I sat on the sofa and flipped through today's newspaper. The entire Yuan's Private Detective Agency was so deserted that I was a little depressed. If this continues, I will sooner or later starve to death due to boredom.I was not very talented since I was a child, so I barely graduated from a third-rate university.However, college students are really worthless these days, so after graduating from university, I have never been able to find a job. With the help of my friends, I rented a shop near Panjiayuan. Relying on a little martial arts inherited from my ancestors, I opened a small private detective agency. I usually help some people find lost kittens and puppies, and even I also helped an elementary school student find a lost pencil case.The days are spent in such absurd and boring...

"Hey!" My eyes were attracted by a row of small characters in the middle of the Beijing Daily, and a batch of precious antiques were about to be auctioned at Beijing Guardian Auction House.Of course, it wasn't the auction news that attracted my attention. I'm not rich, and naturally I don't have much money to buy antique collections.But one of the odd auction items caught my attention. The black and white picture is really not clear, it should be a small pennant, but the small words next to it aroused my interest-calling for souls. I shook my head and smiled bitterly. According to the introduction, this soul-calling flag seems to be something from the Tang Dynasty. It is indeed an antique. It may be the signboard of a fortune-teller in the Tang Dynasty, just like the door of my private detective agency. Just like the stall in China, how many words were written on a piece of black cloth?

Perhaps, Chen Xiazi's signboard has been kept for hundreds of years, and it is considered an antique.But, I don't know why, the more I look at the pennant on the black and white newspaper, the more familiar I feel, as if I've seen it somewhere before.I lowered my head and tried hard to remember... Suddenly, the phone next to me rang sharply, which startled me. I hurriedly picked up the phone, and just said "Hello", a trembling, old man came from the other end of the phone. Voice: "Fei'er, it's me!" When I heard this, I sat up straight from the sofa and said with a respectful smile, "Grandpa, are you okay?" Yes, the person who called is my grandfather, Mr. Yuan, please forgive me for calling him that. Because apart from knowing that my grandfather's surname is Yuan, I don't even know his name, which is absurd enough.

My surname is Yuan, and the single name has the word "Fei". Naturally, my grandfather is also surnamed Yuan. Both of my parents died when I was young, and my grandfather single-handedly raised me. However, for this old Mr. Yuan who has been dependent on each other since childhood I don't know his name. It's not that I'm confused, but that my grandpa is really weird. Grandpa was obviously silent on the other end of the phone for a moment, before saying after a long time: "Fei'er, are you free to come over?" "Okay! I'll come right away!" I agreed quickly, anyway, my private detective agency is empty, and there won't be any big business.After leaving the house, I went straight back to my hometown. My hometown is Panjiayuan, but I don’t do antique business.

I went straight to the backyard. My grandfather, Mr. Yuan, was leaning on a wicker chair, lazily basking in the sun—he was very old, so old that only a layer of yellow and black skin was left on his face. With bones, bent body.In fact, I don't even know the exact age of my grandfather. "Grandpa!" I called softly. "Fei'er, you're here!" Grandpa didn't know what he was thinking, he seemed to be taken aback when I called him, and after a while he stood up from the chair tremblingly, and said tremblingly: "Let's go inside and talk." I helped my grandpa into the room. Grandpa ordered to close the door. I was puzzled, but I closed the door according to his wishes. Grandpa did it himself and closed the curtains. The whole room suddenly became dark. I was afraid Grandpa couldn't see clearly, so he hurriedly pressed the switch of the fluorescent light.

Grandpa held my shoulders and walked into his room. There was nothing in Grandpa's room, only an old-fashioned wooden bed, and one was missing a leg, so he had to rely on a three-legged table placed on the wall. An old-fashioned radio, and now, next to the radio, there is today's Beijing Daily. When I saw that newspaper, I couldn’t help being stunned. I’ve been a private detective for the past two years, and I’ve learned some reasoning to solve crimes—too many people in my grandfather’s era were illiterate. I have never seen my grandfather read a newspaper. In my heart, my grandfather is as illiterate as many old people.

However, the newspaper on his desk now looks extremely abrupt. Could it be that my grandfather can read? Grandpa said, "Fei'er, close the door too." I closed the door as I said, and I felt something was wrong in my heart. Grandpa was so weird today.Grandpa supported the table, sat down on the only wooden chair, and ordered: "Fei'er, go under the bed and drag out that gold-and-red lacquered box, I have something for you..." There is actually a red lacquer and gold box under Grandpa's bed?I was curious in my heart, and I didn't care about the dust under the bed, so I got in immediately. Sure enough, as my grandfather said, there was a red lacquer box under the bed, and there were golden paints and simple patterns on all sides. Dusty, and the red paint has been mottled, no longer gorgeous.I glanced at it, and since I grew up in Panjiayuan, Beijing, I judged that this box should be a product of the late Qing Dynasty, and it is considered an antique.

I dragged the box out from under the bed. To be honest, the box was quite heavy, and I don't know what was in it?I crawled out from under the bed and asked curiously, "Grandpa, your box is an antique..." Grandpa smiled, showing his yellow teeth, nodded and said, "Yes, it's been twenty-five years, a full twenty-five years, Feier, you've grown up too, and there are some things that you should know. The box opens." I heard that I wiped off the thick layer of dust on the red-painted and gold-painted box. From the thick dust, it can be seen that this box has indeed been left untouched for many years. Grandpa said it was twenty-five years old. It must be true, but then I became worried. On this red lacquer and gold box, there is actually an old-fashioned copper lock, which locks the box.

