I looked around, and since someone had come, it was impossible not to leave a trace, until I saw that the walls on either side of the stone door leading to the third hall were covered with holes of various sizes, and the whole wall was like a sieve.

My heart was suddenly shocked, the depth of these holes can completely put down a black gold corpse beetle's cocoon, if we encounter a black gold corpse armor raid here, there is no chance of survival, looking at the devastated wall, my heart rose again.

But the strange thing is that except for the position on both sides of the stone gate, no such holes were found in other places, and the general squatted down, touched it with his fingers, and said in a low voice: "This is not a place to put any insect cocoons. ”

Hearing the general's meaning, I was curious to ask how these holes were formed?

Without saying a word, the general took a few steps back, raised his hand and fired a bullet into the wall, instantly forming a hole identical to that next to him.

"These are all caused by bullets." The general drew his sword, laboriously dug out the deformed warhead from the wall, and looked at me seriously. "It stands to reason that there should be warheads in this, it should be the army that has been here, and they were poached when they retreated."

I took a deep breath and looked at them, which once again confirmed my previous suspicions, no matter how this army found the Vientiane Shrine, strange things, these people seemed to be deliberately erasing the traces of their visit.

What worries me even more is that there are so many bullet holes in front of me, which means that there has been a fierce exchange of fire here, but unfortunately there is not a single corpse or anything else found around, and it is not clear why these people are fighting, or even what they are attacking.

"It's a retreat." Tian Ji half-knelt on the ground, looking at the dense and messy shoe prints and said. "Judging from these shoe prints, it doesn't look like an attack, and the troops who have been here should have encountered an attack and held on here until they retreated here and evacuated."

I looked at the third hall where the shoe prints had disappeared, and it was not difficult to see from the bullet casings on both sides of the stone gate that Tian Ji's analysis was very reasonable, these people were trying their best to prevent something from entering the stone gate, and the intertwined fire formed a fire blockade on the entrance of the stone gate.

No matter what those things were, it would be difficult for a well-equipped army to resist, and it would undoubtedly be a catastrophe for us, the general had already raised his gun, and the people of Hetian Ji and Bai Jin were engrossed in groping towards the third palace.

When we entered the palace, it gave me a very different feeling, completely different from what I had seen in other parts of the Vientiane Shrine before.

Clean!

I was a little confused about what to do with the cleanliness, if it had been sealed in the ground for hundreds of years, the thick dust would cover all the areas, but it was clearly cleaned, and there was a feeling of wanting to cover it up, and I could see that the troops who had been here were trying to erase all traces left behind, but I really couldn't think of a purpose for doing so.

Ling Zhihan pulled the corner of my clothes, in the golden third hall, there was actually a platform that was exactly the same as the outside, but the position was not centered, close to the left side of the middle of the palace, this platform was incompatible with the entire Vientiane Shrine with the heavenly street as the north-south axis symmetrical building.

Everything we see in the Vientiane Shrine is symmetrically arranged, but this stone platform destroys this symmetry, and this is not what makes us wonder, the muzzle of the person in front of us has been nervously raised.

In the Vientiane Shrine, we have seen the terrifying black and gold corpse armor, as well as the unbelievable rumored beasts of the poor, and even the shocking giant ship, there seem to be too many things in this shrine that make us nervous and terrified.

In fact, by now I have become numb to fear and fear, and I am afraid that I will not be too frightened when something appears, and I even keep imagining in my mind that maybe there is a danger lurking in the shadows somewhere, and I always fantasize about it extremely scary, so that even if it does appear, I can at least be mentally prepared.

But in my fantasies, I never thought of what I would see now......

Person!

I once asked the general that he had dug the grave all his life, and if there was anything that could make him afraid, I remember the general hesitated for a long time before telling me that the more ordinary things are, the more overwhelming they are often bewildered, and that it is not scary to have monsters in the tomb, because when they go down to the tomb, they are more or less mentally prepared.

But if you see a living person in the tomb......

I hadn't been able to understand the meaning of the general's words before, but now I should understand, there was a person sleeping on the stone platform, who would have thought that I would see people in a dusty palace?

The general raised his hand, Tian Ji followed the general for a long time, the two slowly seemed to have a tacit understanding, Tian Ji should be understood, the general meant to disperse, in case of an emergency, everyone would not be attacked in a group, Tian Ji slowly scattered to the side, and the people who were close to Bai saw the movements of Tian Ji, and they also dispersed one after another, forming a circle and approaching the stone platform.

The man lying flat on it was motionless, and when the muzzle of more than a dozen black holes was aimed at the man, the general slowly stretched out his hand and touched the man's neck, and I saw the general let out a long breath: "It's a corpse." ”

We walked over, and on the platform that emitted a royal blue light, there was a man in his twenties in military uniform, with an old gun next to him, his eyes closed and peaceful, as if he was asleep, his left leg was stained with blood, his calf was mutilated and simply bandaged, and the wounds exposed to the outside were uneven, as if he had been torn alive.

"Type 50 military uniforms, the earliest batch of military uniforms at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, were replaced after 55 years, and from the perspective of military uniforms, the army that entered the Vientiane Shrine should be between 50 and 55 years." Tian Ji said after identifying the man's military uniform. "This man must have been dead for more than thirty years."

