Chapter 6 Chapter 6: The Monument of the Song Dynasty at the Auction

I didn't expect him to make such a move, and I was shocked for a while.Brother Hu turned to look at me, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Old Qin, what do you mean? I don't like this." Second Master Qin apologized with a smile: "You misunderstood, I am not talking about him, but that he is pregnant. The treasure here. I just received a bronze noble, which is very valuable, and I specially sent it to you." "Oh? Take a look." Brother Hu shook his wrench, and someone walked towards me.I scolded Qin Erye in my heart, this guy is so shameless, he actually took other people's things to pay his debts.As soon as this group of people seems to be on the wrong track, they probably won't make any sense.

In a hurry, I took out the Longwen Jue, held it in both hands and handed it to the front, and said bluntly: "Master Hu, I am not familiar with Lao Qin at all. He insisted on accepting my Jue, but I never agreed. He is If you want to borrow flowers to present Buddha and blame me for the debt, it is obvious that you are a person who is unreasonable and plundering. This is called Long Wenjue, a Shang and Zhou product, and it is very valuable. If you think highly of me, just take it and treat it as a gift to you gift, but I have to make this clear." What I said was dismissed and slapped. Not only did I clear myself, but I also threw the trouble back to Qin Erye.Everyone has greed. I took the initiative to donate the Bronze Jue, and I also explained that it would not be worth the debt of Qin Erye. For Brother Hu, it is a good thing to change one sum of money into two sums of money. It is self-evident which side he will help .

Qin Erye heard the pros and cons inside, his face turned purple.Brother Hu looked at him sideways: "Old Qin, what's going on?" Second Master Qin was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he tried desperately to argue that I was talking nonsense.I'm not too polite, I picked up Longwen Jue and talked about its characteristics, and I spoke clearly and logically.Qin Erye thought I was a stupid local young man, but he didn't expect that I had been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and my jaw almost fell to the ground. After listening to me, Hu Ge shook the wrench a few times: "I don't know much about bronze wares, but you are indeed an expert, and you speak straightforwardly, which is quite interesting." I carried it out like catching a chicken, and there were only two of us left in the shop.

"If this Longwen Jue is really as precious as you said, wouldn't it be considered a national cultural relic?" Brother Hu asked.I nodded yes.Brother Hu closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then opened them again: "Doesn't that mean that if I take it and you or Lao Qin go to the bureau to report it later, I'll go right in?" Sure enough, there is no shortage of smart people in this world, so I don't shy away from it: "Second Master Qin and I just met today, and we haven't negotiated a deal yet. If he wants to steal my things, I have to use your hands to deal with it." " Suddenly there was a wailing sound outside, I really don't know what punishment Qin Erye is receiving.After listening to it with great enjoyment, Brother Hu raised his chin: "I have cleaned him up as you wished. Then what can you give me in return?"

It sounds like Brother Hu has something to say.My thoughts turned: "I can't do anything else, I still have some experience in learning from ancient times. If you need help, just let me know." Brother Hu took the jade off his neck: "Can you see if this jade is real or not?" I took it and found that it was a peach-shaped jade lock, with the four characters "Jixiangmanmen" inscribed on the front, with Ganoderma lucidum decoration on the bottom, and cloud pattern windows on both sides, which is quite exquisite. I said, "You are asking the wrong question."

Brother Hu raised his eyebrows, and I explained: "It doesn't matter whether the jade is true or not, it depends on what you think it is." Brother Hu thought for a while, and told me that it was a jade lock made of Hetian jade, which was given by someone else, and said It is a family heirloom of a wealthy gentry family in the late Qing Dynasty.I took a few glances, took the jade and knocked it against the iron shelf next to it, turned around and smiled: "Is this jade a gift from someone else to curry favor with you?" "How to say?" "This jade is not Hetian jade. It is probably Qinghai jade or Russian jade. The sound is brittle when knocked, but it is still considered top-notch—but if it is old jade from the late Qing Dynasty, I don't think it is true."

Brother Hu leaned over with great interest, and picked up the jade lock to look at it: "How do you know?" I said it depends on your eyesight. You can see that there are some wear marks on the inside of the two windows where the moiré is. Right?Brother Hu stared at the light for a long time, then asked someone to bring a magnifying glass to look at it, and said that it was indeed there.I continued: "Do you think the abrasion marks are parallel to the window, or perpendicular?" Brother Hu squinted his eyes for a while and said they were parallel.I told him that when the old jade worker opened the window, he usually drilled a hole first, then inserted it with a jigsaw, circled the shape of the window, and then knocked off the window core, so the wear marks were perpendicular to the window. .This kind of craft takes a lot of energy, so today's jade craftsmen drill the holes first, and then use abrasive tools to grind the windows in circles, so the grinding marks go along the windows.Looking at the direction of the wear marks, you can probably judge whether the jade is new or old.

"In other words, this jade pendant is fake?" I shook my head: "Jade is a good jade, but the age and fineness were falsely reported." Brother Hu slapped his hands: "Okay, professional enough." "Gold, stone and jade can't be hidden from me." I replied lightly.Just now, when dealing with Qin Erye, I need to pretend to be a grandson as much as possible; now with people like Brother Hu, I need to be very confident. "However, it's not appropriate to just let you go. You said you would give me something, but I didn't want it. It's a big favor, isn't it?"

I cursed in my heart, anyway, now that the wrench is in his hands, he can only decide how to owe favors. He suddenly looked at me: "Looking at your accent, you don't seem to be from Shaanxi. You have a treasure and know so many things. What is your purpose in coming to Qishan?" I hesitated, not knowing what to say. Unexpectedly, Brother Hu waved his hand again: "Forget it, if it has nothing to do with me, don't say it." I thought to myself that even though he said that, if I didn't take the initiative to reveal something, I would still make him suspicious.This brother Hu seems to be very powerful in the local area, if I can borrow his strength, it is better than me to rush around with my eyes closed, so he said: "To tell you the truth, I came to Qishan to find someone. "

"Who?" "Ji Yunfu." Hearing the name, Brother Hu's eyes burst into a stern light, which immediately dimmed. He folded his arms slowly and said, "Are you looking for him to repay your favor, or to seek revenge?" Easy answer.I don't know what grievances Brother Hu has with Ji Yunfu. If the wrench is twisted, the wrench in his hand will not be forgiving. "No, I'm asking him something." I replied.If Ji Yunfu collects Weiban books, he must have a deep understanding of Weijing Academy's Publications Department, and he might be able to find something, so I'm not lying.

