Removing all the copper nails is only the first step, and if it can be taken apart so easily, we won't have to bother to remove the lock.

The large copper nail that is a finger long has been removed, and the entire front box plate is still very strong. It seems that this kind of spike is only for the purpose of stabilizing.

The ancient craftsmen did not disdain to use nails when building wooden buildings and tools and furniture, which was not a shame for their craftsmen, so just from this setting, it can be seen that the contents of this box must be quite important.

The mortise and tenon structure of this box is something I haven't seen before, and it's completely different from the more common dovetails. The fat man looked at it for a long time and couldn't find an opening, he wanted to destroy it violently, but there was no place for him to exert his strength.

The more complex mortise and tenon structure will have a fixed point, this position may be a small piece of wood, as long as the small piece of wood is where, if it is not completely destroyed, it must not be possible. But once the wood chips are removed, the whole structure is like a plate of loose sand, which can be easily disassembled.

The process is complicated, but not difficult. If it is a person who understands the fat man, I think he can guess right away that this guy is too extreme, and if he is born in the wrong place and is born in a sensitive place, he will definitely become a local evil.

We removed the entire front panel of the box, and the floor was covered in wood chips. The edges of the removed planks were uneven, and I immediately saw that the wood did not resemble the wood used in shipbuilding. It seems to be iron birch, which is said to be blister-resistant, and even bullets are difficult to penetrate.

The plank was heavy, and I dragged it against the side of the box. When he turned back, the fat man was already figuring at the buckle of the mercury box.

It was also carved from the same transparent material, and the buckle was completely engraved on the mercury box. This thing is completely removed for practicality, and there is no pattern on it.

The buckle of the mercury box is not locked, but is used to connect the lid and the body of the box. The fat man opened the transparent buckle in a few clicks, which is somewhat similar to the cargo lock of a box truck.

The buckle was opened, and the old generation also came over. Under the attention of the two of us, the fat man slowly pulled the buckle and flipped it up. It's just a moment, and the lid doesn't move at all.

The fat man looked left and right at me and the old generation, and I thought it was strange, so I stepped forward and grabbed the buckle, and pulled it with the fat man. The feeling that came from his hand was that the box had not been opened.

After a few more strokes, it was still the same, and there was no sign of opening. The old generation sensed that something was wrong at the beginning, looked around, and after just a few glances, he found the key to the matter.

"There's another one, no, it's in all directions." Lao Dai put his hand into the other gaps, and in less than a second, he let out an exclamation, and then his arm took the palm of his hand, and reached behind the mercury box.

The fat man and I turned our heads to the left and right. The problem of not being able to open the lid was immediately apparent. It turns out that this mercury box is not a hinged lid, and each of the four directions of the box has a buckle. Only when all of them are pulled open can the lid of the entire mercury tank be lifted completely.

This time, the three of us had to work together, and we pulled the mercury box out. To prevent the transparent shell from cracking when it hits the ground, we took the plank over and put it on the ground.

The process of dragging the mercury box is strange, there seems to be liquid in the box, and this feeling is like dragging a bucket that is not filled with water, and you can feel the shaking of the box when you touch the wall of the box.

The four buckles were opened one by one, and we were extremely careful in our movements because the inner compartment was filled with mercury. Now it seems that this transparent shell is indeed hollow, and it is not known how mercury was poured into it.

Lao Dai rubbed his fingernails on the transparent lid a few times, put it to his nose and smelled it, and then said: "This is the material of resin, and it may be that mercury has been poured into the space reserved in it when the resin was poured into the box." ”

So why do you want to do this? What does it do? I asked.

"I don't know, I've never even heard of anything like it."

I didn't get any answer from the old belt, so I turned my head to the fat man. The fat man saw that I had been looking at him for a long time, and knew that I was trying to get some answer from him, so he pretended to pinch his chin deeply.

"If you have to go straight to the root of this problem, then I definitely don't know."

There was still the second half of the fat man's words, so I immediately asked: "Then how do you ask, don't sell it, just say it." ”

The lid was lowered with great care, and the fat man clapped his hands and said, "Actually, we can infer the purpose of this box from the use of mercury, that is, mercury." ”

I nodded, agreeing with his train of thought, and immediately asked him to continue.

