Although I haven't been in the inverted bucket industry for a long time with the fat man, I am not too familiar with many strange excavation and coffin opening tools.

But at this time, I can still distinguish the Luoyang shovel in the wooden box at a glance, and even the Qinglong next to me can also see the cat.

In addition, there were some old ropes, knives, and two pieces of wire mesh clothing.

I can't help but recall Wu Laogou's record in his diary that in ancient times, tomb robbers were mostly divided into sects, and they relied on their wisdom to make ingenious tools.

For example, the two metal clothes in the wooden box in front of you are obviously used as modern life-saving body armor, and once you encounter a hidden crossbow in the tomb, you will not be directly shot.

I couldn't help but take out all the contents of the wooden box one by one, but I didn't expect that there was an old black and white photo pressed on the bottom of the box.

This photograph is very different from the one sandwiched between the glass, and although the contents are still a little blurry, the outline of what appears to be a large mountain can still be faintly visible.

At the back of the photograph are two large and one small, three small figures drawn with a pen.

It seems to represent Xiao Nan and the two fat and thin tomb robbers.

I can't help but wonder why Xiao Nan kept their tools for fighting back, her descendant as a revolutionary of Gen Hong Miaozheng, the daughter of the old chief.

Even if she was a little ignorant, she should have known that in those days, if these things were discovered by the Red Guards, she would definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

I looked at the blurred black and white outline of the mountain in the photo, and it was faintly familiar, but I couldn't tell where I had seen it.

Qinglong couldn't help but look at the surrounding bottles and jars of paint, where all the people who performed Peking Opera would have painted their costumes in advance.

I don't know how much pain and sadness I witnessed in this mirror in front of me, just as I was about to leave here.

Outside the window, there was a sudden lightning and thunder, and on a sunny day, a thunderbolt flashed through the eaves, instantly illuminating the dim scene in the house.

Vaguely, both of us found that in the corner, there seemed to be a figure with an unclear face looking straight at us.

I was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat, recalling that although this is a gradually lonely theater, there are still people who will clean it after all, and how can there be such a thrilling scene in the room where Xiao Nan used to work with makeup.

When he turned around, he found that the elderly courtyard owner had already quietly left here, could it be that there had been some terrible murder in this room.

The black shadow in front of me was motionless, so that Qinglong and I did not dare to let down our guard at all.

I couldn't help but take out the lighter in my hand and light a candle again, and the two of us quietly walked towards the figure in the darkness with a wax in one hand.

As the candlelight approached, Qinglong and I couldn't help but discover a very strange truth.

That is, this black shadow is actually just a pink costume hanging on the wall and covered with dust, Qinglong couldn't help but sigh coldly and said to me.

"My eyes are not good, why are your eyes not good, it scared me"

"I thought it was a corpse."

In fact, just now it really made me almost mistakenly think that the figure in the corner was a dead corpse, maybe it was so many strange experiences that happened to me that made my nerves a little sensitive and lost the thinking of ordinary people.

Qinglong next to him couldn't help but rub his eyes, it seemed that he had also been induced into a corpse by the costume just now.

Seeing that it was a false alarm, I couldn't help but let go of my defense, seeing that there was nothing to pay attention to here, and the two of them planned to leave from here.

Unexpectedly, I just ran out of the theater in the rain, but I saw the elderly theater owner who was about to warmly invite us to have a cup of hot tea.

He said that there had been no young people here for a long time, and even when Xiao Nan wanted to learn Peking Opera from him, he was very surprised.

Seeing this, Qinglong and I couldn't shirk it, so we had to follow the troupe master to the teahouse, which was antique and full of antique-level cultural relics and furniture.

And when the white-haired troupe owner spoke again, his voice was so loud and long-lasting that it didn't look like the voice of an eighty or ninety-year-old man.

He couldn't help but talk to me about the inheritance of intangible heritage with Qinglong, and he said that fewer and fewer people came to see the theater every month.

And there are almost few old actors in the troupe, and they are all about the same age as him.

He really wanted to find a young man to inherit these quintessential Beijing dialects, so that these true inheritances could continue a hundred years later.

Qinglong next to him listened with interest, although he is now just an ordinary taxi driver, but who knows that he once had a passion in his arms and wanted to serve the country in his military career.

I saw that the two of them were talking more and more happily, and I couldn't bother with words, but I couldn't help but recall the black and white photo of Xiao Nan when she was young.

I always felt that the two figures in the photo were very familiar, but I couldn't tell where I had seen them for a while.

It wasn't until another piercing thunder rang out outside the house that I suddenly remembered if I had dreamed of it.

Outside the window, the old theater is covered with wooden benches, proving that it was a smash hit a few decades ago, and both ordinary people and warlord commanders came here to listen to the plays.

And this scene in front of me made me very convinced that I seemed to have dreamed of this theater and those two mysterious figures.

The more I thought about it, the more incredible I felt, and while I was thinking about it, I accidentally exposed the green bronze rust on my legs, which instantly attracted the attention of the theater master next to me.

He couldn't help but stop talking to Qinglong when he looked at the turquoise rust on my legs, and then I suddenly remembered that the bronze spots on my body had faintly shown signs of spreading in a large area after leaving the man in black.

Recalling the corpses of veterans with strange causes of death found in the tomb of Concubine Jin, the sallow skin was covered with bronze-colored rust.

Even a knife can scrape off the rust from the skin, and if you wait until then, there will be no cure.

I think back to these weird spots, even the fat man seems to have some on his body, at the beginning we had guessed that this should be a sign of Zhong Gu, but now it is more like Concubine Jin's curse has attacked.

Everyone who escapes from the tomb will die of festering and then resurrected in the tomb until the cursed person will remain in the tomb forever.

Although the second half of this sentence exudes a bit of fantasy, it seems that the first half of the sentence is about to be fulfilled in me.

What I didn't expect was that the troupe owner in front of me actually said something that made me feel a little chilled.

said that he had inadvertently seen similar spots on Xiao Nan's body more than ten years ago, but when he opened his mouth to ask, Xiao Nan carefully prevaricated.

So much so that after so many years, he still has a deep memory of the green weird patina that grows on human skin, as if he will never forget it for the rest of his life.