Daomu Biji

Although the body was completely soaked. We still recognized that the tattoo was a unicorn tattoo: but it took a little while to identify. You will know that this cannot be the little brother. Because the tattoos are very similar though. But it is much rougher and the skin is darker. The most important thing is that this person has a lot of white hair in his hair.

We put the body back into the water because the smell was so bad. The moment he entered the water, I realized that this body was indeed Panma's father.

He should have followed Menyou Ping's team into this place. I thought to myself, I don't know why he died here.

The last time I saw Panma Dad. His condition seemed to be that he was driven crazy. I don't know if he is really crazy or just pretending to be crazy. He never showed up after that, and I was no longer interested in his life. People like him were just for a few bags of grain. So many people can be killed. He maintains inextricable ties with the ghost. He must be a small profit-oriented person. No matter what his purpose is in following Menyou Ping's team, I have no interest in guessing.

The body slowly sank again. The whole body was swollen and looked extremely terrible. Father Panma is a very old man. Now the water has soaked his body so much that no wrinkles can be seen. If it weren't for the stuffy oil bottle, it would be outside. I really thought this was the corpse of Menyou Ping.

Panma's life is a tragedy, but he deserves it. Everyone must pay a price for what they have done, and Panma has such a result now. It’s actually quite cost-effective.

We turned over, walked up the steps, and walked into the curtain. I went through so much before opening the curtain. I'm done with it, and I no longer have any hesitation or curiosity.

Among the curtains is a big bed made of jade: there is nothing on the big bed, it is empty.

The fat man asked: Why is there nothing? It's such a huge array. But there is nothing in the largest tomb?

I asked the fat man: You have been to many ancient tombs. Do you think this is a coffin bed?

From a height perspective, it probably is. The fat man said.

I said: Look at this coffin bed, there are deep marks of being pressed for a long time: obviously. There should be a very heavy coffin that once pressed on this jade bed. But, this coffin is gone now. I touched the marks on the coffin bed - these were definitely not marks made by the wooden coffin. No matter how heavy the wood is. It is impossible to create such an effect because this kind of jade is extremely hard. can cause such an effect. Either a metal coffin or just on the outside edge of a wooden coffin. There are a lot of metal accessories.

I think the latter is more likely. Because the coffins we see above are almost all made of wood and the corpses inside are basically bones. Complete metal coffin. If there is ore, it can also be cast here. But in this room, I saw no traces of long-term use of smelting stoves. In ancient times, if you really wanted to smelt metal utensils,

That requires more than an ordinary pomp: at the same time. Smelting also requires large amounts of coal. Since the Zhang family has such a far-sighted plan to plant trees here, it means that wood must be their first choice. This can be inferred from the fact that the wooden coffins we saw above are exactly the same as the wood used in the ancient buildings.

It is possible to build such an ancient building deep in the mountains. The process is already awesome. The details may be slightly different.

It's gone. Could it be that the coffin has grown legs and can walk on its own? said the fat man, These days, the coffins in the Zhang family's ancient building can also become spirits. Isn't this a shape-shifting gold coffin! Damn it, I'll fight back in the future. But it’s so damn hard!”

I think the coffin was moved. They vacated this place to store another body. I said: I looked at the marks on the jade bed - these marks were not left when the coffin was placed. It was left behind when the coffin was taken away. But the year these traces were produced cannot be determined.

I looked around the coffin bed, and sure enough I found that there were holes punched in several places on both sides of the steps I came up from.

In ancient times, drilling holes in stone was a very clever technique, and many of the holes were polished very finely. However, these holes are not drilled vertically, and clear traces of spirals can be felt inside. The holes were drilled very deep, which was impossible with ancient technology. Thinking about it, it must have been drilled by modern drilling machinery - I don't know whether it was manual or gasoline-powered. Obviously. Simple lifting equipment has been installed here. My guess was indeed correct.

The fat man nodded: I understand. You mean, the body they originally wanted to transport in was intended to be placed here. So they moved the coffin placed here first. This is the so-called dove occupying the magpie's nest. . But why is there nothing up there now? Where are the bodies they brought in?

Whether the body was successfully brought in, no one knew. I regret a little bit that I didn't look for the ghost and ask more carefully. Did they succeed in getting the body in? However, I think it should be successful. Otherwise, according to organizational habits, if something doesn't work once, there will be a second time. There was only one archaeological visit to Banai, and judging from Agui's account, the leaving team seemed to be very normal. It falls into the category of triumph.

