Han Nuowei didn't understand why Mo Aogu said that he was eight, but what he dug up was sixteen. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he felt that Mo Aogu would never lie to him, so eight of the sixteen boxes should be traps. But from the outside, the sixteen chests are identical, except for the numbers, and it is impossible to tell which ones contain amber and which ones are traps.

Han Nuowei forced himself to calm down. He groped around Chest One, but couldn't find a keyhole or a place to open it. The entire box was sealed, like a large piece of iron. It is estimated that it was originally considered to be buried in the ground, and it was prepared that it would not be opened for many years, so of course the more closed the box, the better.

This warehouse used to be an abandoned factory warehouse, and Han Nuowei found an axe and a hand saw, although they didn't seem to be very useful, but now they can only make do.

Han Nuowei picked up the axe and slashed towards the iron box, this time he used about fifty percent of his strength, and he only cut a shallow white path out of the iron box. Han Nuowei took off his clothes, wrapped them around his hands, increased his strength, and continued to cut down. After cutting for some time, he finally heard a low "boom", and the edge of the box was split a slit. He didn't care about the pain in his hand, so he used a handsaw to see along the seam, and just like that, he cut for a while, sawed for a while, and finally opened the iron box.

But as soon as he opened it, Han Nuowei was dumbfounded, there was a box inside!

This box is made of wood, the wood is very good, and the oily and slippery lines look extravagant in the dim light. The front of the box is inlaid with a landscape painting of different colors of wood, while the surrounding area is made of geometric patterns made of various colors of wood. The design and workmanship of the box are staggering.

Han Nuowei rummaged through the warehouse and found a crowbar. It took all his strength to carry the wooden box out of the iron box. Then, he groped carefully along the surface of the wooden box from top to bottom, and found that the box was also sealed.

This was probably the last problem Cotton had left him. Theoretically, Cotton would not have designed a bunch of boxes that had to be destroyed by external force. Moreover, this wooden box is beautifully designed and well-preserved, and Han Nuowei is really reluctant to use an axe to cut it again. He smiled wryly, crouched down again, and studied the wooden box.

The patterns around the wooden box are somewhat like the kaleidoscopes he played with when he was a child, but the patterns are more regular than those of the kaleidoscope. A variety of triangular and diamond-shaped wooden blocks form a dazzling and wonderful complex pattern, which is both like a chessboard and a puzzle.

Han Nuowei tried to aim at a triangular pattern and pressed it hard, but the triangle did not move. He pressed another diamond, but the diamond didn't respond.

He scratched his head, a little confused. He fell to the ground again and looked around the box, but unfortunately, there was still no gain.

Han Nuowei got up and rested his chin on the wooden box in frustration. He couldn't help but think, do you have to use violent methods to open the box?

But he was really unwilling to destroy the box like this, so he pulled himself together and stroked it along the pattern on the side of the wooden box: he vaguely felt that his fingers had touched the gap. He hurriedly got up, found the flashlight he was asking for in Manji Village, and pointed it at the side of the box. Sure enough, there is a small gap on the center line of the left and right sides of the box. It turned out that these geometric patterns were not attached to the box piece by piece, but were pasted on the wooden strips in advance and then loaded onto the box. However, due to the meticulous workmanship and exquisite inlay, he could not perceive the mystery in the dim light just now.

At this moment, Han Nuowei seemed to have a clue. He pressed down on the top piece of wood on the right side of the box and pulled it outward. Sure enough, the bar broke off from the middle line and slid slightly to the right.

Han Nuowei was overjoyed, and he followed this method and pulled all the horizontal wooden strips on this side to the right. As the last stick slid to the right, he distinctly heard a "pop" from the top of the box.

Han Nuowei hurriedly looked up, but the wooden box was not opened.

So he slid the left row of bars to the left, and then there was another "click".

But the lid of the wooden box was still firmly sealed on it.

He turned to the other side of the box and moved the wooden strip on the other side as he could.

As he pushed, he silently counted in his mind: two sides, one side was seventy-two sticks, which meant that he had to move the sticks one hundred and forty-four times.

After the fourth "pop", Han Nuowei took a step back, waiting for a miracle to appear.

But the wooden box was silent.

