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Chapter 295 Incense Burner
There is a big gap between the buildings in Watson District and Heywood District. There is no such large residential building as a small community. Most of the above-ground parts are various shops gathered together. It takes up a lot of space on both sides of the street.

Some are like canned meat stacked together in a shopping mall. They are not neat and uniform, but they also have a messy aesthetic.

At a height of more than ten meters, you can still see some plank roads in the air, which makes Zhu Jue involuntarily think of the scenes you see everywhere in the Wumu District of Yecheng, but the plank roads here are not simple, but rather a rather rough one made of bricks and tiles. Some European-style corridors may have a higher style if there is no outer steel frame.

The elevator doors opened to both sides, Zhu Jue glanced at the location coordinates on the phone, and walked straight out.

Facing you is an in-floor store, a gray-haired old man is sitting on a recliner in the window, and behind him is a half-grown child wearing VR glasses, turning his body from time to time, holding a colorful toy gun in his hand , making a beeping sound from time to time.

"Hello, just bring me a bottle of soda, I want it to be iced."

Standing in front of the window, Zhu Jue scanned the situation in the corridor while speaking.

Compared to the cramped one on the street just now, the situation inside the building is similar to the shopping mall Zhu Jue had seen in his previous life, with various shops lined up on both sides.

"8 dollars."

The soda that the old man handed over was in a brown glass bottle, and it looked like a relatively high-end soda in his store.

He's a guy who knows how to do business.

Zhu Jue swiped at the machine outside the counter with his mobile phone, his eyes accidentally glanced at the wooden shelf behind the counter, and his eyes froze. It was a shotgun, not like a fake.

I didn't ask too much, there is also a gang problem in Dawn City, like this kind of place where the underground is a black market, it doesn't seem like a big deal for these shops on the ground to stock up on weapons.

While drinking soda, he went to the right side of the floor, and after a short walk, he saw the antique shop at the end of the floor whose facade decoration was significantly different from the surrounding shops.

"Old Times Antique Store. Nice name."

Looking at the signboard hanging outside the door, Zhu Jue pushed the door open and went in.

Fragrant!
This was Zhu Jue's first reaction to the smell he smelled after entering the door.

This is a scent similar to lavender, but different. Zhu Jue has no research on this aspect, but subconsciously looking for the source of the scent, and at the same time observing the layout of the antique shop.

Have to say, quite classy.

The interior decoration is not at all like an antique shop opened in this kind of middle and lower business district building, whether it is the exquisite knight armor, or the ceramics filled with shelves, or the freehand Chinese ink paintings on the wall and Abstract oil painting.

Zhu Jue's eyes finally stopped at the incense burner on the left counter of the antique shop in the old era. The blue porcelain was the base, and the brass-colored peony pattern was the cover. Some white mist with a special aroma still curled up from it.

The only strange thing is that the counter of this antique shop is on the left side of the room, instead of facing the door like other shops. The layout of the cafe seen on the road is the same.

"anyone there?"

Zhu Jue looked at the counter and shouted, and soon a middle-aged man came out from behind a door beside the counter.

His light-blond short hair, a pair of retro gold-rimmed glasses, and the brown plaid vest lined with a white shirt all make him look less like a person of this era.

"I am the store manager in the old days, how can I help you?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Zhu Jue's clothes and asked with a smile on his face.

"I have a few things that I want you to identify for me."

First, he took out three coins of different materials from his pocket, patted them directly on the counter, and then said,

"Can you help me find out what era these coins are from?"

"Of course. Your three coins are a bit unusual."

The store manager picked up the gold coins, first turned on the scanner on the workbench for inspection, then turned on the computer next to it, and began to compare the data. Halfway through the operation, he turned around and took the remaining two coins, saying casually.

"Anything to say?"

Zhu Jue didn't understand the functions of those instruments, so he could only nod in agreement and ask.

"I have never seen the three coins in your hand before, and there is no similar matching object on the ancient cultural relics data network"

Turning around again, this time the store manager brought over the lamp on the workbench, and introduced Zhu Jue by the light.

"Their workmanship is very rough. Look at its edges, not only are they not round, but uneven. This is obviously a manifestation of very poor model pressing technology, so I preliminarily concluded that it should be a product of the Middle Ages. When the coins of that era were made There are often some portraits or various utensils printed on them, so although there are no comparable coin specimens on the website of ancient cultural relics, I can still determine that they are coins from the Middle Ages. If you want to sell them, I can offer 2 federal coins Come and buy."

"I'm not going to sell them."

Zhu Jue, who came back from Yecheng, was not short of money. These coins could be stored with such care by the wild boar, and they might have some special effect, so naturally they couldn't be sold here.

