Porcelain's information on this is actually relatively small, but you said that it was from Lai San, and I'm a little sure. What you said was collected by the Southeast Asian royal family, I think it's unlikely that Lai San has no way." The old expert supported the 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 is also sold domestically."
When Lan He was stunned, why did he even get 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 only looked at Song Futan suspiciously.
Song Futan asked: "Do you mean that its previous collectors are all Chinese people?"
If this is the case, it may be more convenient for them to find out, what kind of foreign royal family the former predecessor really is, and where to go to know what happened.
The old expert said: "Hey... let's just say, this Chinese-quality plate won't be collected by Chinese people. And because it is for foreigners to watch, the carcass and enamel are thin, and it has no practical value when fired. It's not durable!"
At that time, the rich people wanted to use fine porcelain, and the poor people needed to be durable. This stuff doesn't depend on both sides. Who sells it to the domestic market?
Song Futan had speculated in his heart, looking at the incomplete marks on the porcelain, and said: "If the carcass is thin, there should be many defective products when it is fired."
The old expert said with a smile: "Yes, this trace is not necessarily caused by poor preservation. It may be the case when it comes out of the kiln. It is a defective product. Only these defective products will be sold domestically, so what kind of people are they sold to? If you sell it to your family for funerals, use it as a weapon. Its first collector should be a dead person!"
Dou Chunting: "...I'm going."
Therefore, this Laizi was too good to blow, a funerary item was blown into a royal collection by him, and in later auctions, because of the lack of information in this area, there were not many people who knew, like Xiao and Qian. Anyone who knows nothing will buy it.
In fact, not only has this thing not floated across the ocean, but it has been buried in the tomb for a long time.
"Then it's no wonder...it's a bright weapon." Lan He wanted to understand.
If this is an antique, you have to figure out what happened to the owner, and then the utensils have become evil. Its owner is a dead person, so it’s easy to explain.
Even if you can't find the original owner, you can guess one or two. There was more curse in the tomb. Otherwise, if the owner of the tomb died more fiercely, the properties of the funerary would change accordingly. Watching at home for a long time caused the owner to change his temperament.
"Xiao Song, is there anyone else on your side?" The old expert heard Lan He's murmur, but he didn't ask to see it. "Are you writing a script in this regard? Or did you receive this porcelain and advise you to do it?" , This is probably a bright weapon."
"Some thoughts, find out. Thank you." Song Futan politely said goodbye to the old expert.
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"Brother, what should I do with this porcelain? It's not good for Xiao and Qian to resell it directly," said Dou Chunting.
"Send to the temple to read the chanting, you can also go filthy." Lan He said, "Just even if you go, knowing that this is a weapon, many people would not want to stay, it is more likely not to spend this innocent money. , Change hands directly."
In fact, there are indeed several masters who are already talking about changing hands with the auction house.
Dou Chunting stood up and said, "I came, and White followed me to remind everyone not to keep this by their side. We all know that it may be a weapon. We have to show our qualities. We can't keep them harmful. I asked them to buy things. , Donate to the museum after doing the ritual!"
"Gao Fengliangjie is worthy of being a city hero." Lan He applauded.
Dou Chunting bowed tentatively, "It's hard to say, cousin, give me the contact information of that expert, I have to bargain."
Dou Chunting turned back and told Xiao and Qian that this should be the funerary.
Xiao and Qian heard cold sweat and came down, thinking that the owner of the tomb was dreaming himself and wanted to go to the temple on the spot. Dou Chunting is not easy to explain, does it involve two former masters here? Having said that is to make Xiao and Qian more hairy.
Dou Chunting only said that he would buy it and send it to him. Xiao and Qian refused to ask him for the money. He said that he offended the deceased and thanked the little boss for his help. Not only that, Xiao and Qian both wanted to find a place to worship, which is too bad.
Dou Chunting contacted each other and collected the set of bright objects. The buyer had discovered that the things were a bit evil. Knowing that they were funerary items, they all reacted similarly to Xiao and Qian, and no one dared to make money with it.
Finally, Dou Chunting sent this set of Clark porcelain to Juehui Temple for chanting, eliminating the fierceness and filth.
...
White stood outside the temple and watched the porcelain lay on the incense-burning table. The sound of the Buddhist monks' prayers came out, and he was stunned.
Lan He asked: "Now your wish is gone, do you plan to go back? If you want to go back, I will talk to a colleague, can you contact the underworld department in your country to come and pick you up."
