The length of the military shovel is limited, and all the mud and soil that can be touched are dug up -- pinched up.

What to do?

Liu Wenbin proposed to dig a hole from the bottom of the lotus seat.

But Liu Wenbin's proposal was rejected by Guo Lao: "This can't be done, this Guanyin Buddha has been damaged by the Red Guards for hundreds of years, which is unfortunate, and it must not be destroyed in our hands." ”

"Old Guo, do you have a better way?" Liu Dayu said.

"If you can find a steel drill and a shovel, the problem is solved."

"What do you mean?"

"Use a steel drill to mash the mud tires around the corpse, and use a long-handled shovel to slowly dig out the soil, and we can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so we have to take our time."

"Okay, I'll come when I go. You guys take a break, and I'll be back in a minute. Director Cao said. Xiao Wang, let's go. ”

At present, it can only be done according to Guo Lao's opinion.

Ten minutes or so, Director Cao and Xiao Wang walked into the main hall, Director Cao was carrying a 1.5-meter-long steel drill on his right shoulder, and Xiao Wang was holding a long-handled shovel in his hand - the shovel handle was about 1.5 meters long.

Liu Dayu took the shovel from Director Cao's hand, and picked up the soil around the deceased's two legs one by one, and two minutes later, Ouyang Ping saw a mud tire with a length of about seventy or eighty centimeters just stuck in the crotch of the deceased, no wonder the body suddenly stopped moving.

After Chen Jie smashed the mud tire with a steel drill, Ouyang Ping and Yan Jianhua pulled the rope at the same time, and the corpse really began to move upward.

Soon, the excavated part of the body had reached the buttocks of the deceased.

All wore masks as the feet of the deceased had been pulled out of Guanyin's neck. The smell of rancid smell in the air is getting stronger. Master Huiping has already retreated to the outside of the main hall, and the monks are the most unsightly of this kind of scene.

Because the body had begun to decompose, the rope had been caught in the flesh, and the soft tissues on the legs of the deceased looked like rotten winter melons that had been sitting for a few days in the summer.

Through the gap between the deceased's legs and the neck wall, Ouyang Ping and Guo Lao saw that the upper body of the deceased had been pulled out of the mud tire.

"Pull a little bit out, but slowly." Guo Lao looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva's stomach and said inside, while pulling outward.

Liu Dayu and Chen Jie pulled out little by little, and soon, the deceased's knee was also pulled out of the exit.

Guo Lao and Ouyang Ping stood up, walked up to Liu Dayu and Chen Jie, took the rope from their hands, and then pulled it out, the deceased's head was already out of the mud tire.

After a while, everyone saw the deceased's buttocks, then the abdomen and chest.

The body of the deceased was covered with grayish-brown dirt, and there were some hairs and hemp fibers in it.

The last to be pulled out were the arms of the deceased.

The arms of the deceased are turned back, facing the same direction as the head.

The body of the dead was stuck in it, and the diameter of the exit was about forty-five centimeters, but the distance between the arms of the deceased, plus the shoulders, was at least fifty-three centimeters.

The only way is to smash off a little mud tire on the edge of the Bodhisattva's neck.

Liu Dayu picked up the military shovel and shoveled out an arc-shaped gap of about eight or nine centimeters on the edge of the Bodhisattva's neck.

Two minutes later, the body was pulled out of Guanyin's belly.

Ouyang Ping and Chen Jie untied the rope from the deceased's ankle, carried the body to the platform east of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and laid the body flat with its face up.

Guo Lao immediately performed an autopsy.

Han Lingling is in charge of the records.