Guanzhong Tomb Robbery Notes

Chapter 431 No good intentions, Tianjin thugs

"Did you run into an evil spirit while digging a grave?"

"More than a dozen young men died?"

Zheng Erbo was puzzled, "How come I didn't hear anything about such a big thing?"

They say good things don’t go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.

Unnatural deaths with a mysterious atmosphere are more likely to spread widely.

Huang Ziran frowned and asked, "When did the person die?"

Han Bin shook his head and said, "I don't know the exact date, but it definitely happened three days ago."

"The day before yesterday, my father-in-law was invited by Zhifangtou Village to do carpentry work."

"When we arrived, we saw a large mourning tent set up on the grain drying ground in Zhifangtou Village."

"The village security director also brought militia members to guard the mourning shed."

"Don't let anyone get close..."

Han Bin's father-in-law was curious, so he asked the director of public security what was going on.

The director of public security began to hide the situation and refused to explain it.

Later, when asked, he became anxious and pulled open the curtain surrounding the mourning tent, letting Han Bin's father-in-law see for himself.

He also said that he was hired to make coffins for corpses.

Han Bin's father-in-law took just one look inside and was so frightened that he sat on the ground and couldn't get up.

There were more than ten bodies in the mourning hall, and none of them were intact.

Either they were missing limbs, or their hearts, livers and lungs were taken out.

The death was so tragic that it cannot be described in words.

His father-in-law was so frightened that he could no longer work and cried and made a fuss about wanting to go home.

The director of public security had no choice but to threaten his father-in-law and told him not to talk nonsense when he returned.

Otherwise, if evil spirits come to your door, your family will be destroyed and your loved ones will be killed.

After the intimidation, someone sent Han Bin's father-in-law home.

His father-in-law is a man who can't keep secrets.

I woke up my wife at night to tell her about what happened in Zhifangtou Village, and Han Bin, who happened to be up at night, heard it.

After listening to Han Bin's explanation of the whole story, Uncle Zheng said in a deep voice, "Zhifangtou Village is trying to keep it secret."

"It seems like it's a big deal!"

The so-called big things become small and small things become nothing.

As long as the matter is covered up and forgotten about after a year or two, it is as if nothing had happened.

Especially when encountering something that could cause someone to lose their job.

Then he would try his best to cover the lid.

Huang Ziran's face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

He looked at Old Man Qin, who was walking at the front of the team, his figure blurred in the night.

He cursed under his breath: "Fuck!"

"The old man really has bad intentions!"

"The deaths of those dozen people are definitely related to the Yu Kingdom Tomb!"

"The village officials in Zhifangtou must have been involved too!"

In fact, in the 1980s and 1990s, it was not uncommon for village officials to collude with tomb-robbing gangs.

The timid village cadres would secretly facilitate the tomb-robbing gangs and collect some kickbacks before and after.

The bolder ones will take the initiative to collude with tomb-robbing gangs.

Some village officials are even the bosses behind the tomb-robbing gangs.

In the early 1980s, I personally witnessed the village chief organizing villagers to brazenly dig up the imperial tomb.

Even when they were robbing the imperial tomb, they organized more than a dozen villagers to patrol the area with hunting rifles to prevent people from other villages from coming to steal the treasures.

At that time, enthusiastic people from the surrounding villages reported it to the Cultural Relics Management Office.

The Cultural Relics Management Office sent two staff members to investigate the situation.

As a result, before he even reached the imperial mausoleum, a gun was pointed at his head.

The two were so scared that they ran away with their tails between their legs without even saying a word.

However, the relevant department contacted the village chief the next day.

After some communication, the village chief organized people to fill in the dug tomb passage.

At that time, this kind of thing happened not only on the Xianyang Plateau.

It also happened in Henan Province.

The Henan Provincial Government also coordinated and communicated, and finally the cultural management department gave the village 5,000 yuan in labor fees and asked the village to fill in the excavated areas.

However, this approach was only used in the early 1980s.