Brother Hu was a little dissatisfied with this answer, put down the wrench, and suddenly talked about another unrelated matter: "Two days ago, a Song Dynasty stele was unearthed near Qishan Mountain, and it should be transported to the county seat tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. The county organized an internal Auction. You come with me and appraise it for me, I plan to buy it.” After speaking, he glanced at the door: “I wanted Lao Qin to go, but it’s a pity that this is not up to the mark. " "But, this is an auction organized by Qishan County, right? I'm a person of unknown origin, how can I get in?" "You don't have to worry about that, just follow me, the secretary of the county party committee is my uncle." Brother Hu said lightly.I understand why Second Lord Qin is so afraid of him. In such a small place, the secretary of the county party committee is almost like the emperor.I heard that in some small places in Shaanxi, in order to solve financial problems, the local government has been looking for a way out, tacitly allowing related cultural relic dealers to resell some inconspicuous cultural relics.Brother Hu should have such a background. Brother Hu saw that I was silent, and said again: "If you help me, I will help you too. If you don't help me, then you have to pay me back. Do you think it's fair or not?" I quickly patted my chest: "Fair, fair. Among other things, I won't lose to others in Jinshi appraisal." Brother Hu found me a place to live, the conditions were much better than the small hotel I was looking for, but it was a little inconvenient: I was not allowed to go out.For three whole days, I stayed in the house.I also took this opportunity to reorganize the previous clues.During this period, I also asked Brother Hu to inquire about Kido Kana's movements. Brother Hu told me that this woman came under the banner of cultural exchanges, and the county did not dare to neglect her, and took her around various temples every day. It seems that she should be looking for clues about the head of the Jade Buddha in Zetianming Hall.Qishan is close to Empress Wu Zetian's Qianling Mausoleum, maybe she will find something in the temple - I guess that's what she thought. In fact, there is no conflict between me and Kido Kana's purpose.She hopes to decipher the notes and find out the whereabouts of her grandfather in China; but I need to decipher the notes as soon as possible so that Kido can take them back and persuade the people at the Institute of Northeast Asia to return the Buddha head to China.We all go the same way. But I still can't trust her, and I always feel that there is something hidden behind her. What worries me even more is another thing. After Liu Ju received the news that Kido Kana returned the Buddha head, he quickly received an anonymous letter claiming that the Buddha head was fake; after I intervened in this matter, I also received a note reminding Kido of fraud; Zheng Guoqu also received a call Entrusted him to buy that bronze mirror.There are so many mysteries and incomprehensible things-this makes me feel that there is a looming gaze hanging over my head all the time. The reason why I escaped from Zhengbie Village was, on the one hand, to get rid of Huang Yanyan and Zheng Guoqu, and on the other hand, I also wanted to get rid of this line of sight and gain freedom of movement. Just three days later, Brother Hu took me to the only hotel in the county.The decoration of this hotel is very trendy, with blue glass, aluminum alloy window frames, marble floors, and patches of white tiles on the outside.When we came to the garage on the first floor, many people were already standing inside. When they saw Brother Hu coming, they all came to say hello.There was a big fat man who dismissed him, Brother Hu snorted coldly and said nothing. The garage is now clearly divided into two factions, with the fat man and Brother Hu as the centers of the two circles.Brother Hu taught me before that there are two forces in the antique circle in Qishan County, one is Brother Hu, who does not belong to the antique circle strictly speaking, but with the support of the secretary of the county party committee, he will interfere when there is meat to eat; Another force is that big white fat man, his name is Feng Lei, and he is from a local antique family. It is said that the family has been a big antique family in Qishan since the Ming and Qing Dynasties. This one is an external force, and the other is a local force. The two parties must not be pleasing to anyone.Brother Hu is powerful, but he suffers from the fact that his hands are full of car repairers, and there are no professionals who can learn from the past, so he can only use Qin Erye's level of help.So when I showed my hand, I was immediately entrusted with a heavy responsibility by him.No way, there is a shortage of talents. In addition to these two groups of people, there was also a small pickup truck parked in the garage. Behind the pickup truck stood a stone monument nearly two meters high. The base was fixed with steel cables. The surface of the monument had been wiped clean. Rows of lowercase letters, surrounded by cloud and dragon patterns. Strictly speaking, these are cultural relics above the second level and are not allowed to be bought or sold.However, too many things are unearthed in Qishan every year. A stone tablet from the Song Dynasty is really nothing. Sometimes the county government is really short of funds, so it tacitly