The victim in the unmanned elevator and the mysterious "Plum Blossom Old K" When Sang Chu came back from Linjiang, I had just finished writing "The Night the Female Star Disappeared".Regardless of the labor of the journey, he finished reading the 150,000-word manuscript in one go, and thought it was well written.This shows that he is quite satisfied. Sang Chu is very sincere and has no objection to promoting him.He believes such publicity is also a deterrent for criminals. "This 'Plum Blossom Old K' is more exciting." He lit a cigarette, "You must be interested."

I agree.He also said: "We must start from Beijing, because the case first happened in Beijing. Flea market, write from here." This baffles me because the case has nothing to do with flea markets. "It does matter." He said solemnly, "Do you know what I found at the flea market that day? I dare say that this thing is much more valuable than the pair of dragon and phoenix snuff bottles in the Higher Education Office. A sterling silver piece of art from the late Middle Ages in Europe. It is rectangular and the pattern on it is a profile of a king holding a dagger. Well, it looks like the old king in a card."

"Old K!" I was amazed, "Does it have anything to do with this plum blossom old K?" Sang Chu smiled: "No, no, that's not what I meant. But I believe that something has touched my mind since I saw this silver medal." I absolutely believe that.What makes Sang Chu different is that he has extraordinary sensibility. Sang Chu eloquently told me the whole process of handling the case.It's like solving a complicated puzzle.Dare I say, this is one of the most bizarre cases I've ever heard, really.At the end of the talk, he spread his hands and said, "Look, this case has nothing to do with the silver medal. Maybe I'm a bit of idealism, or it's the so-called sixth sense. Anyway, when I saw the silver medal, Immediately felt that the next case might be related to Old K."

This is probably what is commonly referred to as inspiration.For Sang Chu, solving crimes is almost an art. At this moment, there is a playing card on his desk, an ordinary playing card, Old King of Clubs. But I couldn't help but think of the silver medal.I don't even hesitate to think that the silver medal must be as bloody as this card, stained with conspiracy and crime.It is very similar to things like waist cards in ancient my country, representing a special identity.It records a period of history in which the aristocratic classes of a certain European country fought and quarreled with each other.Later, after going through several twists and turns, it appeared in the Chinese flea market more than two hundred years later, and almost became the capital that Mr. Sang Chu relied on to show off.

Sang Chu has an almost obsessive love for collecting. In his study, except for some classics, there are almost all bottles and cans, broken bricks and broken tiles.It is said that the earliest collection can be traced back to the end of the Western Han Dynasty.Last month, Li Dahuzi from the Higher Education Office bought a pair of dragon and phoenix snuff bottles from the flea market, which made Sang Chu very jealous.So, he went to the flea market very early that day.He knew that many good folk things often appeared in this kind of place, and the price was generally not expensive. But just when he found the silver medal, Xiao Gu from the Public Security Bureau found him.

On September 5th, a man was stabbed and seriously injured in the unmanned elevator of Beijing Bluebird Company. "Wait, I'll discuss it with him again." Sang Chu pushed Xiao Gu away, and looked at the stall owner eagerly, "A little less, one thousand and two can do it?" "Two thousand, one is not a lot." The stall owner refused to give up an inch of land, "You sell me one thousand and two, and I will take as much as I have." Sang Chu stood up helplessly, and left the flea market step by step. "The real one, I knew it was the real one," he told me.

When he arrived at the hospital, the man was not dead, but he was choking. The victim was Ma Qi, forty-four years old, an accountant in a machine factory.At around 8:00 a.m. on September 5, he went to work at the Blue Bird Company and met a stranger wearing a mask in the elevator. "Wear a mask!" Sang Chu became alert, "There is no need to wear a mask this season. Has he spoken yet?" Ma Qi was a little out of breath: "...he said, tell me to die, so I understand. But... I don't... understand at all." "Please recall, what's unusual about his voice?"

"Buzzing, as if... suffering from a cold." Sang-chul jotted down the detail. The victim died soon. Before dying, he intermittently introduced the characteristics of this person: about fifty years old, medium height and short, slightly fat, wide face... "He's dead." The doctor shook his head regretfully, and covered the dead man's face with a white sheet. "Look at this." Walking out of the emergency room, Xiao Gu took out a piece of paper, "This was found in the victim's pocket." It was a very well-printed playing card, a profile of a king holding a dagger: K of Clubs.

"Now you understand." Sang Chu took a sip of strong tea, "Why did I ask you to start from the flea market, premonition, understand, this is the premonition." The clock on the wall struck twelve leisurely. "It's getting late." I stood up, "I'm definitely going to lose sleep tonight." "Write well, this story might be a sensation." Sang Chu said when he sent me out, "Stocks, Plum Blossom Old K, silver medal, isn't that enough!" I was so excited and my confidence soared. I dare say that this "Plum Blossom Old K Case" is definitely one of Sang Chu's masterpieces.Not only is it bizarre, but it is also extraordinary because it is related to the well-known stock market trend in Linjiang City.

When I got home, I didn't dare to turn on the light, so I quietly walked into the study, closed the door, and spread out the manuscript paper under the desk lamp.A soft light shone on the card.I picked up my pen—— "September 7th, Linjiang, the sun was scorching hot. Sang Chu and Xiao Gu flew to Changqiao Airport. This day is exactly the day when the stock market turmoil kicks off..."