I Can Extract Abilities From Antiques

Twelve midnight.

Hu Muzhi got up, walked out of the courtyard, got on his car, and turned on the headlights.

For fear of disturbing the neighbors' sleep, Hu Muzhi did not use the gas pedal.

The car slowly drove out of the residential area and came to the road.

Only then did Hu Muzhi exert force on his hands.

"Buzz...buzz..."

The wagon galloped out.

About 100 meters away from Panjiayao, Hu Muzhi parked his car and locked it with an anti-theft lock.

After all, surveillance is not everywhere these days. Hu Muzhi was really afraid that the car he just bought would disappear as soon as he turned around.

Entering Panjiayao, Hu Muzhi found that today's Panjiayao is much quieter than yesterday.

Originally more than 200 booths, suddenly reduced to 70 or 80 booths.

Don't ask, it must be that the stall owners are afraid of the inspection again, so they rest at home for a few days.

But the timid starved to death, the courageous.

There are fewer stalls, but there are still so many people visiting the stalls.

Therefore, several stalls were surrounded by people.

Hu Muzhi, as usual, walked and watched.

As he walked, Hu Muzhi felt as if someone was staring at him behind him.

Then he turned his head to look, took a picture with a tin flashlight, and found that there was no one passing by except the stall owner behind him.

"Illusion?" Hu Muzhi didn't care either, and was ready to move on.

Just as soon as he turned around, the feeling of being stared at reappeared.

This time, Hu Muzhi did not turn around immediately, but observed intentionally or unintentionally with the corner of his eye.

Finally, Hu Muzhi realized that the man who had been staring at him was a man not far from his left.

The man was about thirty years old, short in stature, wearing a military green overalls, his hair was dry and colorless, as if he was undernourished.

In front of this person, although he also spread a newspaper like the other stall owners, there was not a single item on the stall.

On the side, there is a snakeskin bag.

It looks like there should be something in there.

From the point of view of the dress, the short man is an ordinary person.

For some unknown reason, this person gave Hu Muzhi an indescribable feeling.

If you don't understand, you have to ask. This is Hu Muzhi's style of doing things.

So Hu Muzhi turned around and walked slowly towards the short man.

Seeing this, the short man hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at Hu Muzhi.

"My friend, what's the matter?" Hu Muzhi asked the short man when he approached.

"No...it's fine." The short man shook his head again and again.

Hu Muzhi noticed that when the short man was answering his question, he subconsciously grabbed the snakeskin bag on the side with his right hand, as if he was afraid that something would be discovered.

"Do you have any goods to ship?" Hu Muzhi continued to ask.

As soon as these words came out, the short man raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of alertness, and at the same time, his right hand holding the snakeskin bag tightened even more.

Seeing this, Hu Muzhi can be sure that there must be something in this snakeskin bag, and it's coming from the wrong way.

Otherwise, this short man would not have to be so vigilant.

In order to reduce the short man's vigilance towards him, Hu Muzhi continued: "Friend, don't worry, there are rules in the antique shop, and you won't ask where the goods come from."

Hearing the words, the little man fell silent.

Hu Muzhi was not in a hurry, just stood by and waited quietly.

After a while, the short man finally said, "Do you want to accept it?"

"As long as it's an antique, I'll take it." Hu Muzhi nodded.

Hearing this, the short man looked at Hu Muzhi again, and finally grabbed the snakeskin bag, handed it to Hu Muzhi, and said, "Then see if you can accept these things."

Hu Muzhi didn't reach out to pick up the snakeskin bag, but pointed to the ground with his finger, signaling the other party to put the thing down.

When the man saw this, he thought that Hu Muzhi was disgusting himself for being dirty, his face sank, and he said, "What do you mean? You look down on me?"

"Don't get me wrong, the rules of the antique shop are to pick up things without handing them over, so as to avoid things bumping, it's unclear." Hu Muzhi explained patiently.

At the same time, I also understand that the other party is not a person in the antique shop at all, because of this basic rule, even people who have just entered the antique shop know.

Hearing this, the short man's face softened a bit, and he put the thing on the ground.

Hu Muzhi held a tin flashlight in one hand and untied the red rope tied to the snakeskin bag in the other.

As the red rope was untied, Hu Muzhi finally saw what was in the snakeskin bag.

At the same time, there is a judgment on the identity of the short man in the bottom of my heart.

Tufuzi.

That is, fighting.

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