Chapter 565: King Qing's Treasure

One of them was a middle-aged lady with a red armband, who should be a staff member of the neighborhood committee.

The other two, a man and a woman, were probably a middle-aged couple.

The man was handsome and wore glasses like an intellectual, while the woman was a little rustic. The two had completely different temperaments.

Du Fei was startled. Could it be that someone had moved into the house so soon?

This was not good news.

Because no one was there before, Xiao Hong's men could search the house without restraint.

But once someone moved in, they would definitely restrain themselves.

The three people did not stay for long. After a round, they left quickly.

Du Fei worked in the street, and he knew how tight the houses in Beijing were. If there was a chance to get a house, no one would give up even if they knew someone had died.

According to the normal procedures, someone would move in in three or four days at most.

Du Fei disconnected the field of vision synchronization, thinking whether to give up this place, or wait for the other party to move in and repair the house.

If the house was repaired, maybe something could be found.

Du Fei leaned on the bed, and the radio was still playing "Red Lantern".

To be honest, although the model opera has not been polished by time, it lacks some charm compared to traditional Peking Opera, but it is more compact and beautiful.

Du Fei was thinking, and he unconsciously slapped the coffee table with his hands to the rhythm.

Who knew that before "Red Lantern" was finished, Xiao Hong's emotions fluctuated again.

I don't know what happened, and the vision was connected again.

Xiao Hong was still in the same place as before, and saw a person sneaking around in the house without turning on the lights in the dark.

Du Fei took a closer look and found that it was a skinny person with a bit of shifty eyes.

He should not be too old, only in his twenties.

Because the house had been cleaned up by Qiao Dali's parents before, everything that could be taken away in the house was taken away.

It was bare, and it was obvious at a glance.

This person touched here and there, walked from the outer room to the inner room, and then went to the kitchen with his butt sticking out his butt and reaching into the stove to grope.

But he didn't find anything.

Because of his previous experience, Du Fei also paid special attention to the stove in Qiao Dali's house, and had long confirmed that there was nothing hidden inside.

The man looked up again, mumbling something in his mouth, and no one knew what he was saying.

The roof of Qiao Dali's house was covered with expired newspapers, and the beams and pillars of the house itself could not be seen.

Du Fei had thought before whether Qiao Dali would hide things on the stove, and had asked Xiaohong to go in and take a look.

It was clear at a glance that there was nothing hidden on it.

However, this person seemed to know something, and he turned around the house twice with a purpose, carefully checking the stoves inside and outside the house.

Finally, he found something in a corner of the wall.

He carefully raised his foot to step on the windowsill next to him and stretched his arm to grope upwards.

The stove on the top was too old, and the paste had long lost its stickiness. After being touched twice by the man, it separated from the wall and drooped down a corner.

Du Fei saw this scene through Xiaohong's vision, and his heart moved.

At the same time, the man's face showed joy, with one hand holding the wall and the other hand reaching into the thin material to grope.

Before he could do that, his face suddenly changed.

Then he showed a very painful expression, wanting to scream but not daring to make a sound, and gritted his teeth to hold it back.

Then he suddenly pulled his hand back from above.

At this time, Xiaohong was hiding under the corner of the wall not far from him.

Du Fei saw clearly that there was a mousetrap in this man's hand!

The clip was serrated, and the index and middle fingers of the man's right hand were caught in it, probably cutting off the blood vessels, and blood was oozing out.

The man

sat on the ground with his teeth clenched, his face twisted in pain, and he used his other hand to pry the mousetrap hard, trying to pull his hand out of it.

The spring of the mousetrap was very hard and deeply embedded in the flesh. It hurt when touched, and it hurt when not touched.

Du Fei was overjoyed.

No need to ask, this mousetrap must have been left by Qiao Dali.

Could this be the place where Qiao Dali hid things?

After a while, the man finally took down the mousetrap.

Although his hands were covered with blood, it was just a superficial wound, nothing serious.

He was still thinking about the things above, so he covered the wound with clothes, climbed up from the ground, and stepped on the windowsill again.

Du Fei looked at it and felt something was wrong.

If Qiao Dali really put something on it, what's the point of making a mousetrap?

This thing can't kill people.

Even if it is triggered, the things will still be lost.

However, at this moment, the man stepped on the windowsill, and before he could climb up again, his face suddenly froze, and then his eyes bulged, and he sat down on the ground with a painful expression.

Du Fei was stunned, and before he could react, the man kicked his legs and died.

At this moment, Du Fei's heart was filled with countless grass mud horses.