allows people to buy it secretly. A man who looked like a government official got off the pickup truck, looked around the crowd, and when he glanced at me, he frowned. Brother Hu whispered something in his ear, and he nodded, not pursuing further. "Hey, Brother Hu, you're here. It just so happens that the pickup is broken down, so let's take a look." Feng Lei's tone was full of sarcasm.Brother Hu remained calm and lit a cigarette to smoke.Feng Lei said again: "Who doesn't know, our brother Hu is one of the best in Qishan, and this is what repairing cars is." He raised his thumb and moved his chin towards the stone tablet. The people around laughed loudly, and several of Brother Hu's subordinates rushed to beat them, but they were stopped.Feng Lei smiled and said: "It seems that you have cultivated a lot, Brother Hu. Have you read a few more books recently to cultivate yourself? Read well, read more, and you won't suffer from being uneducated again." Judging from what he meant, it is estimated that Brother Hu suffered a dark loss from him before.The antique industry has very high professional requirements. It is a common occurrence for a layman to be punched.A mechanic who doesn't understand anything wants to rely on brute force to break into the antique circle, which will easily arouse the hatred of the people in that circle. Facing Feng Lei's provocation, Brother Hu didn't say anything. The government cadre frowned and shouted at him: "Fatty Feng, if you want to participate, stop talking nonsense, and if you talk too much, I'll kick you out!" Feng Lei laughed and yelled at the cadre He cupped his hands and stepped back.Brother Hu walked slowly to my side, and whispered: "Do you see clearly? You will die in a while and deal with him." I nodded. Apart from Feng Lei and Brother Hu, there were also a few foreign and local businessmen. They all kept a low profile and just shrank to the side. The cadre looked at his watch and said that we are about to start.The two of them slammed the garage door shut, and the whole room went dark in an instant. With a "snap", the four headlights in the garage lit up from the four corners, the floating dust in the air was clearly visible, and the atmosphere immediately changed. The cadre jumped onto the pickup truck, holding the stele with his hand, and began to talk about the rules of the auction.Regardless of whether it is sponsored by the government, it still uses the old rules of the antique circle, called "spreading beans into soldiers".Those who participate in the auction are called "immortals". Each person holds a handful of beans and a bowl, and agrees in advance how much a bean should cost.When the price is called, count the beans and put them in the bowl, and push them to the "judge".The judge looked at all the beans in the bowl, and returned the one with the lowest price, and returned the rest to the gods in turn according to the number of beans.In another round of competition, beans can be added, but not reduced.Repeatedly, bidding until there is only one bowl left. The beauty of this rule is that only the "judge" knows the specific bids of the "fairies" throughout the process. The "fairies" only know where their own beans are, but they don't know how many beans are placed in the upper house and the lower house.In this way, no one can compare a public auction, where one price is worth another price, and everyone will not hurt their peace, and there will be steps to go down, and harmony will make money. Brother Hu, Feng Lei, and the other three merchants all got a large blue and white porcelain bowl and a handful of beans.The cadre said, "Send someone up to inspect the goods first." Brother Hu gave me a wink, and I climbed into the pickup truck and looked around the stele with four other people. From the point of view of shape, this stele is a typical Song Dynasty style, with black and white characters.The forehead of the stele is Shuanglong grabbing pearls, carved with exquisite workmanship, and the master's life is written below in small letters, with more than a thousand characters, but unfortunately the time and date of inscription have been worn away and it is difficult to distinguish. Judging from the content, the owner of the stele is a local wealthy gentry in Qishan.At that time, Shaanxi was already occupied by the Jin soldiers. He missed his homeland and died of depression.The inscription says that he recited Lu You's "Shier" poem before his death, so this stele was carved after Lu You's death at least in 1210 AD.At that time, this poem had a great influence and was widely praised, and it was not surprising that it reached the ears of the survivors in Shaanxi. Such a stele with rich historical connotations is of high value.I looked around and found that the eyes of the other four people were flickering, and I knew that they had also seen the way.Next, is the most testing time.We must calculate how much this thing is worth based on the results of the inspection, and how much the competitor will pay.In terms of economics, it is to find a stop loss point. Whoever finds the right stop loss point will have the last laugh. We hop off the pickup and walk back to our respective circles.Brother Hu asked me in a low voice: "What do you think?" I nodded, "It's a good thing." Brother Hu breathed a sigh of relief, counted a few beans from his pocket, put them under the bowl, and pushed them in front of the "judge".Soon other people also made good bids, and a total of five bowls