The fat man was sitting on the ground, slapping the black dirt on his chest, and the chair fell to the side, the dry skeleton and head already crushed and cracked.

The mandibles fell off completely and fell aside, and the fat man reached out and tossed the half of the corpse's skull, the skull was slightly connected to the neck, and the fat man flicked it, and the entire upper body was pushed aside by him.

Just as the bones were writhing, something fell out of the fat man's clothes. That dress was a kind of Ming Hanfu, and the place where the fat man reached in just now was a layer close to his body, and the place where he fell out at this time was the outermost layer.

"Eh, something."

Puzzled, the fat man picked it up directly. It was a book with a thread-wrapped cloth skin, the outer skin which had been colored before, but now it was gray and gray.

"Hehe, practice the cheats of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw." The fat man laughed.

I reached out and took it from the fat man's hand, only to grab a corner, but I didn't expect that all the lines of the book were scattered, and the paper inside was scattered on the ground with a bang.

"Well, I said can you be careful. This thing is an ancient book, maybe it's still a fragment, and you've trampled it for millions. ”

This time, I was at a loss, and I couldn't say anything, so I squatted down and hurriedly picked up the pages scattered on the ground. When my fingertips touched one piece, I realized that the material of this thing was not paper.

The surface is soft and somewhat smooth, and it is very light to pinch, so much like a silk fabric. I picked up a corner, and the pages of the silk fabric drooped.

The fat man sitting on the side and the old generation who had already stood up also saw this, and they all came to my side.

"This is silkworm satin." The old man took a piece and twisted it and said.

The fat man pulled open a silk page and looked at the contents on it. There was only one side of the silk leaf with something drawn, and I picked up my one and spread it out, and I found that there were many lines drawn on it.

It's just that the single sheet doesn't look like anything, and the fat man and the old generation each twisted in a few directions with one sheet, and they are still the same as me, and they don't get any information from it.

The fat man shook it and said, "What the hell is this blind drawing, a three-year-old kid can draw better than him." ”

After the fat man finished speaking, the old generation took the one in my hand, and the two of them compared with each other a few times, and suddenly let out a strange cry after looking at it for a long time, and immediately picked up another one on the ground.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He immediately brought the silk pages in front of me and told me to look at the lower corners of the pages. The one he showed me had a bit of a dense line on it, and I looked at it for a long time before I could tell the one he wanted me to see.

Engineering drawings will take into account the size of the printing paper in the design, so they are generally divided into multiple or even hundreds of drawing sheets. But when it comes to actual use, so many diagrams are easy to mess up. So there will be a dedicated general map. The number of each sheet will be marked according to the size of the general map, and each individual sheet will also have its own sheet number.

What the old generation showed me was a set of picture numbers drawn in the lower right corner, and the content was "啒-拾柒" in capital letters. That's a picture sheet number.

Just by looking at this number, you can know that the number of this whole picture is at least more than 60 sheets, and the meaning of "wanton - picking" is very clear, because it should be the fourth row, the seventeenth. But these silk pages in front of us are probably not even thirty enough.

The fat man stepped forward and came over, and was a little excited to learn about this clue: "It seems that this is still a puzzle, should we put it together for him." ”

As soon as we said this, we were all interested, and the flashlight was stuck on the screen on the side by the old generation, and the light shone right on the ground. A few of us got together and started putting together the diagrams.

After counting in front of us a total of twenty-eight silk drawings, in fact, there are a total of thirty-one pages in the actual book, but the remaining three are not drawn lines, there are a large number of dense text written on it, the content of the text should be Mingti, not difficult to recognize but very troublesome.

The silk diagram, as we suspected, is incomplete, and the gap is quite large. The number in front is the largest all the way up to "chop", and the number in the back is the largest is "picking". In this way, if both numbers are already the largest, the whole silk diagram should have a number of 144 sheets.

We were missing one hundred and sixteen sheets, and it was difficult to put them together, but fortunately there was a whole piece in the lower right corner at the end, and the fat man thought that there should be something left on the corpse, so he went and rummaged through it, but nothing came out again.

On the other side, the corpses were even more impossible, none of them had complete clothes, and they were wearing coarse cloth clothes like vests, and they could see what was on their bodies.

The fat man had no choice but to give up, and the corpse had been completely dehumanized. The silk diagram is probably pieced together, and I have a general understanding of the above content.