It's just that when he reached out to take back the coins, he was pressed down by the antique store manager.

Zhu Jue frowned slightly, and looked up at the antique store manager, who just looked back with a smile.

The setting sun was setting, and the afterglow had stretched from behind the floor-to-ceiling windows to the front of the counter at some point.

One person was in the afterglow, his face was calm, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of orange-red veil.

One person was behind the counter, from his chin to his forehead was illuminated by incandescent lights to create a weird sense of hierarchy.

"Sir, the price can be negotiated again. If you think 2 federal coins are not enough, just quote another price. I believe you want to sell these coins, otherwise, how could you let them be stained with oil and dust?"

Xu Shi noticed that the atmosphere was becoming stiff and awkward, so the store manager let go of his hand first, with a relaxed smile on his face.

Almost all of the three coins that Zhu Jue specially selected were dirty, and he wanted to use the equipment in the antique shop to test them. He was only suspicious before, but now he confirmed his guess through the words of the antique shop manager.

Is it possible that a wild boar, or a rat, got oil and dirt on these coins while doing something?
"Grease and dust. I'd love to. Do you have an opinion?"

Zhu Jue's words were quite blunt, and he took the three coins back into his pocket.

"Of course I have no objection. Just now you said that you want to appraise a few things. I don't know what else?"

The store manager was not angry at the customer's refusal, and continued to ask with a smile.

When Zhu Jue took out the prayer ticket, the store manager's expression was inevitably a little disappointed. He thought that the customer could come up with something good, but he put on a pair of mechanical glasses very professionally, and looked at the coupon.

"With all due respect, this is not a valuable item, it's just an ordinary prayer ticket."

This kind of shoddy paper coupon obviously couldn't arouse the interest of the antique store manager, so he shrugged and gave the answer.

"What's the use? I mean in its day."

The seemingly innocuous prayer coupons are actually Zhu Jue's most curious thing. They are stored so preciously, and it is unbelievable for Zhu Jue to say that they are meaningless.

"As it says on this coupon, it is a prayer coupon for Uzzah's Church. With it, you can go to this church to pray. I mean more in-depth prayers that can be contacted with higher-ranking clergy."

"Thank you, I see, and there is one last thing."

Zhu Jue originally only planned to identify these two items, but seeing that the antique store manager seemed to know a lot, he thought about it and took out the silver pot he was carrying in his arms.

It wasn't the two he got in the different space, but the silver jug ​​in the novice gift bag that he had already drunk.

"Where did you get it!"

Seeing the silver pot for the first time, the store manager's breath suddenly became a little heavy, and even the tone of the question changed.

"Is it important?"

Zhu Jue, who was aware of this, did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

"Just curious, after all, this kind of silver pot is rare."

The store manager pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose in embarrassment, rubbed the silver pot with his thumb, suddenly looked up at Zhu Jue and said,

"It may take some time to identify it. You can go to the seat over there and sit for a while. The view of the setting sun passing through the corner tower in the cross block in front is very good. I also have good tea here. I'll make you a cup right now."

At this time, the store manager was not in a hurry to appraise for some reason, and raised his hand to guide Zhu Jue to the window on the other side.

"No, I'm used to drinking ice-cold sodas and it makes me happy."

Zhu Jue seemed to be feeling tired just now, raised the bottled soda in his hand, turned around following the store manager's movements, and walked towards the window.

There is only a wicker chair here, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if it was placed to enjoy the scenery that the store manager said. Zhu Jue reached out to put his hand on the back of the chair and found that it was fixed on the ground.

"interesting."

Sit straight into the wicker chair, put the bottle on the table beside him, and slowly turn the angle.

At this time, most of the setting sun had already fallen into the tall buildings in the distance, and only some remnants of light fell on the position below the manager's nose.

A weird smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The left hand pressed the button behind the counter, and the right hand stretched out to the base of the incense burner on the counter. With just a light touch, a small hole opened in the middle of the blue porcelain incense burner.

It happened to be opposite to where the rattan chair was.

Shhh~ding~
Two beeps.

The former is a sharp piercing sound, while the latter is a crisp crashing sound.

The store manager smiled.

"Tsk tsk tsk shop manager, I'm afraid your shop is a bit dark."

Zhu Jue took back the glass bottle, looked at the steel needle pierced halfway into the bottle, the glistening water on it proved that it was obviously filled with ingredients, got up from the wicker chair, turned around and asked,

"I'm holding a hidden weapon with a glass bottle in my hand, isn't it handsome?"

(End of this chapter)