As the crackdown on tomb robbing became increasingly severe, all cases related to tomb robbing were dealt with according to the law.

When tomb robbers were severely cracked down in the 1990s, many tomb robbers were shot.

Let’s get back to the present.

Han Bin blinked twice and shrunk his neck as he said, "The director of public security has even brought the militia to guard the body."

“Everyone in charge of the village must have been involved.”

"I know that both of you are very skilled and courageous. You are definitely not afraid of anything."

"But as the old saying goes, a powerful dragon cannot defeat a local snake!"

"Zhifangtou Village is someone else's territory."

"Not only will you get nothing good if you go there, you might even get yourself into trouble."

"Let's just leave without saying goodbye... Ouch!"

Before Han Bin could finish his words, Huang Ziran suddenly tightened his arms around his neck.

He was strangled and screamed in pain.

"My neck is about to break!"

"Brother Huang, no, dear brother!"

"Brother, please let go!"

Han Bin is very flexible.

Seeing that he was being strangled and couldn't breathe, he quickly changed his words and called Huang Ziran "brother".

Huang Ziran relaxed a little.

He stared at Han Bin and said, "It's true that we are powerful dragons."

"But you are also a local tyrant."

"You must go with us to Zhifangtou!"

Han Bin's body softened when he heard this.

He fell to the ground like a dead dog: "My dear brother!"

"So all the words I just said were in vain?"

"Or do you simply not believe in evil?"

"If I were in Tianjin, I'd make sure you knew what evil was!"

After saying this, Han Bin raised his head and closed his eyes.

He shouted with a reckless look on his face: "Ah!"

"Strangle me, even if you're a man!"

I saw that the situation was about to get out of hand, so I prepared to step forward and say a few words.

But Uncle Zheng pulled me aside and whispered, "Han Bin is just playing the same old Tianjin thugs."

Since the beginning of the Republic of China, Tianjin gangsters have formed very unique rules of fighting.

This set of rules is divided into literary and martial arts.

Verbal beating means saying the harshest words and receiving the most severe beating.

As long as they agree to follow the written rules, the party that stirs up trouble will be beaten without moving.

When being beaten, if you say a soft word or make a sound of pain, you lose.

If you are beaten to a bloody mess and have broken arms and legs, but you don't give in or make any sound of pain, then you win.

The winner usually becomes famous and gains high praise and status among Tianjin gangsters.

Of course, the person who attacks someone in a fight will not kill him.

Usually when the fight reaches the point where arms or legs are broken, people will stop and admit defeat.

If he really killed someone in a fight, he would lose his reputation and become a laughing stock among the gangsters in Tianjin.

The fighting between Tianjin thugs does not mean that the two men actually fought each other.

Instead, they compete with each other to see how ruthless they are.

After the agreed martial arts match, the first one was jumping into the oil pan.

Whoever dares not jump loses.

If you jump into the oil pan, the iron plate will boil red.

If they were all on a red-hot iron plate, the third round would be really exciting.

The competition is about putting your head under the guillotine and getting chopped off.

The challenger puts his head under the guillotine, and the challenged party presses the guillotine down to chop it off.

With one strike of the sword, the head will definitely fall off.

If you are afraid of the challenge, you will admit defeat.

However, there are also those who are stubborn and refuse to admit defeat... and ultimately exchange their lives for victory.

In fact, no matter whether it is a fight between words or martial arts, the thugs in Tianjin are all ruthless.

Subdue the opponent through stubbornness and recklessness.

Make the other party admit defeat with conviction.

At this moment, Han Bin's words and actions really have the spirit of a Tianjin gangster.

Huang Ziran laughed playfully and said, "You're not shy about playing dirty with me?"

"You think I wouldn't dare strangle you?"

"Look at me...hiss!"

Huang Ziran suddenly gasped, jumped up and backed away quickly like a frightened rabbit.

He retreated five steps and stopped.

He pointed at Han Bin in horror and said, "Look at his face!"