"Inside the coffin." Bai Wenliu replied.

yes

Only inside the coffin, when his son wakes up one day, he can open his eyes and see the message.

"The coffin is going to be shipped back, let's wait until we get to the lab and then open the coffin."

The resin coffin is not easy to open casually.

Bai Wenliu clapped his hands, he also wanted to open at this time.

We stayed here for about half an hour, and some other funerary objects such as porcelain were unearthed around, which did have good archaeological value, but they could not stimulate the nerves of me, Lao Bai and Xiaoqu.

I thought I would need to stay here for a long time, but Xiaoqu was the only one who stayed here, and Lao Bai took me back to Xi'an.

Xi'an is an ancient city, there are many museums here, and this area has given birth to a magnificent civilization, the most famous of which is of course the Terracotta Army.

But this does not mean that the archaeological research force here is very strong, in fact, this is actually a similar situation in any country, the excavation and protection of cultural relics are often accompanied by great turmoil and chaos, Bai Wenliu returned to Xi'an in advance in order to organize people to prepare for receiving cultural relics.

Bai Wenliu was not interested in these cultural relics, he was only interested in possible information.

Lao Bai is busy, I am idle, there is a small ditch watching the excavation work anyway, and Lao Bai is taking care of the reception here, so I will stay in the room and read.

Oh, by the way, after that incident, when Lao Bai and I returned to Xi'an, we didn't live in a guest house, but in a military sanatorium.

I'm quite happy with the environment, and it's said that there are some big people here who like to recuperate, and I don't have that interest in going out and meeting people, and I don't think they want to get to know me.

But I was wrong about this, and the day after I moved in, people began to invite me to dinner, saying that they wanted to chat with me and make friends or something, and I chose to refuse when the nursing home staff came forward to invite me.

I'm not in the mood to tell stories to these big guys, although I'm not a new kid anymore, according to my own experience of going to the grave a few times and some of the things they told me about Qin Lao Bai, it's still no problem to fool the layman, but I just lack interest.

My grandfather has lived in that county town in the ravine all his life, and it doesn't matter if he runs around, and I don't bother to make friends everywhere. Or maybe it's because I've been abroad all these years, and I do exclude some domestic relationships from taking care of, not because I look down on these relationships, but purely because I'm lazy.

A book I have been reading in the past few days, without a cover page, belongs to the internal publication of the archaeological community, which was organized and compiled by Qin Lao at that time, which records the forms and styles of tombs in various ages and the dangers that may be encountered, which is quite detailed.

After reading a part, I realized why this could not be published and circulated, if this book was seen by someone who cares, it can basically be used as a beginner training book for "tomb robbers".

The excavation work there was delayed for two days due to rain and other weather conditions, but it was not a big problem, and the more important reason for the small canal was to take care of the safety of the place to prevent further human accidents.

Lao Bai hasn't been back to the sanatorium for a few days, so I'm basically here alone.

On my fourth day in the nursing home, in the afternoon, a man walked into my room, an old man.

The old man has an extraordinary bearing at a glance, this is not bragging, in fact, people do have such a thing as "aura", the normal kind of person who has never dealt with the police and has never entered the bureau, as soon as he enters the interrogation room and looks at the police uniform on the police and the national emblem on the hat, it is likely that he will directly confess to himself, which is almost the truth.

I felt a kind of pressure in this old man.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, young man, my surname is Zhao, it's okay if you call me Lao Zhao, or call me Brother Zhao, let's call me Brother Zhao, I know your identity, so we will be commensurate with each other."

When the old man entered my room, he naturally sat down on the sofa.

I glanced out the door, and there were two nurses from the nursing home, who had closed the door at the signal of the old man.

"Hello."

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the old man in front of me, a little cramped.

However, this crampedness was only due to the initial unfamiliarity, and gradually let go, after all, I am also a person who has experienced life and death and went to the grave.

"I've read some books about Captain Mojin, and I also know that in this industry, there are sects like Faqiu Tianguan and Mountain Mover Xieling Lushi, but I really didn't know that Faqiu Tianguan still exists to this day, and now it has such a great influence in the southwest region."

Zhao ............ Brother, you've won the prize. I replied.

"You're welcome, just because I'm an old man, I invited you the other day, but you didn't come......"

"It's my ............," I was ready to explain.

"It's me who is abrupt." The old man first criticized himself, "It's my fault, so I came to you in person today, there are some things that have been held in my heart for some years, but there has been no one worth talking to."

You said that it was a coincidence or not, the day you just moved in happened to be the memorial day of one of my old comrades-in-arms. ”

"I ............" how do I answer that?

"I chatted with my old comrade-in-arms who died for a long time that day, and then when I came out, I heard a few other small talks, saying that we have a special guest here, and it is you."

"If you have anything, say it, I can help if I can, really."

"Okay, when people get old, it's a bit too much, don't mind. What I want to say is about my old comrade-in-arms, at that time, still in Vietnam, I was the battalion commander, he was my political commissar, but in fact, we can reverse it, he is better than me, and much better than me.

Moreover, he once told me that his ancestors were from the Xieling lineage, and I didn't know what this meant at the time, thinking that it was some kind of Jianghu sect in the Republic of China.

Until that breakout battle, our battalion and the main army were scattered, and in the process of breaking out, we also lost our way and got into a ravine.

And then there,

We found that place.

At that time, there were Vietnamese devils chasing behind, and we had no choice but to go in, and there were not many soldiers around us at that time, and there were only about 20 of us. ”

"That place?" I wondered, "Yes............"

"Yes, it's a tomb, a big tomb." The old man took a deep breath, and his eyes revealed a look of remembrance, "That time, I really knew that there was really a special tomb robbery sect in this world, and without my political commissar, I wouldn't be alive now, and it would be impossible for me to sit here and talk to you anymore." ”

I went and poured a cup of tea myself, served it to the old man, and then sat down in front of the old man.

"You go on."