Urban Super Soldier King

Han Fei didn't think much, and then he was interrupted by Le Xiaotian.

"Brother, look! Is it an antique? How much is it worth? " Le Xiaotian excitedly holds a life size bronze man, which is densely dotted with acupoints and meridians. At first glance, it's a thing of the past years.

"You're smart. If it's really an antique, you don't think people would think of selling it for a more comfortable place?" Han Fei said with a smile.

Yue Xiaotian is dumb for a moment. It's a truth to think about it, but this bronze man seems to think it's a good thing. It's much better than the plaster man displayed by the medical school.

Han Fei turned around the room. It was estimated that the things inside had been dusty for decades, and no one had touched them.

As for the woman said that those boring comic book, Han Fei also saw, do not know what age left things, are all fine brush stroke up.

The villains in the painting have no facial features, just rough human figures, one by one with unknown positions. As for the characters above, Han Fei really doesn't know them. Maybe those scholars who study ancient Chinese characters can recognize some of them.

Han Fei is also slightly puzzled. If it's really some kind of ancient writing, there's no reason to put it in the debris room like junk!

Looking at the incomplete, some of them are damp and moldy, some of them are moth eaten, all of them are powder. If there is any quintessence of Chinese culture, it will be a great loss!

After studying for a long time, Han Fei didn't see anything. Curious, he took a picture on his mobile phone and sent it to the Internet, but he didn't compare it with a similar picture. He was also a bit strange in his heart.

According to the theory of decipherment, the intermittent appearance of the same pattern text can infer the relationship between the surrounding symbols. These symbols obviously have a complete system, so there is no reason why they can't be found on the Internet!

If it's a rare ancient writing, it's fair to say that it's carved on tortoise shell pottery, but it's written on kraft paper with a brush. It's obvious that the people who left this book know the writing on it.

If there had been nothing for hundreds or thousands of years, there would have been no oxidation residue left. Han Fei estimated that this book would last three or four generations. But why can't he find the slightest clue on the Internet? It's really strange.

"Brother, these are not martial arts secrets. If you find these in a cave, will you go to heaven immediately?" Le Xiaotian asked excitedly.

Han Fei laughed: "you think too much, study your bronze man well."

Han Fei then continued to read the rest of the old books, which were all made of kraft paper and thread bound. They were all written down with a fine brush. The characters on them changed a little. As for the symbols, they were almost the same.

Han Fei has a vague feeling that such a pile of ancient books, like waste paper, seems to be more like research notes. As for what he studies, Han Fei has no idea at all.

Han Fei's judgment is naturally based on this. For example, the villains in the first three books are almost the same, but there are some differences in some details. The words above seem to be a large number of records and analysis made for the differences in these details.

But if you can't recognize the words on it, it doesn't make sense if it's rotten. Moreover, even if you can translate the words into Chinese characters that you can understand, it seems to be a waste of effort.

There are almost forty or fifty such ancient books. Predecessors have studied so many, but they have not come up with anything. They are full of reading these failed notes.

As the woman said, these comic books are just reading to relieve boredom.

Han Fei immediately put these books back to their original position. Looking at the notes and bronze figures, there is a huge eight diagrams painted on the wall. He doesn't know what the family's ancestors did.

Han Fei didn't care, and finally turned his eyes to the censer in front of the statue.

This is a ceramic censer. It's the size of a sea bowl for soup. If it's true, maybe this censer can still be an antique.

Han Fei wiped a little dust on the stove, and then he gave up the unrealistic idea. There was no other reason. On the piece he wiped off, there were five small words: "long live Chairman Mao".

Han Fei smiles. At this moment, a woman's scream comes from the door, accompanied by the roar of the engine.

As soon as Han Fei's face changed, he quickly walked out of the house. The careless censer didn't put down steadily, and fell to the ground with a bang. The soot and dust accumulated for decades instantly dispersed.

Han Fei didn't care. Now people have problems. Who cares about a broken censer!

Soon after they left, the smoke and dust slowly spread out. In a thick pile of incense ash, a corner of a piece of square jade was suddenly exposed. The soft color light was reflected in the sun, and some marks were engraved on it, which was quite similar to those little people in ancient books.

When Han Fei and Le Xiaotian arrived at the door, they were surrounded by people outside. At least 40 gangsters with sticks blocked the door.

The leader was a big man with a shaved head, a cottage cigar in his mouth, a pair of Tyrannosaurus Rex glasses on his face, and a pair of golf clubs in his hand.

However, looking at the pits above, it's obvious that hitting people is more than playing ball.

