The bronzes that have not been in the water and soil, which have been handed down in the world to this day, are purple and have cinnabar spots at the bottom, and even these patches have become convex, such as the best cinnabar, put them in a large pot and cook them in boiling water, the longer they are cooked, the more obvious the marks, if they are fakes, so they can be boiled away, so they are very easy to distinguish.

I saw that this copper box was crystal clear through the bones, and when the sapper flashlight shone, the thin light seemed to be almost transparent, so I guessed that this was probably an ancient thing buried under the soil or salvaged from the water, could this be the copper box under the Wong Tai Sin Temple, just what I heard, there are many legends about this thing, but none of them seem to be able to explain clearly.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a moment of confusion, the fat man felt curious, raised his hand and wanted to open the box to see, I actually wanted to see it in my heart, but I knew that this was not child's play, God knows what trouble was hidden in it, so he quickly pressed the copper box and said: "Let's find medicine first, what is so good about these four old tattered, don't forget that so many people in this research institute are dying in vain, and this thing is okay if you don't touch it." But I subconsciously pressed my hand on the copper box, but I felt that the copper box was very light, and I pushed it and shook it when I pressed it, which means that it was empty, and what was released from it may still be left in this building.

I shook the copper box of verdant bones, the copper had already been steamed in the water and soil, and the copper bones left were only a fraction of what they used to be, so the hand was very light, and I felt that it was empty, and there was nothing at all. It must have been opened as soon as it arrived.

There were a large number of people who had died in the institute, and judging from the suicide notes of the Russians, a major accident occurred here not long after the mud society had brought the copper boxes from the mountains, and although it was not certain that the cause of death of these people was related, most of them were inextricably linked, although everything was silent in the building. The yellow skins that wanted to kill us have been cleaned up, but we still have to stay here for a while. Don't be careless, maybe there will be any clues left in this empty box, check and understand, so that no matter what we encounter in the future, we can have a mental preparation in advance.

Thinking of this, I didn't stop the fat man anymore, and asked him to open the lid of the box, and take two photos of it with the sapper lamp. It was indeed empty, only a few black sawdust remained at the bottom of the box, and we looked at each other without saying a word, and we couldn't guess what was in it. The fat man kicked the copper box aside, and we still wanted to continue to look for medicine in this warehouse, so we let Ding Sitian sit on the wooden box at the door to rest temporarily, and the old sheepskin also stayed there to look at her.

The old sheepskin is really real. I just asked him to sing to Ding Sitian to refresh himself, and he is still humming and singing, in his place: "Ride a white horse, run on the beach, I don't have an aunt and you don't have Han, let's tie up a lump of garlic." Hey, hey, the soil is born and the ......soil is rotten", the fat man and I raised the lamp to search, and opened one wooden box after another, but all the contents surprised us.

The strangest thing I found was that there was a box containing a black wooden box, and in the box was a glass bottle, the bottle was as shiny as new, but it looked like an antiquity, and the bottle contained a large blue skull. The mouth of the bottle is only seven or eight centimeters. The diameter of the skull was close to thirty centimeters, and I don't know where it came from. There is also no way to know what the bottle is used for.

There is also a black ancient clay pot, the body of the jar is engraved with a variety of ancient Chinese charms, it looks ordinary, but it is preserved and sealed very well and rigorously, it seems to be extremely valuable, this crockpot reminds me of a thing I heard before, before the liberation, there was a merchant who bought antiques in Beijing, once in the countryside to buy antiques, inadvertently received a black jar from a township farmer, engraved with many ancient seals, it looks like a talisman spell, it didn't cost too much money at that time, but it was collected when collecting other antiques, But this ancient jar shape is unpretentious, the color is very black, although I can't see the origin of the age, but the antique dealer is very fond of it, and does not take it for sale, but collects it by himself, and puts it at home to store water and flowers.

There was a severe cold, the weather was so cold that the water dripped, the antique dealer was busy with business that day, he forgot to pour the water in the crockpot, and afterwards he thought that the black pot would be frozen and cracked, and he didn't think that when he turned the day and went to see the ground again, all the places where there was water in the yard were frozen, but the dark crockpot was fine, the antique dealer felt very strange, so he poured the water into it again and tried it again, and it was still not frozen all day long, and even put his finger into the jar in the ice and snow, you could feel that the water inside was not cold.

If this ancient tile is poured into hot soup and hot tea, it is as if it has just been boiled on the stove in one day, from then on, the merchant knows that this is a treasure, cherished incomparably, and then once drunk, unintentionally knocked the ancient clay pot off the table to the ground, broken into several pieces, found that there is no difference between the tile and ordinary pottery, but there is a mezzanine, that is, two layers of tank walls, in the mezzanine engraved ghost worker fire map, the ghost worker green face fangs, holding a fan to lead the firewood fire, the depiction is very exquisite and detailed, It seems that the craftsmanship can not be carved by man, and can only be described as a ghostly workmanship, but no one at that time could tell what age this ancient clay pot was.

I heard that there is a saying later, saying that this kind of external chisel incantation engraved with the ghost utensils, are all secret in Chenzhou, Xiangxi, the craft has long been lost, now can be seen, almost no complete formation, there are fragments and the like are all unearthed from the ancient tomb, at that time I took this thing completely as a story to listen, thinking that this is similar to the story of the treasure gourd, but here I see this clay pot, it is very similar to the hearsay folk anecdotes, ancient evidence of the present, one by one, It seems that many of the craftsmanship and wisdom of the ancients have indeed been lost, and only those that are admired by modern people are gone.

But at that time, although I thought it was fresh, I didn't think that these antiquities had any value, anyway, they all belonged to the category of the four olds, and I looked at them casually and put them back in their original places, and at this time the fat man also looked through a lot of things, shook his head at me, and signaled that he had found nothing.