were placed in front of the "judge". The "judge" picked up the bowls one by one to take a closer look, then buckled them back, and pushed one of the bowls to a businessman.The businessman patted his head in frustration, threw the beans into his mouth and chewed them. As a result, Feng Lei ranked first, followed by Brother Hu, and the remaining two ranked third and fourth. Feng Lei snorted coldly, added a few more beans to the mouth of his bowl, pushed them up, and put them in front of the "judge" provocatively.The second round of bidding was announced, and another businessman was eliminated. This time, Brother Hu threw the most beans and grabbed the first place. Feng Lei retreated to the second place. The three of them were secretly guessing how many beans each put in the bowl.If you put less, you are afraid of being compared; if you put too much, you are afraid of losing money.Brother Hu asked me how to vote next, I thought about it, and deliberately loudly said that there was something wrong with the stele, and it might be a fake.Feng Lei laughed out loud when he heard it, and said that he is indeed the person you invited, Lao Hu, and his education level is about the same as yours.The cadre was also a little embarrassed, and asked me why I said that. With my hands behind my back, I took a few steps near the stele: "This stele is flawless both in terms of shape and material. Even the inscriptions on the stele have fully learned the simple style of writing in the Song Dynasty. Unfortunately, it ignores one of the most critical aspects." , There is a big loophole in the logic." Everyone stared at me, and I smiled slightly: "At that time, the area around Shaanxi was under the rule of the Kingdom of Jin, right?" "Yes." Most of the people present nodded.This is historical common sense. "The text on this stele has been talking about the benefits of the old Song Dynasty, longing to return to the motherland as soon as possible, not to mention it also quotes Lu You's "Shower", 'Wang Shibei sets the Central Plains Day'. For the Jurchens, this poem It’s completely reactionary. Just imagine, could this kind of thing be erected majestically in the area ruled by the Jin people? Even if the owner of the tomb is dead, what about his family? What about his descendants? Isn’t he afraid of being implicated by the nine clans?” After saying this sentence, everyone in the garage was taken aback for a moment, and they all started buzzing and whispering.I was afraid that Brother Hu would not understand, so I added an explanation: "It is equivalent to pulling up a banner on the streets of Beiping during the Anti-Japanese War, saying "Down with Japanese imperialism." Understood. The cadre said impatiently: "Who are you to say that a fake is a fake? It's not over yet." I apologized quickly, and Brother Hu stepped forward to smooth things over. But the impact of my words is already evident.Feng Lei's expression became a little weird, he hurriedly held down the bowl, and quietly lifted it up to look.The person next to him seemed to be arguing, which made Feng Lei a little at a loss, he didn't know where to put the hand holding Dou Zi. Brother Hu looked at Feng Lei with great enjoyment, expressed his appreciation to me, and then asked in a low voice, "Then shall we still scatter beans?" I said, "Yes, why don't you scatter? This stele is a good thing." Brother Hu I was a little puzzled: "Didn't you say that it is a fake?" I glanced at him: "Didn't you say that you want to deal with Fatty Feng severely?" Brother Hu's eyes lit up, he followed my instructions, and put a few more beans go down. The rules of Sprinkling Beans into Soldiers, either admit defeat and quit, or play to the end.Although Feng Lei and the others were in doubt, they had no choice but to continue playing. He and the businessman obviously hesitated to throw beans, so in the third round, Hu Ge was first, Feng Lei was second, and the foreign businessman conceded defeat and was eliminated. I couldn't help laughing out loud when I saw the results of this ranking.Feng Lei couldn't hold his breath, and asked me why I was laughing.I said that I was laughing at some people's low level of education and serious suspicion, and it is easy to suffer from being uneducated.Feng Lei was furious: "What do you mean?" I squinted my eyes: "After listening to what I said, did you become suspicious in your heart? You don't dare to throw beans anymore?" Feng Lei said: "Fart! Who are you, I still need to look at you when I throw beans?" I shrugged Shrugging, climbed back into the pickup truck, and pointed at the stele: "When you inspected the goods just now, didn't you see the line at the bottom of the stele?" Brother Hu was a little puzzled: "What line?" I knelt down, pointed to the bottom of the stele and said, "If the stele is to be erected, the bottom part must be buried in the soil. For more than a thousand years, the upper half has been exposed to the wind and the sun, and the lower half has been eroded by water and soil, and the color will become different. A line will naturally be drawn. This line is called the Yin-Yang line, which symbolizes the separation between the above-ground world and the underground world. And this one..." I slid my fingers slowly, and everyone in the garage noticed that the bottom of the stele was basically the same color as the top, without any obvious difference. "Isn't that more proof that it's a fake?" cried one of them.Feng Lei and the other businessmen were