It was a corner of a city, and it was a map. The information on the map is very detailed, the sentry posts, the streets, the culverts are all clearly indicated, and even the houses in some places are marked with some names, like items sold in the shops.

The text urban small seal, can only be distinguished by a few similar to the simplified Chinese characters. In addition to some lines depicting the roads of buildings, there are also horizontal and vertical lines evenly divided on the map, and these lines are evenly spaced apart, like the longitude and latitude lines on the map.

Because we don't have a scale, we can't measure the actual size of the piece. But just by looking at the size of the walls and the size of the buildings inside, you can see that this is definitely not a small city.

The fat man muttered as he gestured with his hand. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh, but because he was squatting on the ground with his feet on his feet, he fell to the ground after the beat.

"Look closely at what's on this map." The fat man sat on the ground and said to me.

I continued to look at it for a long time, but I still didn't see it, but a river flowing from the corner of the city wall was a little familiar with the courtyard of the city.

The fat man saw that I hadn't seen it for a long time, so he hurriedly said loudly: "This is Chang'an City, Tang Chang'an City." ”

I wonder how the fat man saw it, he hadn't seen what Chang'an City was like in the Tang Dynasty, and besides, it was just a corner. It didn't take long for me to realize that he saw that this map was a map of Chang'an, not through the landform, but through the checkered courtyard in the city that I was more familiar with.

Needless to say, Tang Chang'an City is rumored to have one hundred and eight squares. Fang is a small city within a city, surrounded by high walls, where residents live or hoard soldiers and horses.

At this time, I remembered that the small lattices in the city walls were fangs. This form was only most widely used during the Tang Dynasty.

"Isn't this a strange thing, on the treasure ship of the Ming Dynasty, a person with a map from the Tang Dynasty trapped himself in the cabin."

The fat man scolded his mother: "There are more and more evil things, and none of the two trips with you have come over safely." ”

"Didn't you do it all voluntarily, I didn't force you, and besides, do you think you're willing to come, it seems that most of the time I got on the boat because you had to drag me."

The fat man himself had nothing to say, and waved his hand to stop, but he paused for a while and then opened his mouth again: "As soon as I said this, I suddenly thought of something, and I don't know if it has anything to do with the current situation." ”

"Don't sell it, say it quickly." I said hurriedly.

"Do you remember the arrows we saw in the ancient city of Motuo, didn't they also appear in places that should not have appeared, and they were also from the Tang Dynasty. I think the nature of the two is similar, but I don't know what the connection is. ”

His words reminded me that there was indeed a subtle relationship between the two, but on closer inspection, I felt that there was no relationship.

The old generation has not been involved since we were talking nonsense, and I don't know what I am looking at. It is counterintuitive that he didn't show curiosity when he heard us talk about arrows, but what if he really was the kind of person who didn't care too much about other people's business?

At this time, he was looking at the three silk cloths with only words that we had sorted out, and the fat man and I observed him for a long time before he noticed us, looked up and smirked twice.

I thought that he had been watching there for so long and was so serious, he must have seen something. As a result, we stared at each other for a long time to wait for him to come to a conclusion, but in the end what he said disappointed us.

"What kind of thing is this, I haven't understood any of them for a long time." The old generation smiled awkwardly.

I almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of blood, and my heart said that you couldn't understand your damn grandma's and watched it so seriously for a long time. Naturally, this kind of thing can't be said, but the fat man is about to say it for me.

"You can fucking pretend to be garlic better than our little comrade, I don't understand you still look at a bird."

We both glanced at the fat man at the same time, and this guy said that it was okay, and he brought me with him, which had to provoke a burst of anger.

The old generation didn't know it himself, so he handed it to me and asked me to miss it. I didn't fully know and wanted to continue to pass it on to the fat man, but he turned his head and didn't look at me at all, and he didn't mean to take it at all. In this case, then I can only bite the bullet.

It's really hard to recognize, and it seems to be in classical Chinese. It made me, a person with a low level of liberal arts, even more headaches.

The first line is probably a warning, which translates in the vernacular as, "In a hundred years, if someone finds this object by mistake, please put it back in its place." This item has no value to those who don't need it, and it can be fatal, and those who pick it up will weigh it up for themselves. ”