In the coffin, a rotting corpse was lying on its side, one arm stretched upwards and hanging on the edge of the coffin, the hand hanging just outside the coffin, and the other hand covering his neck, in a rather strange posture, as if he wanted to escape from the coffin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was dressed in a canvas coat, the white 'Really Liang' inside had long been stained with blood and dark color, and the only head exposed outside the clothes was like blistered bread, swollen and swollen, and the fat maggots were going in and out of his seven orifices, looking extremely disgusting, and if it weren't for the fact that my stomach was already empty, I am afraid that I would have vomited the food by this time.

The stench of rotten fish and rotting meat filled the coffin, and I covered my mouth and nose with a candle in one hand and the other.

Dad held his breath, endured his nausea, reached out and fumbled in the man's jacket pocket for a while, and suddenly frowned, and pulled out a rusty pen and pamphlet from his chest pocket.

Dad raised his hand at me, then retracted his head with me, flipping through the booklet by candlelight. The back shell and the back pages of the booklet have long been stained with blood, and the handwriting has long been completely covered, so I can't tell what is written, but fortunately, the front of the booklet is facing the outside, so the preservation is relatively intact.

Flipping through the first page of the booklet, there were only two words written on it: "Record." "No more words.

When I turned the second page, my eyes lit up, and there were some people's names written on this page, including the name of my grandfather 'He Deming'.

At the bottom of these names is a line of small letters: "Due to equipment reasons, the trip to Meiling was blocked, withdraw the relevant comrades, and then make deployments."

There was still a date written in the lower right corner, but because the corners were already blurred with black blood, I couldn't see it clearly, so I had to turn back a page.

This page is just written with some numbers, there are symbolic connections between the numbers, it seems to be calculating something, look at the handwriting is very sloppy, it seems to be used for drafting, so I didn't think much about it, and went straight back to find useful information.

It's a pity that the next record is either some inconsequential daily life, or some draft values and sketches, which have no value to us, until we turn to the back, and finally there are relevant records, which read: "The weather has been relatively sunny these days, and according to the previous deployment, our team has entered the underground palace of the obvious tomb." When traveling to a natural cave, a large number of fire ants attacked, resulting in the sacrifice of Comrade Zhang Mengqiang, Comrade Wang Xianmei was seriously injured, the medicine we brought can not be effectively treated, after the decision, our team is still led by Yang Yinglong, continue to explore, Comrade He Deming took Comrade Wang Xianmei to return the same way, admitted to the hospital for treatment, a day later Comrade He Deming returned with supplies to support. ”

The more I looked down, the more shocked I became, and I felt that my grandfather had a good chance of survival, at least I understood that he did not die in that mysterious cave back then, but for some unknown reason that he joined this mysterious treasure hunting team, and has existed in this team for more than ten years.

"Keep flipping." I saw that my father's face was flushed, and he seemed to be very excited, and he looked at the booklet in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, so I had to remind him.

Dad came back to his senses, sticking his fingers to rub the booklet, but he couldn't open it after rubbing it for a long time, and after a closer look, he found that the paper behind it had been stuck with black dirty blood, and the dried dirty blood was like glue to stick the paper together, and there was no way to open it at all.

I saw that there seemed to be some small gaps in the side of the sticky paper, so I carefully inserted my fingernails into it, and then slowly peeled off the hard, green paper.

It took a lot of effort to finally separate the two pieces of paper, but when we looked closely, we were dumbfounded, only to see that the paper was covered with large black stains, and the handwriting had already been completely covered, even if some words could still be seen in general shape, but the ink was divergent, and it became a blurry text.

My father and I looked at each other, and we both saw helplessness in each other's eyes, and my father put the booklet away, patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, your grandfather's affairs have already come to light, and I believe that it won't be long before everything will fall out." ”

Then, my father reached out and groped in the rest of the carrion's coat for a while, but found nothing extra, and in my disappointment, I suddenly saw that the carrion seemed to be dragging something in his other hand, so I quickly beckoned to my father: "Dad, look, he seems to have something in his hand!" ”

After I reminded him of this, my father took a closer look and found an abnormality, so he grabbed the sleeve of the rotting corpse and pulled it up, only to see his rotten five fingers clenched into a fist, and a touch of bronze brilliance loomed between his fingers.

"Looks like a baby!" Dad's eyes lit up, and he didn't care about the highly rotten nausea, so he tore off the collar of the rotting corpse and wrapped it in his palm, and broke the rotten fingers one by one.

I still remember that he once told me that there are three poisons in the carrion, and each of the three poisons can kill people, and it is three points more poisonous than arsenic. These three poisons can be summarized in medicine as 'essence, qi and spirit', the essence and spirit of the living are the foundation of life, and all of them are indispensable, while the dead also have the essence and spirit, but their essence and spirit are poisons that harm people's lives. The so-called essence refers to the essence blood, the essence blood of the carrion carries a large number of germs and corpse poison, if someone accidentally gets the wound and the broken part, it will be infected and died, mostly led by sepsis; The so-called qi refers to a toxic gas formed by fermentation after the corpse decomposes, a small amount of inhalation will be slightly poisoned, mostly dizziness, nausea and vomiting and other symptoms, severe poisoning patients will have difficulty breathing, cardiopulmonary failure and death; And God, refers to the spirit, will, some people think that the dead will not exist such a thing, but as long as it is a normal person, when you see the disgusting and hideous carrion corpse, it will definitely produce a great psychological shadow, this psychological shadow will not gradually decrease with the passage of time, but will slowly integrate into the nerves, resulting in a great psychological disorder, if the person with poor psychological tolerance participates in the matter of touching the gold and fighting backwards, most of the people will have serious mental illness afterwards, some schizophrenia, some lose their minds, What's more, they can't bear the psychological pressure and commit suicide due to depression, and there are countless such incidents.

Therefore, the people who touch gold and fight are generally determined and brave people, and most of them wear gloves and masks to touch gold, and if possible, they even wear gas masks.

Our entry into the underground palace was so unexpected that we lacked equipment, and my father held his breath and wrapped his palms in cloth to provide some security for his safety.

The carrion's fingers had lost their strength, but a dying gesture had been retained. The meridians of those fingers were missing, only some carrion was connected to the bone joints, and when Dad broke them so lightly, those fingers shrugged down like noodles, and the bone joints were already disjointed.

In the palm of the carrion was a cake-shaped object, like a silver dollar, except that one side of it was sunken downward, like a miniature version of a frying pan, and it was unknown what it was used for. Judging from the texture of this object, it should be a copper object, and the patina indicates that this object has been a lot of time.

Dad took the object in his hand and looked at it carefully, but he couldn't tell what it was.

He turned the object over, and saw that the back of the round cake was criss-crossed, and when he looked closely, it was actually a half grimace with a blue face and fangs, which looked very penetrating.

Just when my father was carefully observing, I suddenly saw that there seemed to be something bright and shaking next to the neck of the carrion, I thought I was wrong, so I closed my breath and stretched out my head to see it clearly, but unexpectedly, the carrion suddenly sat up straight, and suddenly stood face to face with me, there was still a difference of two or three centimeters, and I was about to stick to his face.

I was so startled by this sudden turn that my heart almost stopped beating, and I didn't have time to cry out, so I instinctively shrank my neck and wanted to step back, but I felt a chill in my neck, and two rotten arms were suddenly on my shoulders!