relieved, only Brother Hu was a little anxious, he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in my gourd. I stepped on the fender of the pickup truck and said condescendingly to the audience under the car: "I can't see it. If you think about it carefully, the Yin-Yang line and the inscription, these two pieces of evidence alone can prove that the stele is fake . But if we look at the two together, there is a diametrically opposite conclusion." "What do you mean?" Feng Lei asked. "Think about it carefully, why does this stele have no yin and yang lines? Why does this inscription dare to remember the old Song Dynasty in the area ruled by the Jin Kingdom? There is only one answer." I raised my finger and slowly slowed down my speech. Attracted by me: "This is not a stone tablet, but a negative tablet." When a knowledgeable person heard these two words, his eyes widened for a moment.I explained to Brother Hu: "The Yin tablet is a stone tablet placed in the tomb of the deceased. The tombs are all made of stone, and the body of the tablet is embedded in the stone, so naturally there are no Yin and Yang lines. After the tomb is closed, what is written on the inscription on it, Only the owner of the tomb knows, and outsiders have no way of finding out." "Then this stele is real?" "Whether it's true or not, judge for yourself, I might be lying." I glanced at the cadre who was the "judge", jumped off the pickup truck and walked to Brother Hu.Brother Hu patted me on the shoulder, admiring me, saying that just looking at Feng Lei's distorted face was worth the price of admission.The three eliminated businessmen also took pleasure in their misfortune. The most stressful thing right now is Feng Lei.He was very suspicious, and now after hearing my false and true words, he became even more impetuous, and didn't know whether to scatter the beans or not.He couldn't listen to anything now, and the few people in charge of appraisal around him wanted to give advice, but they were all choked back by his words, so they had to shut up. What is real is empty, and what is empty is real. This is the way of the art of war, and it is also the way of auction.Now only Brother Hu and Feng Lei are bidding. Feng Lei has been messed up by me, and I don't know how to bid.Next, as long as Brother Hu seizes the opportunity, he can either swallow the stele, or force Feng Lei to buy the stele back at a loss.No matter what, Brother Hu can breathe a sigh of relief. At this time, the cadre shouted: "The last round, two gods, let's throw beans." Under my instruction, Brother Hu calmly sprinkled beans, put the bowl on, and pushed it in front of the judge.But Feng Lei was holding the blue and white bowl, he was hesitant all the time, the judge urged him again and again, but he still didn't dare to place a bet.This time, the group of people behind Brother Hu started booing, sneering and mocking, and called Feng Lei's big white face purple and blue. Just when the judge gave the ultimatum, the garage door suddenly opened, and two people walked in from the outside, everyone in the garage was shocked.Strictly speaking, this auction is illegal. If it is exposed, not to mention the participants will be sentenced, even the Qishan government will be held accountable.Therefore, this hotel building is very heavily guarded, and idlers cannot even enter the compound. And these two people came in so easily, people couldn't help but wonder what their background was. They are a man and a woman.The man was about forty years old, with a Chinese character face, extremely long eyebrows, and a beard under his lips. He had the elegance of a scholar, but his face was a little pale.As for that woman, I am more familiar with it, who is it not Kido Kana? "Xiao Zheng," Brother Hu called me over, pointed at the man and said, "Aren't you looking for Ji Yunfu? It's him." I was taken aback. It turned out that the man was Ji Yunfu. How could he hook up with Kido Kana? It seems that Ji Yunfu's status in Qishan is not low. As soon as he came in, everyone in the garage automatically moved out of the way.The cadre in charge of the auction also rushed over and said, "Mr. Ji, are you here to bid too? But we are already in the last round, look..." Ji Yunfu waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'm not here to bid, It is to bring this Japanese friend to observe. You continue." His voice is deep and magnetic, much like the announcer of the Central People's Broadcasting Station.When the cadre heard this, he glanced at Kana Kido and smiled knowingly.Brother Hu turned his head and told me that this Ji Yunfu would often bring some foreigners over to buy antiques on the spot, and his tone was very dissatisfied. Feng Lei was originally in a trance, but when he saw Ji Yunfu coming, he was overjoyed.He was about the same age as Ji Yunfu, but he looked like a child who was being bullied, walking over and muttering quietly.Ji Yunfu smiled and listened to him, and then gestured to the cadre: "Can I take a look first?" The cadre looked at Brother Hu, and Brother Hu waved his hand, which means he agreed. Ji Yunfu cupped his hands at Brother Hu, and with a flick of his clothes, he jumped onto the pickup truck lightly, and there was a burst of applause from below.He circled the stone tablet twice, touched the inscription with his hand, then jumped out of the car, whispered something to Feng Lei, Feng Lei nodded hastily. Brother Hu was a little worried, and said to me: "There will be no