Han Nuowei seemed to be able to see Cotton stroking his beard and smiling at him with an unfathomable smile. Unconvinced, he crouched down on the edge of the box to check it carefully to see if he had missed any details.

He watched as the strip slid to the sides, leaving a small gap in the middle. He reached for it to see if there was any mechanism. But with a lot of effort, he couldn't press down even a little, and when he withdrew his finger, he happened to touch the wooden bar next to him, and the wooden stick slid a little more to the side. Han Nuowei suddenly realized, he tried the wooden strip in the upper right corner again, and sure enough, it could be slid outward. He smiled helplessly, another hundred and forty-four times!

For a person who has been in prison for eight years, the most important thing may be patience.

He no longer groaned, but crouched down with all his attention, carefully pushing the sticks outward again.

After all the operations were done, there was still no change in the box.

Han Nuowei was not discouraged, he pulled the top wooden strip again, and the wooden strip could still slide outward. He slid back and forth as if he was "angry", and finally after the eighth operation, the box shook for a while, and then thirty-two "snapping" sounds sounded one after another.

The lid of the wooden box finally crackled as if it could no longer withstand the pressure. Then, the wooden bars were scattered on the ground, and the box shattered into a pile of wreckage, while another metal box was exposed.

Han Nuo sighed, and in the end, he still couldn't keep the wooden box.

Han Nuowei wiped the wood chips off the box, and he felt that the box inside looked special. The box was jet black, with a small round hole in the center, and it was impossible to see what it was for. He took a closer look and saw that the small hole was airtight. He was about to reach out and try it, but suddenly retracted.

Han Nuowei took a step back, he was afraid of his recklessness. If the little hole had been a trap, his fingers might have been gone. Earlier, when he opened the outermost iron box, he jingled and knocked for a long time, and he didn't know if there was any mechanism that shook inside.

He stared at the mysterious little round hole for a while, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it felt, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that his scalp was numb: the size of this round hole was just enough to accommodate a person's eyes!

Han Nuowei remembered the secret of iris staining, and was afraid in his heart: Is it necessary to destroy the eyes in order to open this box?

He remembered that Mo Aogu had said that the dye extracted by Mota and Po Nuo was actually equivalent to a virus. The virus, the little round hole in the box, all this is really chilling.

But he's come this far, and he's really unwilling to give up his work like this. In order to avenge the Hannovers, he must also get this treasure. An eye was nothing compared to his people, compared to the pain he had suffered!, he took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and decided to take a risk. It occurred to him that the vision of his left eye was a little better than that of his right eye, so he should use his right eye.

Han Nuowei bent down and carefully aimed his right eye at the round hole. He waited for a moment, but didn't seem to move. He was anxious and moved closer, but still didn't respond. Han Nuowei's heart was crossed, and he simply pasted his entire eyeball on the round hole.

A strange, cold, biting wind blew into his eyes. Han Nuowei was so excited that he instinctively wanted to look away, but he keenly heard a sound like ice breaking from the box. He was too frightened to move a single bit, and only held this awkward position, waiting for the monster in the box to come out.

Han Nuowei felt that he had waited for a long time. His eyes went from cold to numb, his waist and neck were about to break, and his calves were even more sore. He even compromised with the idea that he would go blind.

Just when Han Nuowei was about to lose his support, the sound of the ice breaking stopped. Han Nuowei waited for a while, and after making sure that he didn't hear any more sounds, he slowly withdrew his eyes from the small round hole.

He sat down on the ground and blinked hard. Slowly, he saw the light in his right eye again, and in an instant, he almost cried out with joy. When I looked at the box again, a metal pull tab had risen from the round hole. Han Nuowei blinked again, and without thinking, he put his finger into the pull ring, and pulled it hard as if he were opening a can of drink.

Han Nuowei closed his eyes.

He said in his heart: If this is a dream, then wake up quickly.

When he opened his eyes, Han Nuowei saw a box full of black and lustrous pearls, each of which was cut into angular bricks, and there was no trace of fault in it. In an instant, Han Nuowei was almost crazy, every piece of material here could be taken out and cut into two bracelets! And between the pearl and the box, there was a thick soft silk, and there was a faint salt-like thing on the silk. Han Nuowei immediately reacted, these salts were the remnants of Bai Ji, and he hurriedly took a few steps back vigilantly.

