Chapter 90

I got in the Jinbei. Uncle Two had several warehouses in Hangzhou: one at Genshanmen, one at Xixi, and one at Banshan. On the surface, these large warehouses were part of Uncle Two’s stone business. They were full of low-cost jade, which included Kunlun jade, Russian jade, and Qinghai stones. When they were at their lowest value back then, they were brought in by the wagonload. Now they were worth some money, but the access wasn’t very good so they just stayed there.

As a matter of fact, these warehouses had a lot to offer. The stones were just a cover-up.

Because the warehouses were very large, all of Uncle Two’s various sundries were also piled up inside. I didn’t bother calling him to get permission since I was afraid he’d be too sensitive about it. I would just look through the warehouses by myself. All the gatekeepers knew me anyways.

When I arrived at the warehouse in Xixi, I saw a lot of equipment outside that hadn’t been sorted and put into storage yet. It was everything Uncle Two had brought to Pingtan at that time, so I knew I had the right place.

The sky outside was very dark as I walked into the huge warehouse. The fluorescent lights were on, revealing that everything inside was tightly wrapped in white, non-woven fabric. The large and small goods all neatly stacked together made my scalp tingle.

I also noticed that there were ink lines under all the stones. I didn’t know whether it was to ward off evil spirits or to make it easier to stack the goods more neatly.

I walked through the gaps in the rows of the fabric-wrapped goods and saw that numbers and some unintelligible annotations had been written on the non-woven fabric with a brush. The calligraphy was very beautiful and was all done in slender gold script.

Although I had been to these warehouses before, I had never paid attention to the slender gold script on the items. Since non-woven fabrics weren’t suitable for calligraphy, the characters created here were done in a relatively casual style. I examined the brush strokes very carefully. They were somewhat similar to mine, but there were some problems with the details.

Some of these fabric-wrapped goods were stone, while a large part of them had some special markings on them. These special items were the things that Uncle Two was hiding here, and they all had stories. Many of them were grave goods that had been stored here since those in the Nine Gates couldn’t handle them. Some of them were unclaimed bodies, most of which had died in vain. Since no one in this industry would uphold justice, Uncle Two would do the inspection on their behalf. Many people had died of unknown causes. If Uncle Two couldn’t figure out how they died, they would be cremated and dumped into the river after eleven years.

As a result, people in the old Nine Gates used to collectively call these warehouses “Warehouse Eleven”.

Warehouse Eleven was huge and messy, and had all kinds of things from different ages. Before Uncle Two took over Warehouse Eleven, the predecessor was in Hunan, so there were some very old things in it that had been left by previous generations. Warehouse Eleven had its own unique storage management system, which made it impossible for outsiders to find specific things. Uncle Two’s unique aesthetics gave this warehouse—which was actually just a storage room full of old junk—a sense of ceremony and beauty. It was only here that I could feel the immense size and order of the Nine Gates.

But there were fewer and fewer things in Warehouse Eleven. I looked at all the dust on the fabric-wrapped goods as I searched for the leather figurine woman. It took me at least three hours before I finally found the fabric bag I was looking for.

This particular bag had the least amount of dust on it and the cloth was the same as all the other non-woven fabric bags, so it made it quite obvious.

I cut the wire wrapped around it and opened the bag to reveal the leather figurine woman inside. I fell over in shock and crawled back a few steps before stopping myself.

The leather figurine woman’s face had become extremely sinister at some point. I usually wouldn’t be scared by something that was illuminated by light, but this face was just too frightening. The eyebrows and eyes made the whole face almost appear distorted like it was smiling, but the lower part of its face was sinister like a ghost.

It didn’t even seem close to the expression I saw in the tomb before.

This expression appeared to be a result of shrinking, but that first glance had all the hair on my body standing on end.

I really didn’t want to look at her closely, but I came here for a reason. There was nothing else I could do, so I got up and turned on my flashlight to shine on her skin. The leather figurine’s skin was so worn through that I could see the gold threads inside. I also saw something hanging inside the leather figurine. I looked around, but didn’t see any gaps. I was going to have to reach into the leather figurine’s mouth to get it out.

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Uhhhh welcome to the Warehouse 11 arc? Maybe? lol. I hear it’s LOADS shorter than the drama (thank God)