accidents, right?" I slapped my chest and said, "Don't worry, this is the last round of bidding, and they won't be able to get out." I looked over there secretly , found that Ji Yunfu smiled in this direction intentionally or unintentionally, but he didn't know what the intention was. The "judge" shouted to bid as soon as possible, and soon Brother Hu and Feng Lei buckled the bowls and pushed them over.According to the rules of Casting Beans into Soldiers, this last round of price comparison, in order to show fairness, has to be looked up together. "Judge" moved his hands, and the two green bowls were moved away at the same time, with ten soybeans on one side and nine soybeans on the other. "Hu Gedo!" The judge made the final decision. One soybean represents 2,000 yuan, and ten soybeans equals 20,000 yuan.This is a huge sum in Qishan.According to my inference, Feng Lei's previous bid was either eight or nine.According to the regulations, each round of bidding must increase the price. His final price was only nine grains, which showed that after listening to Ji Yunfu's suggestion, Feng Lei resolutely gave up the price increase, which was tantamount to admitting defeat. Brother Hu was so happy that he handed over the money on the spot, and everyone around him congratulated him.I didn't want to show my face, so I shrank into a corner to avoid being discovered by Kido Kana.At this time, Feng Lei suddenly burst out laughing: "Forgive you for being a ghost, but you still have to drink Mr. Ji's footwashing water." Brother Hu frowned: "Fatty Feng, if you lose, you lose. Why are you so unmannered?" Feng Lei said, "I didn't lose, and you didn't win either. I played with you for a long time and saw that you spent 20,000 yuan on waste products. I am very happy to go back to build a chicken coop.” "Hmph, you're still so stubborn after losing. I also have appraisal experts here, so I'd like to hear the truth behind what Mr. Ji said." Brother Hu crossed his arms and asked me to stand in front.I saw that it was inevitable, so I had to bite the bullet and stand up.Kido Kana saw that it was me, raised her eyebrows, but remained calm.The two of us looked at each other, and the eyes were meaningful. Ji Yunfu smiled and said: "Brother Hu, I just slapped Xiao Feng's eyes and said a few words casually, but I may not be able to do a lot." His words were humble, but Brother Hu refused to give in: "Mr. Ji, you are too. A person with status in the Qishan region can win nine tripods with one word. If this word is spread, even if my stele is true, it will be passed on as a false one. How will it be calculated then?" He asked again and again.Ji Yunfu shook his head, walked up to me, and said to me: "I heard from Xiao Feng just now. You are not limited to the cultural relics themselves, you fit the yin and yang lines and the inscriptions, and you can connect with the environment at that time. , I admire it very much. However, your Excellency also has a little ignorance." "Oh? What's the omission?" I asked lightly.I have verified the stele in my mind more than a dozen times just now, no matter from which aspect, there is no problem.Even if there are flaws, they still need to rely on some large-scale detection equipment to find out. I don't believe that Ji Yunfu has any means to find out the problem after just two turns. Ji Yunfu's expression seemed to be standing in a university lecture hall, raising his hand a little: "Let's watch this song "Shower" by Lu Fangweng." The full text of the inscription quotes four sentences from "Shier", "When you die, you know everything is empty, but you don't see the same in Kyushu. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and the family sacrifices will never be forgotten to tell Nai Weng", which shows the patriotic heart of the master of the stele.Ji Yunfu smiled and said, "Xiao Zheng, what clues can you see?" "Stupidity." I sneered.I have memorized these four sentences in elementary school textbooks, and I know them by heart, so what's the problem? "Lu Fangweng's poem, once written, immediately became famous across the country. Many people with lofty ideals were moved by his patriotism. As Xiao Zheng said, Qishan is the ancestral land of China, and there are many patriots. Lu Weng's poem has been passed down So far, it is not surprising that someone has been carved into a private house..." Ji Yunfu said eloquently, and the words changed abruptly, "However, there is a word in this poem that would never have appeared in the Southern Song Dynasty." There was a "thud" in my heart, and I realized that something was wrong.Ji Yunfu lightly touched the surface of the stele with his finger, and stopped before a word. That is the word "yuan" in the first line of the poem "When you die, you know everything is empty". "What's wrong with that word?" Ji Yunfu drew a "Yuan" character in mid-air with his finger: "Before the Ming Dynasty, there was no 'original', and they were all written as 'Yuanlai'. Before the cold and chaos in Shandong, Liu Xiangyuan didn't read books when he came here'; Another example is Yelu Chucai's poem "The Old Man Wansong's Piano Score": "The news of Xu Zhen in Yuanlai is not at the strings and fingers." Later, Zhu Yuanzhang destroyed the Yuan Dynasty and sat down in the world. , I didn’t like this word, so I replaced “Yuanlai” with “Yuan”. In other words, this stele was also from the Ming Dynasty at the earliest.” He quoted scriptures casually, but my brain was buzzing.This time, he was corrected