Although such a lock is not difficult for me, but it belongs to grandpa, and if I have the guts, I dare not force it.But grandpa is really strange, he asked me to open the box, but he didn't give me the key. Grandpa seemed to have noticed my hesitation, knocked on the table with two fingers, and said calmly: "Fei'er, I taught you martial arts since childhood. Could it be that you can't even open such a brass lock?" I was stunned, thinking that I was just afraid of destroying your copper lock, how can it be so bad, such a lock, let alone one, I can't beat ten of them.I rolled my eyes and searched all over the room for tools to unlock the lock. Grandpa said again: "Fei'er, don't use brute force, the things inside are very valuable."

Very valuable?As soon as I heard it, I couldn't help but see a golden light—what could it be, porcelain from the Song Dynasty, or suet jade?Shang bronzes?Song Huizong's paintings... can't blame me for my wild imagination, you know, I grew up in Panjiayuan since I was a child, and everything I saw was antiques.Since grandpa said that brute force cannot be used, I can only use the hacky method I learned from the wood over the years to take out my keychain, with a special small and thin wire hanging on it. I put the iron wire into the keyhole of the copper lock, and turned it left and right for a while. Just as my grandfather said, the copper lock has not been opened for ages, and the inside is already rusty. I twisted it for a while, but I couldn't unscrew it. I searched all over the house, but I couldn't find any lubricating oil. I had no choice but to wipe the iron wire on my head - human hair naturally secretes oil, and without lubricating oil, it can only Will use this soon.

With a "snap", the brass lock made a crisp sound. I was refreshed, and I couldn't wait to take off the brass lock. I held the lid of the box with both hands, and lifted it upwards with a little force. The lid of the box was easily opened by me. "Ah..." However, at the moment when the gold-and-red lacquer box was opened, I couldn't help but exclaimed, and I couldn't stand firmly, and sat down on the ground. Grandpa's gold and red lacquer box, where is there any antique, on the top, there is actually a white skull, two black eye sockets are staring at me coldly... I never dreamed that there was a gold and red lacquered box hidden under my grandfather's bed, let alone that there was a dead man's skull hidden in the box.After all, I have practiced martial arts since I was a child, and I have opened a private detective agency for two years. I am a little more courageous than ordinary people. Therefore, after the initial shock, I quickly calmed down and simply sat on the ground, looking up and down. The dead man's skeleton placed in the box. The bone color on the surface of this skeleton has turned yellow, obviously it is not a recent thing, so I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.Although it was abnormal for grandpa to hide a skull under the bed, as long as grandpa didn't murder someone, it would be fine.Judging from the surface of the skeleton, it must be at least twenty or thirty years old. I looked up and looked up at my grandpa, and I found that I didn't understand this grandpa who brought me up more and more. "Fei'er, take out that skeleton, and bring me the things underneath..." For some reason, Grandpa's tone became cold, echoing eeriely in the room. I was startled, but still followed his instructions, carefully holding up the skull with both hands, looking at its dark eye sockets, I couldn't help feeling cold in my heart, it's not that I'm timid, I'm afraid that anyone Normal people, when they suddenly know that the home they have lived in for 20 years have such a treasure, they are probably not more courageous than me. With trembling hands, I placed the skull squarely on the ground next to it, only to realize that there were other things in the box. That’s right, such a big box can’t just hold a dead skull, right? ?Under the skull, there was a pair of yellowish blue and white cloth bags, which seemed to wrap this thing. "Give me that blue and white cloth bag!" Grandpa's gloomy voice sounded in my ears. I carefully reached into the box and took out the blue-and-white cloth bag. The cloth bag was very light and didn’t make any noise. There was something valuable. I squeezed it with my hands, and it was a thin layer, like a book.Immediately respectfully sent it to grandpa. Grandpa took the blue and white cloth bag, put it on the table, and opened it carefully layer by layer.Finally, Grandpa opened the last layer of the package, and the contents inside made me gasp involuntarily—what is this? Evocation flag? However, inside Grandpa's blue and white cloth bag, there is a small triangular flag wrapped. Looking at the little soul-calling flag, he handed it to me and said, "Fei'er, this is a treasure passed down from our Yuan family..." I couldn't hold back the curiosity in my heart any longer, and asked, "Grandpa, what's the use of this little flag?" Grandpa heard the words, but didn't answer, and handed me another item under the package. All my mind was attracted by this little spirit-calling banner just now, and I didn't notice that there were other things in the package. When grandpa handed the thin, thread-bound ancient book to my hand, I couldn't help being stunned, instinctively took it over and looked at it, and was instantly dumbfounded—— The cover of the ancient book has turned yellow, but the handwriting on it is clear - Seven Star Calls Souls, and there are four small words "Moving Mountain Taoist" next to it. I don't understand what this seven-star summoning is, and I don't know who the so-called "Mountain Taoist" is?Curious in my heart, I was about to open the ancient book to see what happened, but my grandfather said: "Fei'er, don't read it too busy, let me ask you, you read today's newspaper, the triangle that was auctioned by the auction house this time Little flag, is it exactly the same as the little flag in your hand?" There was a bang in my head, what does grandpa want to do?