But no matter how I look at it, he doesn't look like a person who has been dead for more than 30 years, just like a person who has just fallen asleep for a long time, his skin is even elastic, and there is blood on his cheeks, as if he can wake up from his sleep at any time.

This reminds me of Ling Xi in Ye Jiuqing's dark room, who is also a person who has been dead for a long time, but the corpse is so well preserved, lifelike and like sleeping, this should be a coffin, but what makes me puzzled is why there is a person in military uniform who is sleeping here?

"There is no number, and there is no way to verify the origin of this person." Tian Ji said after carefully inspecting it.

"It doesn't make sense, this place has been cleaned up so cleanly, it can be seen that the army who has been here does not want to leave the slightest trace, which means that they don't want people to know that someone has been here before, so why, there is a person left here?" The palace lord frowned and hesitated.

The general pulled out his knife and picked open the gauze on the man's severed limb, I was shocked again, when the gauze fell off, tore open the wound, and there was still blood flowing out, I have never seen such a dead man, not to mention that he has been dead for more than 30 years, his blood should have dried up and coagulated, and the flesh should have shrunk and shriveled, but this corpse was too fresh, and the leg was like it was broken.

With such a serious injury, this person should also have a bloodless face due to excessive blood loss, but the strange thing is that this person is only wrapped in gauze and the wound is absolutely unable to stop the bleeding, but except for a little blood dripping, along with the broken leg bones and surrounding muscles and blood vessels, it is miraculously healed.

If it weren't for his military uniform, I doubt this man was injured before we came in.

"There's a bag here." Ye Zhiqiu pointed to the man's head and said.

It was an army-green bag, Tian Ji said it was a backpack for the army, I gently lifted the man's head, took out the bag from underneath, opened it, and found a pair of glasses inside, and then a very old camera.

Ye Zhiqiu said that this is an eight-millimeter old-fashioned camera, because it is easy to carry, it is mostly used for battlefield shooting in wartime, and I also found a few boxes of film in the bag.

It's just that in a thousand-year-old mysterious palace, we found these things, which made us feel a little too contrasting, and finally I found a pen and a notebook in my bag.

When I held the note in my hand, I suddenly felt very familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere, but I was too eager to know when it happened here, and I didn't think about it carefully, I opened the note, and it was all adhered to the dried and coagulated blood, and on the first page of the note, I saw two strong pen words.

Yang Xun.

I subconsciously looked at the man who was sleeping on the platform that emitted a royal blue light, which might be his name, and the notes were a little heavy in my hand, as if I was talking to a man who had been dead for more than thirty years.

I carefully peeled away the sticky notes, the blood-soaked pages with neat handwriting, and I couldn't help but read the words that were so old.

On April 23, 1954, our construction corps planted trees in Hongbai Mountain in Xinjiang to block the wind and sand, and under the desert, it accidentally found traces of artificial construction, and at first thought it was a bunker or an arsenal left by the remnants of the enemy.

The construction corps immediately blasted the site, and as a result, a majestic historical site was found under the yellow sand that was blown up.

Because of the importance of the matter, the head of the corps immediately reported it, and we soon received an order to stop all operations and stand by on standby, and all those involved in the excavation of the corps were not allowed to leave without authorization, and a cordon was set up in a radius of five kilometers around the blasting point, and no one was allowed to approach it, and those who dissuaded it could shoot and die.

On the evening of the third day, I saw a troop marching towards us, it was an unnumbered unit, and I saw only three numbers on the armbands of the soldiers.

117！

That may be their number, but I have never seen such a number, their equipment is many times better than we don't know, and when they arrive, they show the commander of the corps the order, and quickly take over everything, I was the head of the corps at the time, and I have seen the order, and the content is very brief.

All affairs are handled by the 117 Bureau, and you must obey orders!

All the comrades-in-arms of the Corps who participated in the excavation, including the head of the Corps, were arranged to get into the car that night, and no one told them where they were going, and the people of the 117th Bureau even checked the names of everyone in the Corps, as if no one was allowed to be left out.

The dispatch of a corps is very important, but a paper transfer order, so that the corps of several thousand people was immediately transferred, in fact, it did not feel like a dispatch at that time, but more like an escort, I still remember everything on the night I was separated from my comrades, and the atmosphere was very heavy.

The people in charge of the 117th bureau in charge of the transfer, there was not the slightest smile on their faces, we were like defeated prisoners, those who were loaded with guns and loaded loaded guns were closely watched on the car, looking at the distant headlights until they disappeared from sight, I don't know if I will see them again.

I was also supposed to be transferred with my comrades after receiving the order, but before I left, I was left behind by a man in a military overcoat, he was the top person in charge of the 117th Bureau, I don't know his name, because everyone only called him the number one chief.

When the chief saw the camera I was carrying, which was supposed to be used to film the progress and results of the Corps' afforestation, the chief asked me to stay and use the camera to record the excavation site.

The chief, who was not very old and did not speak much, told me that all the photographs must be handed in every day, that no copies should be made and that what I saw and heard should not be recorded in any written form.

It wasn't until much later, as the excavation of the Red and White Mountains began, that I couldn't believe what I had photographed, and I could understand why everyone who found it was moved in the first place.

Everything found at the foot of the Red and White Mountains must not be made public......