After listening to my father's story, the three of us looked at each other, all of us looking surprised. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I suddenly realized that something was wrong, thinking of the mysterious man who was walking at the back with a rope, and I thought to myself, could this person be the mysterious armored samurai who attacked my father?

At this moment, Boss Xiao came over with a dinner plate, and there was a pot of steaming egg noodles on the plate, and he was a little surprised when he saw my father.

But when he saw the helmeted head on the ground, his eyes immediately widened, and he pointed to the skull and trembled and said, "Why did you bring this thing in?" Throw it out, this thing is wicked. ”

Seeing that he was full of horror and seemed to be very jealous of this armored samurai, I couldn't help but be curious, and asked, "Have you ever seen such a thing?" ”

He put the dinner plate on the table on the side, picked up the bowl and filled a bowl for one of us, we sucked the noodles while listening to him say: "This area belongs to the tourist area, originally there are a lot of people, somehow, since this spring, almost no tourist people come, and then the TV exposed a picture accidentally filmed by tourists, it is this kind of thing, specifically attacking people who stay on the mountain at night, no wonder so many tourists are missing this year." Later, the criminal investigation team came to search, but nothing was found, and they squatted at night, but this thing didn't come out, and they walked with their front feet, and this thing began to commit crimes with their back feet, it is said that he is a demon who specializes in eating people, and he can eat people without even bones and slag. ”

Uncle Liu frowned and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier when I came before?" ”

"You didn't ask." Boss Xiao said helplessly.

"Then why is it okay for the person you asked to come and watch the missing pigeon?" Uncle Liu asked.

"Hey, this man-eating demon all appears at two or three o'clock in the morning, and the people I invited are basically residents of this area, and they won't stay outside until eleven o'clock in the evening, which happens to be staggered with that dangerous time period."

It seems that things are not so simple, could the disappearance of the pigeon have something to do with this armored samurai? Uncle Liu, who seemed to be preoccupied, hastily finished eating the noodles and stirred with charcoal at random, as if he was thinking about how to start.

After dinner, Boss Xiao took out a bottle of alcohol to detoxify the small wound on my father's body and the palm of my hand, sprayed some Yunnan Baiyao, and then took a broom to clean the pigeon shed, Yu Aiting seemed to be very interested in pigeons, so she followed the boss to go.

"Brother Dongyuan, what do you think?" Uncle Liu said.

Dad thought for a while, and said in a deep voice: "I suggest that we leave here, things are too strange, and if we don't get it, we have to lose our lives here." ”

"What do you want to say?" Uncle Liu said.

"Look at the dagger." Dad raised the sword, flicked the rusty back of the knife with his fingers, and said: "This kind of copper short sword appeared before the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and then gradually replaced by iron tools. ”

I wondered, "How can it be a sword?" Isn't it the Madame Xu dagger used? ”

Dad shook his head and said: "Modern vocabulary and ancient times are two concepts, just like the ancient unit of measurement, the ruler in ancient times is much shorter than our current ruler, if they are all like the ancient books say, a seven-foot man at every turn, is it possible that all of them are Yao Ming?" ”

After my father said this, I immediately understood a lot, so I nodded and said, "That's true, could it be that this short sword and dagger are the same concept?" ”

"Yes, it was very easy to hide this kind of short sword in ancient times, and it was so sharp that it was usually quenched and used for assassination missions. With all that said, you should know what I mean, right? ”

Uncle Liu said: "I understand what you mean, this thing must have come out of the ancient tomb, and it is normal for there to be an ancient tomb here, because the most famous tomb in this area is the ancient tomb." ”

"What tomb?" Dad's heart moved and asked.

"Obviously Ling!"

"Another Ming Dynasty tomb?!" My father and I looked at each other, and we could never have imagined that we would encounter the royal tombs of the Ming Dynasty again in another country.

"No, no." Dad shook his head, looked at the short sword, and then flicked the head with the helmet on the ground with his foot, and said slowly: "In ancient times, there was basically no such assassin configuration in the military, no assassin could break through the heavy guards to decapitate the operation, besides, this helmet style is obviously not an orthodox military helmet, and judging from the style of this copper short sword, it is definitely a product of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, which cannot be faked, and the Ming Dynasty did not have such technology to make such a sharp sword." ”

Once again, things got a little confusing, and all three of us fell silent.

I looked at the wavy helmet at the corners with some curiosity, and carefully twisted it up to take a closer look.

I saw that the helmet was rusty, like rust, but I thought that there might not have been any iron-smelting technology at that time, so I ruled out this idea. This helmet is not full-coverage, the front and sides are metal, and the top and back of the head are covered with some kind of skin, these black dry skins have neat holes, I don't know what this is for.

I turned the samurai's face around, and the dry and disgusting appearance made me sick to my stomach, because of the age, the man's skin had lost moisture, and it was all wrinkled and dried together, and the upper and lower eyelids were put together, leaving only a thin slit, and suddenly I had a sneering feeling.

There was a bulge on the side of his nose, and I flicked it with a stick, only to see that the bulge was actually a large nose ring, which was estimated to be old, and was slowly wrapped in carrion, so it was not easy to find.

Dad was a little puzzled when he saw the nose ring, and said to himself, "Is it a tartar?" ”

As he spoke, he pried open the helmet with his sword, but the head did not fall off directly, because the scalp had been glued to the helmet and had become one.

"Huh? Wait, this ...... It's like a silver helmet. Uncle Liu's eyes widened.

When my father saw it, it was really the case, and said: "It seems that this is still a samurai of a minority minority, and it is completely incompatible with the Ming Dynasty anyway." ”

We discussed and discussed, but in the end we didn't come up with a reason, it was rainy all day, and it was not suitable to travel in the mountains, so we discussed and waited until the weather was fine to solve the problem of the loss of pigeons.

At night, Uncle Liu and Boss Xiao live in one room, my father and I live in one room, and Yu Aiting lives in a separate room. At night we all drank some liquor, slept very steadily, in the middle of the night I was woken up by urine, turned on the light and put on shoes and was ready to go out for convenience, in a daze I suddenly felt something wrong, glanced at the bed, only to see that the quilt on my father's side has been lifted, my father is nowhere to be found, I thought he also went out to go conveniently, so I didn't go to my heart, but when I arrived in the yard, everything that happened in front of me made me feel cold.