The fat man continued: "Needless to say, mercury is quite versatile. But in ancient times, there were only a few uses for it, nothing more than surgical medicine, red dye, and the most used embalming or tomb mechanism. ”

These things are very easy to speculate, and it is difficult for me to imagine the use of topical drugs, but I have also heard that it is said to be mixed with mercury and realgar to treat scabies, but I don't know if scabies and hemorrhoids are related, and if it is similar to the latter, it is really a painful treatment.

The use of red dye is difficult to understand if you have only seen liquid mercury in the form of mercury before, but once you see its raw ore, you will immediately solve this question. The whole body of mercury ore is red, it is a dye that is easy to refine, but this kind of thing is highly toxic, although after being made into a dye, the amount of contamination will be very small, but it will also cause skin itching, so after there is a better alternative, it will be directly banned.

The previous two have completely ruled out the possibility of them, so the only possibility is the final embalming or tomb trapping. Obviously, the tomb mechanism is also impossible, so the mercury that appears here must be used for embalming.

"It's for embalming." I thought about it for a moment and blurted it out.

"It's a huge possibility." The fat man replied.

While we were still discussing, the old generation had already walked to the mouth of the open mercury tank. He glanced inside, then called us aloud.

"Don't guess, come and see."

The fat man hurriedly stepped over a few steps, and when he came to him, he let out an exclamation: "Damn, how can this be." ”

I went up on my heels, and I knew at a glance that the fat man had lost a lot this time. The chest, which had taken so much effort to open, had no gold or silver treasure in it.

If anything, there is silver, but it is a large box full of mercury that is about to overflow.

I laughed twice, and then joked to the fat man, "What's the matter, I said how it is possible for such a strange box to hold normal things." ”

The fat man's face twisted, and he gasped: "Grandma's, it's not right to give these grandchildren shabu, no, it's impossible." As he spoke, he greeted the old man, who immediately understood, and handed the fat man the harpoon gun that was not equipped with a harpoon.

I had already guessed what he was going to do, and I moved it back, and so did the old man, and his concerns were the same as mine, and he was afraid that the fat man would get the mercury that would spill out when he was playing with the mercury box.

This guy didn't want a harpoon gun anymore, so he stuck the head of the harpoon gun into the box of mercury. I thought it would be a box full of mercury and nothing else, but as soon as he poked the harpoon gun inside, I could tell from his expression and movements that the harpoon gun had poked something.

When I saw his face change, I immediately asked, "What's wrong, is there any problem?" ”

The old man also waited for the fat man's reply with a puzzled face, and the fat man gasped and said, "I don't know, there seems to be something, a little hard." After saying that, he stabbed him with a harpoon gun again, paused and continued: "It's still a little soft, there are many of them." ”

I'm wondering if something is going to be a little hard or a little soft, but don't think about it, it's not what you think.

The old generation looked at it for a while, and then said, "Let's catch it and take a look." ”

"You treat me as a spoon, you can catch it if you want to, come up and take a hand."

After saying that, the old generation searched left and right, picked up another harpoon gun, and also reached into the box full of mercury.

The cooperation between the two people was very tacit, and they immediately caught a piece of something. Looking at their appearance, I moved a little farther away, and in that state, I still have to be cowardly when I should be cowardly.

The contents were slowly picked up from the mercury, and the atmosphere became very tense. I almost held my breath and waited for the moment when the object in the mercury came out.

It was actually less than three seconds, but I seemed to have been waiting for hours. The thing slowly emerged from the mercury.

I couldn't control my emotions and almost screamed. The fat man and the old man didn't pay attention to me, and the focus was still on what came out of the mercury.

It was a completely purple human hand, and although the palm was dry, it was not in the state of a dry corpse. Compared to the dried corpse, it is still relatively full.

The whole hand was pinched out, and the arm was broken from the elbow upwards. The purple arm was unclothed, bare, and the cut was flat, as if it had been cut with a knife saw.

The arm was sandwiched by the old man and put on the lid on the side, and the two directly threw the harpoon gun in their hands on the ground on the side, squatted down and studied the half of the arm.

I said in a trembling voice behind them, "What's the matter, guess it, it's really used to keep it fresh." ”

I meant to ease the tension, but apparently the quip was at the wrong time and in the wrong place. They looked back at me coldly, and the fat man sneered.

"Keep it fresh, keep it fresh for you to eat." After saying it coldly, he turned back and looked at his purple arm.