"I don't want to go back," White said. "I worked in China for ten years, and stayed for two years after death. I think it would be nice to be born here in my next life. And... this kind of experience 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: "Wait, wait. I'll help you contact the people in Yincao Difu to see if I can take you down to wait for the reincarnation. If you haven't done anything lacking in virtue, you should be able to line up to vote because of your merits. Human tire."
"What? Police officer, can't you send me?" White said strangely.
"Hey, I am a police officer, he is a family member. And I belong to another department." Lan He had to explain to White, the difference between Dongyue Yinsi and Yincao Difu, "Wait, immediately."
Yan San is on duty nearby, and he will be here in a moment, "Little boy, this is what you said, you want to convert? Okay."
There was a long list of ghosts behind him, and the rope was not long enough to count.
Lan He took out his own chain, "Brother Yan, let me give you a ride. Your business is too busy, don't you mean you haven't worked much now?"
"You said, this task is few, we will also lay off staff impermanently, do we have to eat free meals." Yan San complained a bit, and the boss behind him is a common workplace rule in the world of Yang Shiyin.
White stared at Yan San, "Why didn't he wear a mask?"
After White's death, White followed Dream of Porcelain and saw Lan He and Song Futan. He thought that impermanence covered them like them. Yan San not only did not cover his face, but also showed his elder's tongue from time to time.
"I'm a special case. Everyone doesn't wear a mask." Lan He said.
Yan San said with a smile: "When it comes to this mask, now the underworld is saying, the impermanence is getting more and more strict, what does it look like."
As Lan He became famous in the underworld, he must be curious about his face.
But everyone's thinking is generally too ugly, or the death is too horrible, they will block their faces, or change.
Because these ghosts are public officials, they are usually unwilling to cover their faces. Even if they are terrified, they are a deterrent when they capture the soul. They don't look at Yan San and Lao Bai from time to time.
But the old man has been masked for so long, never showing ghosts, like Yan San has a good relationship with him, and he does not know what he looks like.
The ghosts, especially the ghosts in the capital, have made a bet. It’s good to see his eyes, but he’s just blindfolded recently. Was that half of his face crushed?
Lan He smiled, "Everybody will know sooner or later."
Everyone is dead, and then he doesn't know what he looks like.
White decided to reincarnate in China, but looking at Yan San, he was a little worried, and kept asking Yan San and Lan He about the following things on the road.
Before he was reborn, he had to live in Netherworld for a while.
On Huangquan Road, Lan He said to White: "It's okay, I will ask someone to burn some paper for you, so you can wait for reincarnation with peace of mind. Anyway, you can speak Chinese well, and communication is barrier-free. You can find it below. Maybe There are foreign ghosts who stay here to reincarnate like you, and can be friends."
White nodded again and again: "Will you still see you in the capital?"
Lan He: "I said, I am not from the headquarters."
White sighed: "Oh, alas... I'm just afraid of getting the ground snake, what other gangsters or something."
Lan He smiled, and knew the ground snake, "rest assured, China is safe and order, and Yincaodifu is also a simple wind."
White nodded in peace.
He said that he saw a stall by the road and glanced at the boss.
The boss first saw Song Futan, with a complex expression, and then saw Lan He, and he was trembling, thinking how Dongyue came to the capital again and again. What would he do, would he trouble me, I heard that he It's getting fiercer now.
Lan He smiled.
Old ghost, he and Song Futan last time, and also the first time they came to the capital, went back to the road and sold this bun to them, trying to harm them. Can ghosts eat anything casually?
Now that the seasons are changing, this guy has also changed his business, not selling buns, selling fruits, apples, grapes, oranges, watermelons, etc., everything is available, and he was still recruiting ghosts to eat last second.
"Hey, the boss changed the business?" Lan He took a step forward, and the boss took a step back, trembling, and it seemed to have a deep memory of Lan He-more than that, the last time Lan He came, he was not well-known. Well-known, it is said to be rich and fierce.
The boss laughed with him: "Yes, a few lords, eat, eat fruit?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he showed a regretful expression of panic and fear that he slapped the horse's on the horse's lap, fearing that Lan He thought he was provoking, "I'm sorry I didn't mean that, I really talked to him!! What the lord means!!"
Lan He smiled and said: "It's okay. Boss, are you good at this?"
boss:"………………"
"The old man spared his life!!!" The boss directly pushed melon and turned away. Can't you bother him?
White's boss who watched the desert and fled, and the stall was gone: ".........?"
...Is he asking the wrong person?