We startled him, only to see that his face was pale and he seemed very nervous.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He frowned, looked at the box, and said for a long time: "Don't open it, my feelings...... Very bad. ”

"What do you remember? Can't you remember to open this box? ”

The stuffy oil bottle nodded: "I don't know, I just have a very bad feeling, open this box, there must be an accident." ”

Looking at his face, I found that he was in a cold sweat, and I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on my back, he could be nervous to such an extent, what is in this box, is it a bomb? Immediately let the fat man take back the hand that had screwed the lock.

The fat man said: "Damn, little brother, don't scare me." What do you remember? ”

The stuffy oil bottle pinched his forehead, a little painful: "I can't describe the feeling." ”

The fat man sighed: "Could it be that this box is not an ordinary opening method, and there is a mechanism in it?" If we open it like this, maybe a poison needle will come out, or will it flow venom? ”

I thought about it very likely, the stuffy oil bottle knows a lot about the mechanism, this iron box is his thing, it seems that there are quite important things, it is likely that there is a mechanism, I don't know the trick, there will be a great danger when it is opened.

It's troublesome this time, I'm itching, but in this case, I can't grit my teeth and say that I'm desperate to open it and take a look. At this time, I had a thought: if the fat man had hurried up just now, there might have been no such trouble, but when I thought about it, if the fat man had hurried up just now, maybe we would have no trouble in this life.

I asked the fat man to carefully help put the tin box on the table, and carefully look at its locks. This old-fashioned twist lock is not actually a lock, but an ordinary buckle that can be opened at our level with a flick of the flick. No matter how you look at it, I can't tell if there will be a problem behind this twist lock.

"What then?" The fat man was also depressed.

"It seems that the only way to do this is to bring this thing back first, find a few masters to take a look, and then look elsewhere here, if there is anything worth noting." I said. Looking around, there is only one way to do it now.

The fat man knocked on the iron sheet: "Damn, when will I be able to open this thing." Maybe half a year. Or let's just do it. Find Agui to bring the knife and pry it in from the iron sheet. ”

I hadn't shaken my head yet, the stuffy oil bottle had already shaken his head, and he said, "No, it shouldn't be the fault of the mechanism." As he spoke, he pressed the twist lock with his strange fingers, and flicked it slightly, "There is no sense of machine." There is no problem with the lock. ”

"It's not a mechanism, so why can't it be opened?"

The stuffy oil bottle shook his head. I pondered, "Could it be that there's something wrong with the contents of this box?" ”

"What can this be? Could it be that there is a poisonous snake inside? After being locked up for so many years, he has long since become a snake. The fat man was a little impatient, and said, "Otherwise, you all retreat, fat man, I'll come, Lao Tzu's life is hard, I don't believe that I can be killed by a box." ”

"No, you can't. Not to mention a living thing, there may be something highly poisonous in it, as soon as you open it, not only will it affect us, but the entire people in the village may be implicated by you. I said.

The fat man scolded. Just sat down on the bed: "This can't do that, it doesn't work." Then send it to the steel mill to melt it, let's pretend that there is no such thing. ”

I think it's a bit funny. It's a little weird again, and we've come all the way here. It is true that we have found the house of the stuffy oil bottle, and we have also found important clues, but because the stuffy oil bottle has a vague feeling, we don't even dare to open the box where this clue is placed, which is really depressing. However, it is really not worth the risk in this kind of link.

I patted the fat man and told him to be restless, so he might as well knock on the floor again to see if there was a mezzanine underneath. Looking at the way the stuffy oil bottle breaks the floor, the whole wooden board is used to nail the whole mezzanine when it is done, indicating that he is not ready to take out this box in a short time, this practice of hiding the mezzanine is huge, and there may be more than one.

So we started knocking east and west, but the house was elevated, and no matter how we knocked were, we felt that there was something under the wooden floor.

The floor of the stilted wooden building is not an industrial pavement, but it is simply built with long wooden strips, and the gap between the wooden planks is very large, and the fat man lies on the ground and looks down with his eyes. Below is generally a place where chickens are raised, and you can see the mud floor.

The fat man is really not afraid of getting dirty, and when he looks at it little by little, he is covered in mud, but he has no gain, and it seems that there is only one secret grid.

We searched three times, and checked every place inside and outside, and there was no doubt about it, so the fat man patted his clothes and said: "Okay, I can't find what I should be looking for, and I can't open what I should open, let's collect things and withdraw them first, so as not to make them suspicious." It is impossible to take pictures of a broken house for so long. ”

As soon as I thought about it, I went to move the box, but the fat man stopped it: "This thing can't see the light, now move out, Agui saw that we came out empty-handed, and moved such a big thing back, I'm afraid it's not easy to explain." If the matter gets out, it may reach the ears of Chen Pi Ah Si. I think we'll put the boxes back in their place and move them out at the same night when we leave. ”

I nodded, and the fat man crawled under the bed, and pushed the box into the hole again, and then hastily covered the planks and covered the hole.

Then I took the photo file and put it in my bag, and was about to go back and check it out, when I was collecting it, and suddenly I heard a knock on the floor.

I said to the fat man, "Don't knock, didn't you say you're leaving?" ”

The fat man was smoking a cigarette on the side, and raised his hands to indicate that he hadn't knocked, and when I looked at the stuffy oil bottle again, he was putting the boxes in order, and apparently heard the knock on the floor, and looked at us. Hey? I was stunned for a moment, who was knocking on the floor?

We listened carefully and found that the sound came from under the bed, "tuk tuk", very slight, but very urgent.

The fat man looked at me for a moment, pinched off his cigarette butt, and cautiously bent down to look under the bed, and I squatted down.

There was definitely no one under the bed, needless to say, we were close to the floor and found that we couldn't feel the floor vibrating, the sound wasn't knocking on the floor, and it sounded a little far away, and we couldn't feel exactly where it was under the bed.

The fat man made a gesture that meant: under the floor!

I nodded, and said to myself, "Could it be that a mouse or a chicken has run under this tall wooden building?" Suddenly, I saw that the broken skin of the wooden plank covering the iron box actually moved.

Well, this fucking weird, I'm dumbfounded, could it be that tin box moving?