by someone. The monuments of the Ming Dynasty and the monuments of the Song Dynasty are not of the same grade, and the prices of the two will be much different.Unexpectedly, I was full of confidence, but fell on a small Chinese character.In the past, I have heard of many old masters who lost their eyes and ruined their fame for a lifetime, but until now, I have truly experienced their astonishment and pain at the moment when the answer was revealed. "Xiao Zheng, you place too much emphasis on utensils, but you ignore these changes in writing." Ji Yunfu still had a kind expression, "I have a few Song version books in my family, and there are many examples on them. If you want to Check it out, I can lend it to you." I didn't listen to what he said.Ever since I set foot in Wumai, I relied on a copy of "Su Ding Lu" to pass the test all the way.But here in Qishan, someone gave me a hard blow... This blow made me feel a little dazed for a while. Brother Hu was also astonished.Although he didn't understand what we were talking about, he could hear the fact that he spent a lot of money to buy fakes.The key point is that this is an auction organized by the government. You have inspected the goods in advance, and you can only count yourself as unlucky if you buy a fake. Even if it is the nephew of the county party secretary, the money cannot be refunded. He gave me a gloomy look: "Xiao Zheng, I remember you patted my chest, right?" At some point, there was another wrench dangling in his hand.I wanted to explain, but my throat was so dry that I couldn't speak, and my hands began to tremble uncontrollably.Several people under his command have surrounded me, which is very different from the respect I had just now.It's no wonder that my mistake not only cost him 20,000 yuan, but also humiliated him in front of Feng Lei. With his vengeful personality, it's no wonder he would let me go. At this time, Ji Yunfu walked up to Brother Hu: "I want to take a step to talk to this little friend, Brother Hu, can you make it easier for me?" "After I finish talking with him, if I still have life, I can talk to you later." Brother Hu said. Ji Yunfu said: "For those who often hunt, no one is afraid of being pecked by geese once. If Brother Hu is not happy, why not go to my place and pick one if you like it. Although my collection is not many treasures, but It’s not without a little bit of love.” He implied that he was going to exchange an antique for my person.I was quite surprised, I don't know why he was so generous to a stranger. Unexpectedly, Brother Hu sneered and said: "Who cares about your things. Let me tell you, I brought this man surnamed Zheng. I want to take him away today, and no one can stop him!" Ji Yunfu wanted to persuade him again, but I He raised his head abruptly, and said with force: "Mr. Ji, I appreciate your kindness. However, if you help someone's eyes, you will be aware of being punched. This time the fault is mine, and I accept the blame." After finishing speaking, I straightened my skirt and made a go gesture to Brother Hu.Brother Hu was not polite, he pulled my arm and walked out.The people around were either gloating like Feng Lei, or they were as indifferent as the cadres, standing still. At this time, a petite figure stood between the garage door and Brother Hu. Both Brother Hu and I were taken aback. After a closer look, it was Kana Kido.Brother Hu heard what Ji Yunfu said just now, and knew that this was a Japanese foreign guest, so he couldn't be rude to push and push, so he frowned and said, "I don't hit women, get out of the way." Kido Kana bowed deeply to him , said in unproficient Chinese: "Hu Sang, there is something I must ask you for." "what?" "This person is very important to me, can you please raise your hand?" Kido Kana said pointing at me. Brother Hu yelled impatiently: "Don't think that I'm afraid of you because you are a foreign guest. I must take this person away today!" Kido Kana heard that, with an expression as if he was about to cry, and bowed again and again, making Brother Hu feel uncomfortable. comfortable.He couldn't bear this treatment, scratched his head, and shouted angrily: "Who is he to you?" 木户加奈深吸一口气，面色有些绯红：“他……呃……是我的男朋友。” 这下别说胡哥，连我都愣住了。这丫头还真敢说，满打满算我们一共没见过三次面，她现在居然就对外人说跟我处对象了？胡哥狐疑地看了我一眼，问我是不是。我尴尬地笑了笑，避而不答。 这时从车库外匆匆过来一个人，对胡哥耳语一句。胡哥一惊：“我舅舅真是这么说的？”那人点点头。胡哥咬咬牙，对木户加奈道：“你可以把人领回去，但我的损失该怎么办？” 木户加奈连忙道：“我已经答应岐山政府的王桑，会牵线向日本文化基金会申请一笔经费，用于岐山文化的研究工作，希望胡桑到时候也可以参与进来。” 车库里的人一起“哦”了一声，这里都是人精，一听就明白其中原委。看来那位木户小姐在日本颇有背景，能给岐山政府带来笔额外收入，县委书记自然不会让自己外甥坏了这笔买卖。胡哥再跋扈嚣张，也不敢跟他舅舅作对。大家都不免多看了一眼这怯弱弱的小姑娘，再看看我，估计都在心里骂说一朵鲜花插在了牛粪上。 胡哥把手搭在我肩上，那把沉甸甸的扳手横顶在我的咽喉，阵阵发寒：“臭小子，这次有女人保你。下次注意点，没金刚钻别瞎来揽这瓷器活儿。可不是每个人都像我一样讲道理。”他把扳手拿开，扬长而去。 他离开以后，其他人也都纷纷散去，姬云浮和木户加奈走到我跟前。木户加奈伸出双手，帮我整了整凌乱的衣领，拍了拍肩上的尘土，好似一个刚过门的小媳妇。说实话，这是我最不愿意与木户加奈相遇的方式。有价值的情报没到手不说，还平白受了她的恩惠，这以后在她面前我都无法抬头了。 姬云浮大概是看出了我的尴尬，善解人意地笑了笑，什么都没说，挥手让我们跟他走。出了宾馆大院，门口停着一辆北京吉普。姬云浮直接钻进驾驶室，我和木户坐到车后头。木户对我说：“我们回去姬桑的住所，在那里很安全，不会有人知道。” 我看了她一眼，木户笑吟吟地用力点了点头。她在暗示我，她不会把我的行踪暴露给方震、刘局或者五脉的人——看来我在安阳失踪的消息，她也听说了。 我在心里思索，她这算是一种交易吗？用闭嘴来交换我的情报。她把我带到姬云浮这里来，到底有何用意？姬云浮是岐山著名的味经书院刊书处收藏家，他跟许一城等人，会不会有什么联系？木户加奈在岐山，已经找到和青铜关公有关的线索了吗？ 一个个疑问盘旋而出，在一瞬间，我有种抓住木户加奈把她知道的东西都倒出来的冲动，表情不知不觉变得狰狞起来。木户加奈注意到我的目光，下意识地往旁边躲了躲。我这才回过神来，赶紧调整五官，讪讪地转过脸去。木户加奈眨巴眨巴眼睛，噗嗤一声笑出声来，大概是我的样子太傻了吧。 吉普车一路向北，很快来到岐山郊区的一处幽静所在。这里风景秀丽，背靠巍巍青山，前有小河，不太像陕北的黄土高坡，更像是江南风光。吉普车离开公路，进入一条土路，颠簸了约摸十几分钟，在一处院子前停住了。 这院子很古老，四周被青砖高墙所围，正面两扇朱漆门板，顶部出檐，气魄大得很。墙头居然还有几个垛口，不过上头已经长满了荒草，还有几处坍塌的痕迹。姬云浮道：“这是我家解放前的老宅，原先被没收了当美术厂，现在还了一小部分到我手里。” 他下了车，掏出钥匙开门，把我们领了进去。这大院的主人估计以前权势不小，照壁高大，甬道宽阔，看这个架势，少说也有七八个大院落。