It was probably the fat man's cry that gave me a prediction, and I suddenly felt a hairy in my heart, and hurriedly wiped the water on my face to see.

My first instinct was that the Stuffy Bottle might have found the corpses, and I was ready to see a miserable white corpse.

Unfortunately, I guessed wrong, and I saw what looked like a dead animal the size of a hiking bag when thrown into the raft. After a closer look, I found that there was a mass of rotten blackened tentacles around the "sunken corpse", and the "sunken corpse" was swollen by the water, like a ball, and it seemed that it had been rotting in the water for a long time.

Anyone who has seen dead pigs and dead dogs floating in the lake knows how disgusting this kind of corpse is, and I suddenly felt a sense of nausea, and hurriedly turned over and kicked out away from the raft, saying in my heart What are you doing with this stuffy oil bottle?

After swimming out for more than a meter, I immediately washed away the carrion water splashed on my face with lake water, it felt slimy, and the fat man was already scolding there, "Little brother, I'm cāo, you are really fucking good, what disgusting do you fish." ”

But the stuffy oil bottle didn't care, and he lay down on the raft, and his hand pressed directly on the rotting corpse, and suddenly the corpse water was squeezed out and flowed down the raft to the lake. Then he began to tear the tentacles from the corpse and throw them into the water.

I was on the verge of throwing up at first, but then I realized that something wasn't quite right, because I didn't smell a strong rancid smell, and then I saw that the fat man seemed to have noticed something and beckoned me to come over.

I swam over again, and the "tentacles" thrown out of the stuffy oil bottle were still floating around the raft, and I couldn't help but pick up one and look at it, and found that it was not a tentacle, but a strange aquatic weed. Looking closely at the black sè's "sunken corpse", I realized that I had seen it wrong. The bulging belly of the "sunken corpse" had been deflated, so it didn't look like a corpse, but like a deflated ball, and the tentacles around it were all strange things like aquatic plants.

I went to help the stuffy oil bottle remove the aquatic weeds from the "sunken corpse", and finally saw that it was an old-fashioned cowhide bag that had rotted and blackened, and the cowhide had been completely blackened by water, and the surface layer was rotten, leaving only a thin layer of backing.

This is a big bag that used to hold large luggage, and there are wire shelves in it, so it didn't fall apart, otherwise it would definitely be rotten.

"...... this?" The fat man has aphasia.

"In the place where I dived, there was a fence, and there were a lot of bags and sundries that had sunk to the bottom of the lake stuck in the fence, and a large area was scattered, and I saw rifles, leather bags and tents, and I only fished one out. ”

I immediately realized what it was: "This must have been said by Panma, the guns and equipment that sank into the lake with the corpses after killing people, it seems that I am right, it is true that these were sucked to the bottom of the lake and hung on the fence by the siphon cháo." ”

The stuffy bottle nodded, clearly agreeing with me.

"Fences? Damn, there's really a village at the bottom of this lake? The fat man still didn't believe it.

My mind was in a mess, and my heart said that I lied to you about what I did, and I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

The scale of the underwater ancient village is not small, and the situation of the end of the pot being submerged by the lake is very special, which is generally caused by the sacrificial storage of water in large water conservancy projects, such as the storage of water in the Three Gorges Dam, and many low-water villages and even places of interest have been submerged. There are also earthquake-induced mountain destruction, where reservoirs flood villages with large amounts of water from lakes flowing into mountain depressions, or entire villages collapse due to earthquakes, and villages sink into the ground and then become flooded.

But the terrain here doesn't look like an earthquake, and the stone lake is very strange, and the bottom of the water is full of broken rocks.

His mother's village must have something to do with this whole thing. The archaeological team apparently came to the lake to salvage the iron pieces at the bottom of the lake, and these iron pieces obviously exist in the ancient village at the bottom of the lake. What is the relationship between these factors? What happened here?

It seems that there must be more things hidden in the water than I could have imagined.

"Leave that alone, let's see what's in the bag?" The fat man was anxious to open the bag, but the bag was very large, and the raft was small, and the three of us were not good at holding it, and the fat man didn't find the trick to open the bag after a few clicks, but the raft felt like it was about to turn over. I was so confused that I didn't have the heart to think about this, so I stopped him and said, "Don't be in a hurry, when you turn over, it will be in vain, let's go back to the shore first." ”

"No," said the fat man, "we don't know what's inside, if it's a dead man or something that can't be seen by Gui, will you kill people too?" We'll have to take a look here. ”

I was right to think about it, it wasn't a good thing to let them know too much, so I told him to hurry.

The whole shape of the bag is still there, and when we pulled the thin rotten cowhide, we found that there was still a lot of toughness, and the quality of military products at that time was really fascinating. This kind of bag is usually made of iron buckles, and we carefully turned the bag over on the raft to find the buckle on the back, and when we turned it, we felt that the contents were soft, like a ball of cotton wool.

This kind of bag is supposed to put clothes or more clothing, and I said in my heart that it should not be turned out to be a bed quilt, then it would be funny.

After opening it, he saw the two buckles that had rusted into iron lumps, which could no longer be opened, and the fat man pulled out the sickle and made a cut directly in the bag, revealing the wire frame inside.

I used to watch a very old domestic jǐng bandit movie, which also had this kind of bag, which was used to throw corpses at the time, and it contained corpse pieces, which was still a bit psychological, and the fat man was also very careful, turning the cowhide open with a sickle. Sure enough, inside was a mass of almost rotten cotton wool, the remnants of a blanket that had been rotted by water. The fat man stirred it in with a knife, and soon we found something at the bottom of the cotton wool, and fiddled with it, and the fat man hooked it all out like an archaeological, and it was completely a woman's daily necessities.

What made me come to this conclusion was naturally three of the combs, and men would also carry combs but not three, and one of them had very large teeth, which must have been used to comb long hair.

There are also two hairpins, a [**] icon, a wooden frame and a pechoin cream, and a tea caddy.

Pechoin cream and tea cans are all iron-clad and rusty very much, but because the bottom of the lake is stable, it can be seen that the rust stops to a certain extent.

What I was most interested in was the wooden frame, which had pictures in it, but it had been completely soaked in water, and only clumps of sè were left. As long as you unscrew the lid on the back of the frame, everything inside is sure to be rotten, and even if it is not rotten, you can't tell what it is from the sè strip at all.

There was a sound after the tea jar was shaken, and it was clear that the inside was sealed. The fat man wanted to open it but the rust died. He did not believe in evil, and struck the bottom of the can with a sickle as a hammer, but the raft could not withstand the beating, so he had to put the can on his chest while backswimming, and the crisp sound of the drum echoed on the surface of the lake, like a fat otter.

I looked funny, but it worked, and soon the bottom of the can was cracked, and he poured out a piece of black sè from it, and immediately exclaimed.

My heart sank as soon as I saw it, and it turned out to be a small piece of iron, very similar to the one I found under the bed of stuffy oil bottles.

The fat man muttered: "It's this kind of thing again, it seems that this suitcase really belonged to the archaeological team at that time, Panma didn't lie to us, what the hell is this fucking thing?" ”

I took the piece of iron and looked at it carefully, shaking my head in silence, for I noticed that it was a little unusual compared to the one in the stuffy oil bottle.