Just now, I thought that the mousetrap would not kill people, but in the blink of an eye, the person died. This slap in the face came too quickly.

He also realized that Qiao Dali must have coated the mousetrap with a deadly poison.

It was probably cyanide or something like that, which killed people instantly after it came into contact with blood.

Du Fei took a deep breath and thought that Qiao Dali was a really ruthless person.

This house probably won't be able to be moved out.

If Qiao Dali had died in the house before, some people might have been lucky.

But not long after, another person died in the house, which definitely confirmed the reputation of the haunted house.

Who knows how many rumors will be fabricated by then!

Du Fei didn't care about these things. He calmed down a little and immediately let Xiao Hong go over and climb over the corpse to the roof.

Xiaohong was very agile. After receiving the order, she got up in a few clicks.

But it weighs more than an ordinary mouse, and even though the newspaper-paste house has iron wire keels, it may not be able to withstand Xiaohong's weight.

So it climbed up very carefully.

Du Fei used his vision synchronization to check the situation inside.

It didn't take long to find the place for the mouse trap.

Finally it dawned on me.

No wonder Xiaohong's mice were digging holes here and there, but they were never found.

It turned out that Qiao Dali was such a thief that he actually made a hole directly under the beam on the wall, pulled out the wall tiles inside, and created a sandwich wall.

The opening was in the beam, and a secret door was made into which only one hand could enter.

The poisoned mouse trap is placed inside the secret door.

If it was Qiao Dali himself who opened the secret door and took out the mouse trap, everything would be fine.

But if it were someone else who didn't know what was going on and put their hand directly in, they would definitely die if they were caught.

Du Fei subconsciously swallowed and spit.

I thought that Qiao Dali was really cruel and ruthless.

It's a pity that not only was he killed, but the ambush was also avoided, and Du Fei got an advantage in the end.

While thinking about it, he let Xiaohong pass.

The entrance between the walls is very small, and the space inside is not large.

Du Fei adjusted his perspective and looked inside.

It was about the size of two dictionaries, and inside were two tightly wrapped cloth bags.

Xiaohong stretched out her paw, pulled out the two cloth bags, and dropped them to the ground one after another.

One was lighter and made a muffled sound of "puff", while the other made a "clang" sound, making the sound of gold and iron colliding.

Although Du Fei couldn't hear, he could see the state of the two cloth bags after they landed.

The former bounced slightly, while the latter fell motionless to the ground.

Followed by Xiao Hong coming down from above.

There is a rope tied to the cloth bag, and Xiaohong bites the rope one by one.

The first cloth bag was easily carried back into the hole, but the second one was quite heavy. Xiaohong bit it and dragged it, feeling very strenuous.

Du Fei looked at the size of the cloth bag, and there might be a large yellow croaker inside.

But at this moment, a light suddenly swept outside the window.

Du Fei felt a shiver in his heart, knowing that it was a flashlight. It was probably that the movement in the room had alerted the outside world.

Xiao Hong couldn't help but speed up.

The person holding a flashlight outside was originally going to get into the tub, but as soon as he went out, he heard a "clang".

He followed the voice and saw that it was Qiao Dalijia.

Subconsciously shouted "Who"?

In the middle of the night, he made a loud noise.

Suddenly, the people in the room next to me were startled, and they cursed, "Wu Laoer, what are you shouting about? Don't let anyone sleep!"

"Old~Old Fourth, just now...just now there seems to be something going on at Qiao Dali's house?" Wu Laoer swallowed and stammered, but he still had an unspoken sentence in his heart: "It's not haunted."

"Holy shit~ What the hell are you..." The fourth child is a bachelor in the courtyard. He is similar to the pillars in Du Fei's courtyard, and he is a bit of a fool.

I couldn't sleep anyway, I was chatting with the beasts in the house.

As soon as I heard this, I suddenly came to my senses.

He stood up, pulled on his rag shoes and asked, "What's the matter?"

Wu Laoer licked his lips and pointed at Qiao Dali's house.

In the dead of night, there was a "chachacha~" movement from inside, as if something was rubbing on the ground.

Even the always brave fourth child felt a little frightened at this moment. He subconsciously felt that his throat was dry and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

But in front of Wu Laoer, he refused to weaken his momentum, otherwise he would not be able to survive in this area after word spread.

Laosi said bravely, "Let's go over and have a look."

Wu Lao Er was not willing to go, but Wu Lao Er was dragged by Wu Lao Si and had to follow him.