正中一栋宗祠，上头有幅姬姓楹联：教稼田官，肇周家始祖；行仁者王，徙岐山古公。不过宗祠大门紧闭，估计也是好久没修缮过了。唯一有现代气息的，是屋顶高高竖立起的一截天线。 到了姬云浮住的院子里，他一开门，一股混杂了书墨香气和旧蠹的味道扑鼻而来。这个地方，实在出乎我的意料。我本以为一代大儒形象，家里应该是书画在壁，处处梅竹，素净木椅，可眼前这屋子里却是杂乱无章——甚至可以说有些邋遢。 这屋子颇为轩敞，光是大厅就有七十多平米，厅里最多的东西，是书。大厅三壁都是顶天立地的实木书架，上面书本摆得满满。还有更多的书，被塑料绳一捆捆绑好，堆放在地上，其他地方如沙发旁、茶几底下、三角橱的边缝、花盆上头，也都搁着两三本书。那些书半开倒扣，似乎是主人看到一半随手放下，就再没拿起来过。放眼一望，真是密密麻麻，乱得不可开交。 在大厅正中，还搁着一台老式幻灯机，正对着幻灯机的书架上卷着一团白布，应该是做屏幕用的。屋子里唯一和书没关系的，是靠着窗边的一架无线电台，一根长长的天线伸出去，估计是和外头的天线相接。 “是不是很意外？”姬云浮问。 我老老实实地点了点头。我以为像他这种收藏大家，屋里起码得摆上几件老瓷玉鼎才配得上身份，可这里除了书就只有书。 姬云浮哈哈大笑：“我的其他收藏，都搁别的地方了。这里是专门放书的。至于那个无线电，是因为我除了搞收藏以外，还是宝鸡市无线电爱好者协会的会员。我从不离开岐山，就靠它跟外面的朋友联络了。” 他让我们随便坐，然后拎起个热水瓶要给我们倒水，晃了晃，发现空了，一掀帘子走了出去。 我把人民文学出版社的《盗火》和《马克思传》这两本书从沙发上挪开，一屁股坐了下去。木户加奈却饶有兴趣地背着手在书架前浏览，不时抽出一本翻上两页。 “你也在找姬云浮？”我轻声问道。 “味经书院。”木户加奈手里继续翻着书，吐出四个字来，然后补充了一句，“对不起……” 果然不出所料，木户有三在日本一定留下了味经书院的相关记录。姬云浮是岐山最有名的书籍收藏家，木户加奈循着这条线摸到这里，必然会找他。这一点我们的思路不谋而合，但她比我抢先一步。 我问她这个姬云浮到底什么来头，木户加奈却摇摇头，说：“我与他刚刚接触，我对这个人知道的和你一样多。”我“哦”了一声，不置可否。 “许桑，你是不是生我的气？”木户加奈转过身来凑近我，轻声轻气地问。她一副怯弱弱的样子，仿佛怕触怒到我。我不动声色：“我们在追查同一段祖辈的历史，本该坦诚相待才对。”木户加奈道：“这件事我本来可以解释，可对许桑造成的困扰却是无法弥补……” 我以为她又要鞠躬道歉，不料她的身体前倾，先是细长的头发撩到我的面孔，然后一对热唇印上了我的额头。在我没反应过来之前，她已似触电般飞快地脱离。我猝不及防傻在那里，不知该如何反应才好。 “就算要表达歉意，也不必用这么亲热的手段吧……”我下意识地摸了摸额头。木户加奈站得稍微远了点，满脸涨红，双手绞着衣角，双眼却勇敢地看过来，仿佛完成了一件艰巨的任务。此时的她，不再像是山口百惠，而是更接近小鹿纯子。 这时姬云浮已经回来了，手里拿着两个玻璃杯。他似乎没发现我们两个的异状，径直倒了两杯水给我们，然后坐到一张檀木书桌后。我们收敛了刚才一瞬间的尴尬，四道目光同时投向姬云浮。这个人一举一动，似乎都颇有深意，我和木户加奈都有这种感觉，与其说是我们找到他，倒不如说他一直在等我们出现。 果然，他十指交叠，垫住下巴，开口第一句就是：“我盼这一天已经很久了。” “您知道我们是谁？”我问。 姬云浮大笑：“能够和许一城、木户有三两位前辈的后代相遇，见证一段传奇，实乃我平生一大幸事。” 我们两个对视一眼，都能看到彼此心中的惊骇。他一口就说破了我们两个人的身份，他到底是谁？木户加奈开口道：“莫非您……也是当年佛头案的参与者？”说完她自己笑了，姬云浮看年纪不过四十出头，佛头案那会儿他还没出生呢。 姬云浮摇摇头道：“你们甭猜了，我跟你们五脉没有任何关系，我家长辈也没任何瓜葛，是个彻头彻尾的局外人，佛头这件事，纯属我的个人兴趣。”他走到书架旁，随手抽出一本书，从里面拿出一张剪报：“这是许一城佛头案事发以后，上海《大公报》的报道。” 我接过剪报，看到上面，内容和我了解的差不多，说许一城汉奸卖国盗窃文物云云。 姬云浮背起手来，在屋子里慢慢踱步：“我这个人身体不好，不大外出，所以就窝在家里，嗜书如命，喜欢搜集各类资料。一次偶尔的机会，让我接触到了佛头案的这篇报道，发觉里面疑点颇多。一来，许一城这个人在民国古董圈子声望很高，这么一个耆宿，何以自甘堕落？二来，我寻遍了民国当时各大报章甚至日本的资料，内容多是事后采访各界人士的反应，对案子本身却所提甚少，他们如何找到佛头，佛头是什么样子，均语焉不详。如此大案，细节却如此潦草，其中必有缘故。我就动了调查的心思……” 他一边说着，又走到另外一处书架旁，拈出一张透明胶片，把它搁到幻灯机里，将白屏拉下来。一开机，一张巨大的照片映现在白布上。我和木户加奈顿时都屏住了呼吸。 “其实一开始我只是随便查查，结果无意中发现了这个东西，才真正让我开始集中精力挖掘。”姬云浮道，拿着一根小讲棍指向屏幕。 屏幕上是一张照片。这是一张我们都很熟悉的照片，是木户有三在坍塌城墙前的合影。 姬云浮道：“这张照片两位肯定都不陌生，是在日本考古学报上登出来的，是木户先生在考察途中的照片。你们仔细看，在两个人身后有一条坍塌的城墙，仔细看城墙光影的角度，很奇怪，对不对？在木户先生身旁本该是阴影的部分，却透过来阳光，难道木户先生是个透明人？而且你们看，城砖的接缝处很不自然，像是拼起来的。” “您的意思是……”木户加奈皱起眉头。 “我认为，这张照片是伪造的，至少是经过了处理。”姬云浮拍了拍手，“而且伪造地点，就在岐山的味经书院刊书处。” 我听到味经书院这四个字，心里一跳。似乎玉佛头在岐山的所有线索，都绕不开这个名字。我连忙问道：“有什么证据吗？” 姬云浮仔细摆弄了一下照片，又调了一下灯光。我们看到，放大后的照片右侧边框，有一些不规则的黑印，排列稀疏，头部尖锐，像是高速飞行的墨点在瞬间凝固。 我和木户看了半天，看不出什么名堂。 姬云浮道：“光是这么看，是看不出来什么的。”他又拿出另外一张胶片，这胶片上是一簇工笔风格的竹枝，颇为隽美。他将这两张胶片的边缘重叠在一起，重新放在聚光灯下，我们看到，那些黑印和那簇竹枝的竹叶尖端轮廓贴合得分毫不差。 “味经书院刊书处的印记，皆以竹林为标记。这张照片在冲洗拼接时，用的是刊书处的底版，所以也带了一点竹叶小尖，成为该照片是味经书院处理的最关键证据。”姬云浮道。 我暗暗佩服，这个发现说破了很简单，但能从黑印联想到书标，这需要极强的观察能力与联想力，还有大量的资料储备。我看了姬云浮一眼，越发觉得这男人深不可测。 “当我搞清楚这件事情以后，兴趣更大了。味经书院刊书处在1931年已经迁来岐山，所以这张照片肯定是在岐山处理的，我实在没想到，佛头案居然还能和我的家乡扯上关系，这真可以说是宿命的安排。” “可是，味经书院不是个出版机构吗？”木户加奈不解。 “民国时期，照相技术与印刷息息相关。味经书院迁至岐山以后，除了搞出版以外，对摄影业务也有所涉猎。历代陕西主政者，都利用过这个技术，来为自己做政治宣传，像是陆建章、陈树藩、冯玉祥、刘镇华等等……” 姬云浮在书堆和书架之间来回徜徉，边走边说，说到关键之处，随手就能拿出一页文献或照片以资佐证。那些资料看似摆放得凌乱不堪，对他来说却是信手拈来，一切熟稔于胸。一会儿工夫，屋子里桌上地板上已经摆满了资料，放眼望去白花花的一片。木户听得非常认真，还拿出小本本来记录，倒显得我有些漫不经心。 姬云浮说：“当我发现这照片是伪造的以后，冒出来两个问题：一、这张照片的原版是什么；二、为什么要伪造。” “我想我可以解答第一个问题。”我平静地回答。姬云浮闻言，双目精光暴射，走过来双手抓住我肩膀，急切问道：“说，快说！”我问他：“你知道付贵吗？” 姬云浮道：“哦？付贵，是那个逮捕许一城的探长吧？”他果然对佛头案有精深的了解，对里面的人名如数家珍。我把去天津寻访付贵的事情说了一遍，说从他手里得到一张原版照片，可惜已经被方震拿去检验，我只能口头简单描述一下。 原版与伪造版最大的差异，是后者少了一个许一城。姬云浮听完我的描述，松开手，闭起眼睛沉思片刻，突然睁开，拿起一支马克笔，在胶片上把所有不自然的地方勾勒出来，轮廓恰好是一个人形。他拿给我看，我点点头，许一城大概就是在这个位置。 姬云浮一拍大腿：“这样第二个问题我也搞明白了。”他快步走回到幻灯机前，指着那张照片道：“当你们看到木户有三这张单人照的时候，会想到什么？” 木户加奈“啊”地叫了一声，一脸兴奋：“是拍照者！” 姬云浮满意地点点头：“所有的公开资料里，许一城和木户有三的考察队只有他们两个人。我们看到木户有三的独照，自然就会联想到，拍照者是许一城——可是，真正的照片，却是他们两个的合影，这说明什么问题？这说明还有第三者存在！一个在所有记录里都找不到的第三者。” 我脑海里一下子就浮现出一个名字：郑虎！ 这是我目前知道的唯一一个与考察有关的第三者。可是时间有点对不上，郑虎在考察前就返回安阳了，难道说，还有一个人不成？ “能确定这张照片的拍摄时间和地点吗？”我问。姬云浮遗憾地摇摇头：“如果有原版底片，说不定能分析出来拍摄时间，光是这张翻拍的，就没办法了。” 姬云浮头脑敏锐，又对岐山掌故熟稔，如果我把郑虎和青铜关公的事告诉他，说不定能找出端倪。我陷入犹豫，这个人能力没问题，但究竟可信与否，还有待观察。 这时候木户加奈道：“日本方面的记录里，确实只有记录我祖父与许一城先生同行的记录。这个第三者，会不会只是路过的村民帮忙拍照呢？”姬云浮立刻否定了这个说法：“第一，那个时代的照相机不像现在这么便捷，没经过专业训练，是很难操作的；第二，如果只是普通的旁人帮忙，为什么事后要特意给照片进行处理？” 木户加奈失望地表示赞同，她把记录本放下，又满怀希望地开口道：“如果能找到当时味经书院的记录就好了。” 姬云浮道：“我一直以来，都在搜集和味经书院有关的东西：县志、馆藏、旧书旧档案、甚至师生笔记和校方账本，希望能从中找到蛛丝马迹。可惜到目前为止，都没有找到和这件事有关的任何记载。不过……”他关掉幻灯机，重新坐回到座位上，露出笑容：“不过我的努力也并非没有收获。我想你们两位一定知道，许一城审判的时候，留下了三本笔记。这三本笔记四角镶莲瓣银，牛皮外皮，厚约八十页，用的还是洋县华亭镇的蔡侯纸。” 我和木户加奈惊疑对望，只得默默点头，心想还有什么事是这个叫姬云浮的家伙不知道的。姬云浮随手拿起一本书给我们，上面说陕西洋县华亭镇是汉代蔡伦进行造纸实验的地方，当地造纸一直延续到民国，生产的土纸在陕西境内颇受欢迎——味经书院出版的书籍，很多都是从这里进纸。 “根据我收藏的味经书院账本，这些笔记的制作时间大约是在1930年左右。当时主政陕西的是杨虎城将军，他帮味经书院化解了一次大危机。可是杨将军为官清廉，不收重礼，刊书处便特制了这种笔记本，作为礼物相赠，一共只生产了十本。它最初的用途，是在戎马倥偬之间方便记录，所以用鞣制牛皮为封皮，耐磨；镶莲瓣银，则是为了体现出杨将军的身份。” “那怎么会流落到许一城手里呢？”我问。 姬云浮道：“味经书院赠给杨将军的，一共只有七本，还剩下三本。我推测，许、木户二人抵达岐山以后，在味经书院得到这剩余三本，用于野外考察记录之用。可惜东窗事发以后，这三本笔记在审判时被当成了二类证据，很快被一个日本外交官要走了。” “那个人叫姊小路永德。”我补充道。这是从付贵那里听来的。姬云浮连忙把这个名字记下来。这时候，木户加奈挺直了身体：“姬桑、许桑，非常抱歉，事实并非如此。” “哦……”姬云浮眉头一扬。 “在许桑见完付贵以后，我拜托日本的朋友查过了。事实上，当时中日关系已经极度恶化，没有外交官参与过许一城的审判。而且，也没有一个驻华外交官叫做姊小路永德。” "That is to say..." “那个人，很可能是冒充的。” 姬云浮颔首喃喃道：“这倒是能解释很多事情了……如果姊小路永德是冒充的，那么这个人一定和木户有三、许一城都有关系，说不定，正是那张照片上的神秘第三人。”说到这里，姬云浮用双手垫住下巴，双眼露出狡黠的光芒：“如果我没猜错的话，许先生和木户小姐，应该各持有一本莲银牛皮笔记吧？” 我们都承认。姬云浮道：“看来，那个神秘人拿到笔记以后，把其中一本交给木户带回日本，另外两本留在中国，其中一本就留在许家。” “听起来，你一直在等我们。”我问出了刚才一直想问的问题。 “没错！五脉和木户的后人，只要稍微多动些心思，就会发现笔记上与味经书院的联系，一定会来岐山寻访。而我在岐山研究味经书院的名气，尽人皆知。所以你们一到岐山，自然就会被引导到我这里。” 我们不得不承认他说的没错。木户加奈是通过文物局官员，而我是通过秦二爷，两条不相干的线都被引导到了姬云浮这里。他只要稳坐中军帐，早晚会有人上门来。 “可是，为什么你会对这种事如此上心？明明和你毫无关系啊。”我忍不住问。 姬云浮露出孩子般的顽皮神情：“你见过小孩子捉蜻蜓吗？”我有点发怔，不知道他是什么意思。姬云浮伸出手在半空，一脸迷醉：“小孩子会拿一个网兜，系在竹竿上，追着蜻蜓跑，一玩可以玩上一整天，不知疲倦。你若问他捉住蜻蜓有什么用，他反而答不出来。”他把手收了回来：“我也是一样。