The fat man scratched his head strangely and said to me, "What strange things are there in this place. If you don't eat or drink, nothing is useful. ”

I said: "It seems that these items are all dug up from the cemetery, most of them are good things that those mud children will do, or some of them may be looted from the people, anyway, they are all antiquities, and I found that these broken and old things have a characteristic." They must have wanted to scrape the ground and find an important object, which was probably the bronze chest of the soul in the murals of the Hundred Eyes Cave. You see, most of these artifacts are packed in copper boxes and wooden boxes, and there are even a few copper coffins, which were probably dug up by mistake for the copper boxes related to this place, and there will be nothing in them that we need. ”

Seeing that there was nothing to be gained in this storehouse, we had to look elsewhere for medicine, and all four of us were wounded and exhausted. I can't walk fast, although I am anxious, but I can only slowly rub forward along the corridor step by step, the building is pulling cables, but the electricity has been lost, we don't know what these buildings rely on to generate electricity, and it is more urgent to find antidotes and wound medicines, and we can't spare time to find power equipment. Fortunately, there are two good and bad lighting tubes, and they are not completely dark.

Ding Sitian lay on the fat man's back and asked me in a daze, are there any ghosts in this building? I advised her not to think nonsense, the haunted movements in the past may have been all caused by those two old yellow skins, but I was also muttering in my heart that this building was built right under the cave. Looking from the outside, you can see that in the cross-sectional soil of the hillside, there are several huge stone beasts buried, which is exactly the same as the legend of the ghost yamen, all say that there is the entrance to the ghost gate, think of the black ancient clay pot, feel that some legends are not groundless, the name is famous, there must be a reason, since it is called the ghost yamen. Could it be that there really are ghosts in that cave?

I told myself secretly. Don't talk about these things anymore, it's too much. Always say that there are no ghosts, then even if there are no ghosts, there are ghosts, although there is no light in this corridor, but I think it's early in the morning, and it's even less likely to be ghosts during the day.

The underground facilities of this research institute are divided into two floors, the bottom layer is much larger than the first floor, and the corridors are marked with red paint.

I still have a suspicion, that is, the Japanese army built such a large-scale secret research facility, I am afraid that it is not just as simple as developing poison gas and bacteria, there may be more amazing secrets and research projects in it, but these things are too complicated, and what we see and hear is only the tip of the iceberg, there is no clue at all, the more I think about it, the more I feel a headache, there seem to be many small insects crawling back and forth in the brain, so I think about moving forward, and unconsciously follow the other three people to the end of a wide passage, There is a circular gate with a striking red sign "0" on it.

The iron door is half-hidden and half-merged and not locked, this door is completely different from the portal we see nearby, these basements are large and small, with different uses, all the way to check, there seems to be no pattern at all, I used a light to sweep in the doorway, the black goo seems to be very deep, and the space is much larger than I imagined, so I decided to go in and have a look, but the situation inside is unknown, I don't know if there is any danger, so I let the fat man stay at the door to answer, and I will go in alone to explore the way.

The fat man's wound hurt again, and he clutched his neck and said to me, "You only have one arm left to move, and you still want to engage in personal heroism?" You should understand that the strength of the collective is invincible, so why don't I go in with you, and let the poor middle peasants stay and take care of Si Tian, what else do we have to worry about. ”

We came in from the outside, although there were many corpses in this building, but there was no danger, in case there was something inside this "zero" door, I really couldn't cope with my current condition, if I let the fat man go in alone, he would be reckless, and it would be safer for me to partner with him, so I thought about it and agreed.

We left the Kangxi treasure knife to the old sheepskin, and asked him to take care of Ding Sitian, no matter what happens inside, don't go in, we won't go too far, and we will return immediately if we find out the situation, and then I took the scabbard, and the fat man took the Wang Ba box with two bullets left, and the two opened the iron door and walked in one after the other.

As soon as I landed, I felt that my feet were soft, and I took a picture of the sapper lamp, and saw that the ground was not concrete, but covered with red soil, and poked the soil with a scabbard a few times, and the soil layer was so thick that it could not be poked to the end, and the dirt ditches all over the ground were uneven, and it was a bit like a vegetable garden.

The air here is damp and cold, and there seem to be a lot of impurities in the air, although it doesn't feel anything when you breathe, but it has interfered with the range of the sapper lighting tube, the distance of the lighting has been shortened by nearly double, and the light is almost swallowed up by the darkness, we don't dare to go deeper casually, and grope our way to the wall along the iron door marked with the word "0", surprisingly, the walls here are all adobe bricks, and they are connected with the top wall in an arc, resulting in a spacious basement with a high middle, and the bottom of both sides, and the adobe bricks are adducted upward, The layers are folded and staggered, and the shape looks more like a cave or cellar.

The fat man and I thought this was the devil's vegetable cellar, but how did I look at it and think it was wrong, there were many bumpy bumps on the adobe bricks, connected to each other, as if the wall was pasted with mud something, I guess it was impossible to find any medicine here, this is not like a good land, the ghost knows what kind of weird thing he was doing, it is better to withdraw and find a way to find it elsewhere.

We were about to withdraw, suddenly we felt a noise overhead, a gust of cold wind hit, we quickly lowered our heads to dodge, in the light of the short line of the lighting tube, only to see a white figure, hanging down from the ceiling, and I couldn't see where the man's feet were hanging, only two hands and head hanging upside down in front of our eyes, as if to reach out and grab someone.

The fat man and I hurriedly grabbed the scabbard at the same time, poked it in the other's head and pressed it against the wall, and the sapper lamp on his chest shone right on the man's face, which was not a living person's face, surprisingly white, and so dry that it began to crumble, and the nails of both hands were curled and twisted slightly.

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