The two people came to the door, and the sound of "chachacha" inside became clearer.

The fourth child had the courage to ask "Who?"

There was no response from inside, it was still "chachacha".

The fourth child was worried and stretched out his hand to push the door in front of him.

A crunch~

The door opened in response, and the white moonlight shone into the room, immediately revealing two human legs stretched out in front of the door.

Wu Lao Er and Wu Lao Si were both startled.

Especially Wu Laoer, who couldn't hold it in anymore and wanted to go to the tub.

This time, with an oops sound, it collapsed instantly...

They didn't notice that in the corner, Xiaohong had returned to the cave dragging a second cloth bag.

The screams of the two people suddenly alarmed the whole hospital, and every family lit up their lamps and came out.

Some of the people who didn't know what they were doing were carrying rolling pins and some were carrying pokers, thinking that there was a thief in the yard.

Until they saw the bodies of Qiao Dali's family, everyone was terrified again.

An old man in the courtyard had been on the battlefield, but he was not afraid of death. When he saw the corpse in the house, he recognized it at a glance, "Huh? Isn't this the one who followed Qiao Dali?"

Is Wang bad at water? Why did he die here? Hurry, report the crime quickly..."

At the same time, watching Xiaohong drag the two cloth bags back, the mess outside had nothing to do with Du Fei.

Can't wait for Xiaohong to bite open the cloth bag.

It is said that Du Fei did not like rats originally. Like most people, every time he saw a rat, he would think of filth and disease.

But I have to admit that Xiaohong, who has undergone special training, can indeed understand his meaning better.

Even the earliest Xiao Wu was not as obedient and easy to use as Xiao Hong.

After receiving Du Fei's order, he immediately bit open the cloth bag to reveal the contents.

As expected, there was a stack of folded money in a cloth bag in front.

Most of them were ten-yuan big unity notes, and there were also some five-yuan and two-yuan notes, with a total of three or four hundred yuan.

The other one was not the yellow croaker that Du Fei had guessed before.

After biting open the cloth bag, there were four identical metal plates inside!

Two of them were bright yellow, and the other two were a little mottled. They were the copper gilded waist plates of the Qing Palace.

Du Fei's heart moved.

Before, Mr. Qian San found him and said that Qiao Dali wanted to forcefully buy their family's items, including this waist plate of the Qing Palace.

Du Fei had some doubts at the time, and now it seems that Qiao Dali wanted these waist plates, and the other things were just to cover up.

Thinking about it again, after Qiao Dali's death, Chu Chunhua secretly came here, probably to find these waist plates.

It can be basically concluded that the people who instigated Qiao Dali to buy things behind the scenes were Wang Wenming and his gang.

These waist badges seem to be directly related to the huge treasure of Prince Qing Yixin.

Du Fei thought, "Could it be that Wang Wenming has set his eyes on these treasures?"

He had known about Prince Qing's treasure for a long time, but he had never taken it too seriously.

Because he felt that this matter was really a bit mysterious.

After all, so many years have passed. Even if Prince Qing is as rich as a country, it is difficult to preserve it after so many years of war.

And before crossing, Du Fei had never heard of any news about Prince Qing's treasure.

In the future, when China enters the era of large-scale infrastructure, even the legendary place where "Zhang Xianzhong sank silver" was found.

If there is really a treasure of Prince Qing, it is hidden near the capital, and it is impossible not to dig it out with the construction of high-rise buildings and subways.

But now, Wang Wenming is actually very concerned about this matter.

Although Du Fei has not had much contact with Wang Wenming, he knows that the other party is definitely a powerful character.

Moreover, given Wang Wenming's situation, if he is not sure, he will never waste energy on useless things.

Du Fei disconnected the synchronization of vision and leaned on the Luohan bed with his eyes closed.

I thought silently in my heart, "Is the so-called treasure of Prince Qing real? But if it is true, what does it have to do with these waist badges?"

Did Prince Qing have a brain failure and made a treasure map, engraved it on these waist badges, and then distributed it to his guards.

In the future, we must collect all the waist badges to determine the location of the treasure?

This is not a stupid drama.

In real life, any normal person would not do this, right?

In the end, I thought about it and didn't have any clues.

What's more, Du Fei had such a waist badge in his hand, and he had studied it carefully before.

He had a portable space, so he was not afraid of things being broken, and he didn't find anything even if he sawed it open directly.

Du Fei really couldn't understand why the treasure of Prince Qing was connected with these waist badges?

Is there really something unknown?

Or is it a smoke bomb deliberately released?