Han Fei smiles. This is the first time that he has seen this kind of incognigible dress. Looking at the black Hummer parked on the side of the road, I think this guy is the boss of this group of bastards!

Han Fei said to the woman, "come in and sit. Don't come out if you have nothing to do."

The woman answered with a panic, thinking that Han Fei might use it. After putting down the kitchen knife, she went to the inner room.

Han Fei then turned his eyes to the guy at the head and said, "why, my man smashed my car, and now he's in a hurry to lose money? Look, you have so many people all at once. Aren't you planning to raise money on the spot? "

"Boy! How can we talk to brother Shui! It's not big or small. I'm tired of living, isn't it? " The guy at the head didn't open his mouth, and a little brother nearby had already blown up.

As for the water elder brother, he was calm and relaxed. He dug his earwax and blew it. It seemed that he didn't pay attention to the two people in front of him.

Le Xiaotian knew it was time for him to open his mouth, and then he yelled at the boy, "what are you again? Whose pants have fallen out and they haven't worn underpants, showing you this thing. If you don't want to die, go away!"

The boy was angry when he heard that. He just grabbed a stainless steel hollow pipe and was ready to come up, but he was stopped by the water elder brother.

Brother Shui took off his glasses and looked at Han Fei. He said contemptuously, "boy, I haven't inquired about it before I came here. This village is full of brother Shui's territory outside the town. Do you think it's too long for you to carry your hair on me?"

Han Fei didn't speak with a smile. This kind of small group of dozens of people is not even a hair on the seashore. They don't even have the interest of rolling.

But in this small place, the other side is the biggest black fish in the mud. If you don't pull him out and cut him, there will be no peace in the mud.

"You're the water brother. You don't look like you're here to lose money. Open the window and tell the truth." Han Fei said with a smile, self-care point on a big Su.

The water brother was confused in an instant. Looking at the smashed Mercedes Benz, there were at least hundreds of thousands of them. Then he looked at the strong self-confidence in his words. It didn't seem to be affectation. At the moment, his heart was beating a little.

He has been wandering in this area for so many years, and he has heard a lot of idle articles and anecdotes on the road.

In the past, there was a big brother in the neighboring town who followed the No. 100 brothers. He never paid attention to people. Once he met a middle-aged man who was going back to his hometown to sweep his grave, a little conflict happened inadvertently.

Looking at each other's honest, that is, the appearance of workshop workers, he was crazy on the spot and threatened to dig their ancestral graves and burn their ancestral houses.

At that time, when the police arrived, the group of people scattered. But that night, five members of the eldest brother's family were covered with sacks and sank into the nearby river.

As for his younger brothers, their limbs were broken overnight. They were all comminuted fractures. They were useless all their lives.

All of a sudden, so many strong labor force were lost. The place was also known as the disabled village for a while. Afterwards, it was reported that the man who had gone back to his hometown to sweep his grave committed a homicide several decades ago and fled to the golden triangle.

Bit by bit in that piece of evil ground planted a root, is already soaring up, under hundreds of people with AK with local generals can work hard.

Think about that big brother so arrogant, originally thought that the other party is a sick cat, intended to wantonly trample, until the other side inadvertently opened his mouth revealed a bloody tooth, everything is too late!

After this incident spread, the people around them deeply understood a truth. Sometimes, the more low-key and abnormal, they may not be able to touch the iron plate. If they touch it easily, it will be either death or injury.

At present, the boy is not calm. Brother Shui immediately pretends to be frank and asks, "brother, I'm not afraid of anything, but I don't like to make enemies. You don't look like an ordinary person. What's your way?"

Han Fei laughs. This guy is not completely brain damaged. At least he knows how to talk before he starts. But Han Fei is not in the mood to talk with such a small shrimp.

"There's nothing to say, either lose money or start. Everyone is very busy. Don't delay anyone's time." Han Fei said with a smile.

Han Feifei is like this, brother Shui's heart is more and more bottomless, then changed a circuitous way and asked: "brother, you drive a Mercedes Benz, I don't understand. What do you want to do with the gratitude and resentment of other people in the village?

To put it bluntly, it's all about compensation for demolition. It's about your identity and financial resources, and the one hundred and two hundred thousand will not let you go all the way? "

Han Fei said with a smile: "don't beat around the Bush, you are still saying that, either lose money or do it, and then it's boring."

See the younger brothers are dissatisfied with the discussion, water elder brother's face is also some faint can't hang.

Since his debut, when did he talk to others so low that he was angry for three times, but the boy didn't come in, and refused to give his life. If he went on like this, he couldn't find anything useful, and he would be despised by his younger brothers.