What should I do now? I looked around and found that there was nowhere to go. I know it too. We are basically surrounded by quicksand, and our current location is in the middle of the quicksand layer we just walked through. If my calculations are correct. The location of the quicksand layer we walked through at that time. It should be above our heads.

At that time, I thought it was strange why the quicksand layer was so shallow that both feet could touch the bottom. Now that I think about it, it was entirely because there was a tomb wrapped in the quicksand, and what my feet touched was the top of the tomb. If you don't know that the secret passage can lead down, it is completely impossible to dig it out from other places. Then the fine sand must have been specially treated, and it is impossible for us to carry out any projects on it.

I asked the fat man what to do, but it turned out to be a dead end. Based on all the clues currently available, the most likely scenario is that the oil bottle came up from the coffin bed. He walked out from here and reached the first floor of the ancient building through the secret passage.

But there were no exits around the coffin bed, so Fatty and I began to explore the tomb separately, hoping to find valuable clues as soon as possible. You know, so many people come out of here. It's impossible to leave nothing behind. I believe there must be some clues that can help us. Sure enough, the fat man found a cigarette butt next to a wall.

That's right. Innocent. They came out of here. This is Yuxi. I just saw this kind of smoke on a dead buddy. The fat man said. This guy is carrying a cigarette like this. He must be a big smoker. He must be smoking these cigarettes.

When I got to the fat man's side, I looked around the cigarette butts and found that there were still a few cigarette butts stuffed in the gaps on the side of the tomb wall.

The placement of cigarette butts is very scattered - in this case, either a very boring person is stuffing it into the gaps while smoking, or it is a scene created by many people smoking here.

I guess the reason for this scene is basically the latter. But it's strange, why do they all gather under this wall to smoke? This is not under the old wall—everyone smokes, chats, watches the sun rise and set, and live in boredom. There are so many places to smoke here. So many of them gathered here to smoke. Could it be that the entrance of the cave is behind this wall?

But this doesn’t make sense! I thought to myself, who the hell stipulates that you must smoke wherever you come in. And according to the fat man, the process of their coming in was very stressful. Many of them had already been poisoned. There was no reason to smoke after coming in.

Fatty and I said, Let's reenact the situation. If you were a poisoned person and you went through all the trouble to get here, what would you do?

The fat man said: I must be panting and lying down where I can. If the boss hadn't kicked my butt or there was any danger later, I would have lied down until I could recover. Do you smoke when you are recovering? ?”

Damn it, then you have to look at when it is! If I do it seven times a night, then not only do I have to smoke when I am slow, but I also have to have a few bowls of beef whip soup to replenish my body. But if you are poisoned here, you will lose your breath. If you still smoke when you have difficulty breathing, isn’t that looking for death?”

I nodded, and it was just as I thought. The fat man continued: Why do you ask this? I told the fat man what I thought. The fat man said: Ahem. Let me tell you, looking at all the places here, the best place to smoke should be the steps over there. The view there is wider, and you can sit and smoke. Here, you have to either squat on the wall or You can only stand. How frustrating! So this position must be particular. Let me tell you, it is very similar to a situation...like...waiting for a woman to go to the toilet!

Why go to the toilet? I wondered: The fat man said: You have never been in love, have you? Let me tell you. Women are particularly troublesome. The time they need to go to the toilet is enough for a man to play three rounds of mahjong. So. If a few friends go shopping together , all the women have gone to the toilet, so the men of these women must immediately find a place to smoke, usually by the wall of the toilet; you can imagine a scene - the night wind is rustling, and several men are smoking. They hugged their shoulders, smiled bitterly at each other, and talked about the things they wanted to talk about. After they left, the scene would be exactly the same as here.

I scratched my head and couldn't understand: You mean, it's because Mrs. Huo and the girls in the team suddenly want to go to the toilet, so the men have to avoid it?

I see the number of cigarette butts here. It doesn't seem right; Mrs. Huo wouldn't go to the toilet and also touch up her makeup, right? Fatty said, I think it's similar in nature to going to the toilet, but doing this It takes a lot longer than going to the toilet, but as far as I can tell, this shouldn't be an injury that requires you to take off your clothes for rescue. If you want to rescue, no one will care about it, and there is nothing rude or rude about it. , men don’t need to avoid it at all, so I think the most likely possibility is that women change clothes.”

Changing clothes? Why do you need to change clothes suddenly? It's not a dinner party, and there are front and back dresses?

The fat man thought for a while. Suddenly, he looked at the coffin-bearing river: It's wet, their clothes are wet! They came out of the water! To be continued