He waited for a while, but there was no movement. Han Nuowei suddenly patted his head, he was really tired and confused, when he opened the box with his eyes just now, he heard the sound of ice cracking, it should be Bai Ji sublimating.

Then, Han Nuowei was surprised to find that the box had a mezzanine, and the mezzanine was filled with long strips of golden metal. He grabbed a piece and bit it with his teeth, still in disbelief at the sight of the shallow mark. Han Nuowei weighed the weight of the gold bars, at least a dozen catties, and there were dozens of such gold bars stuffed in the mezzanine, no wonder the box was so heavy.

Han Nuowei originally felt a sore back, but he seemed to be full of strength at the moment, and he was about to open the rest of the box without stopping. Box 2 also has a fine wood grain chest, and the difference from Box 1 is that this box has 64 wooden strips on the sides. This time, Han Nuowei opened the box after moving the wooden bar a thousand and twenty-four times. Chest 2 was full of blood amber, all cut into bricks. In box three, Han Nuowei moved the wooden strips eight hundred and ninety-six times, and it was filled with blue amber cut into bricks. Chest Four moved the wooden strips seven hundred and sixty-eight times, and was filled with white beeswax cut into bricks.

Han Nuowei suddenly understood the feelings of the Japanese collector at the time, and the word "shock" could no longer be described. The magnificence and delicacy of these ambers was not only unseen but unheard of, even beyond his cognition and imagination. All the amber was cut into bricks, and the body was either as pure as water or as crystal clear as honey, and there was not even a crack the size of a hair.

When opening the No. 5 box, Han Nuowei breathed a sigh of relief, because the No. 5 box was just an ordinary wooden box. When he opened the sixth box, Han Nuowei was pleasantly surprised to find that it was also an ordinary wooden box, from which, he could basically conclude that among the sixteen boxes, only boxes 1 to 4 were nested with a combination of wooden crates, and the other twelve were ordinary wooden boxes. And the next ten boxes that were opened proved that his guess was right.

Han Nuowei couldn't figure out why Cotton only nested four wooden boxes? Cotton was definitely not a lazy person. And Mo Aogu told him that Cotton almost monopolized the precious wood in Myanmar back then, so it could not be that he was forced to make only four because of the lack of wood.

But Han Nuowei didn't have time to think about it, and fell into a new shock.

Of the sixteen chests, eight contain a variety of jadeite, rubies, sapphires, and irregularly shaped worms. Although Han had no idea anything other than amber, he could easily see that these gems were extraordinary. Han Nuowei picked up a sapphire casually, it was as pure as a rising star on a summer night. He picked up another ruby, a delicate red that burned his eyes like a burning flame.

He put down the rubies in amazement, and clumsily stretched out his hands to hug the cute big boxes. But he didn't know which box to hold, and a wave of vertigo hit him, and he had to rest on the one closest to him.

Sixteen large chests, like the secret cellar of the legendary elves. They shimmer like honey, and in this dirty and dilapidated warehouse, it is like a peerless beauty wearing ragged clothes, which makes people heartbroken and fascinated.

Han Nuowei suddenly jumped up, he was like a drunk maniac, dancing around the sixteen boxes in a circle, laughing as he turned. The frantic laughter was particularly harsh in the quiet warehouse, and with a smile and laughter, he was suddenly startled, as if he was frightened, and ran to the door of the warehouse in fear. He pressed his ear to the door and listened with bated breath for a few moments, making sure there was no one outside, before returning to his treasure with his hands in motion.

Han Nuowei looked at the dazzling brilliance of this room, remembered Mo Aogu, and then thought of his adoptive parents, as well as his biological parents and sister who were blank in his memory.

In his short life of more than 20 years, the people he loved either betrayed him or left him, and the fate that he could not break free from was maintained on these gorgeous gems.

A sad smile swept across the corners of Han Nuowei's mouth, no matter how valuable a gem is, it can't get back the lost life, the eight years he lost in prison, and the simple heart that was once as white as paper.

He fell back from his ecstasy, and then he made an oath to the wealth of his ancestors that only he could understand. He wanted to look at the gems all the time, but he was so tired that he had just decided to rest when he fell asleep leaning against the edge of a chest with his head tilted and his body limped.