Chapter 47 Head Wine

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Maybe it's because the fat man wants to realize what he said last night, and if he can't dig up today, he will give up for the time being. That's why I'm working very digging the wall today.

The fat man dug hard for a morning, digging out a dozen corpses from the wall. However, with the previous sentence about the corpses, we are very careful with these corpses. There is simply no need to let these corpses be "stimulated" again. For fear that if one is not careful, they will spit out a large pile of hair from their mouths. It's okay if this is a corpse, more than a dozen corpses spit out that kind of hair at the same time, I think even Lan has to avoid the edge for a while.

At a quarter past three o'clock in the afternoon, with a "bang" sound, the passage was finally dug by us.

Looking back, we dug at least nearly fifty meters into it. The concrete and corpses dug up during this period were spread on the ground and the ground was raised by more than ten centimeters. And the more you dig inside, the more blood is doped in the concrete inside. By the last few meters, we were faced with almost a wall of blood mixed with stones.

After the concrete wall was opened, what appeared in front of us was an open area about ten meters long and seven or eight meters wide. It's just that in this area, there are hundreds of clay pots.

The fat man was so tired that he sat on the ground panting. looked at the clay pots not far in front of him, and said "huh". Asked, "Hey, what is this?" ”

He Tao shook his head: "I haven't seen this either." Could it be something that was used for burials before? ”

I shook my head when I heard this: "Wouldn't it? This is not an ancient tomb,

What do you do with the funeral things? ”

As he spoke, a few of us naturally looked at Lan who was standing on the side. only to find that Lan didn't pay attention to us, but walked forward on his own. He stopped in front of a clay pot and crouched down to take a closer look.

I looked at the fat man, and the fat man mouthed at me, meaning not to coax. I nodded and followed.

Squatted down beside Lan. Lan glanced sideways at me, but didn't speak. Retract your gaze and continue to look at the clay pot on it.

I followed Lan's gaze to the clay pots, and realized that the clay pots in front of me were just ordinary clay pots. It's about the same size as a current pressure cooker. There is no pattern on it, it's just a circle of threads. There is no lid on the clay pot, but it is sealed directly when it is fired. On the whole, there is not a single flaw to be seen, and it is intact.

I looked at it for a while, and I thought to myself, this kind of seal, there must be something inside. Thinking about it, I reached out and wanted to take one and open it to see. But as soon as his hand stretched out, he was stopped by Lan: "If you want to die, you can continue." Lan said.

I was stunned for a moment, then retracted my hand again: "It's not so exaggerated, is it?" What's in this crockpot? Viper? ”

The fat man didn't know when he walked up behind me: "Hey, it's all crockpots?" ”

I was startled by the fat man's sudden remark, and turned around and glared at him. The fat man shrugged and ignored me and asked, "There is a poisonous snake in there?" That's a good idea. Let's take these jars out and find a place to make crockpot soup to drink. ”

"I don't know how many hundred years these crockpots have been there. Even if it's filled with poisonous snakes, you dare to drink it after so long? He Tao said.

"Hey, what's this?" The fat man said. "If you want me to say, it must be wine. This wine has no expiration date. It's like honey. - Hey, why don't we open a can and try it? ”

I stared at the clay pot in front of me and didn't speak, but in my heart I denied the fat man's idea. Although this cave is used as a wine cellar, it is particularly suitable for storing sake. But what is the explanation of the corpses sealed in the concrete wall? How to explain the blood oozing from the concrete wall? It can't be that those corpses were there to steal a jar of wine and then hang here, right? Besides, if this is really a wine cellar, then why make a wall dozens of meters deep to seal it? It's not scientific.

Lan stared at the crockpot in front of him for a long time, and when he heard the fat man say that this was a crockpot used to hold wine, he suddenly stood up. Then he motioned for us to step back.

As soon as we saw it, we immediately understood that Lan was going to open up. Qi Brush took a few steps back, and waited for Lan to make a big move with a breath.

But I waited left and right for almost three minutes, and I still didn't see any movement from Lan. The fat man couldn't help it and asked Lan: "Sister Lan, is this ...... What about charging? ”

Lan turned to look at us, then turned to look at the passage of the black hole at the end of the clay pot.

The clay pots in front of me were arranged very irregularly, and they looked like they were placed randomly. But if you look at it as a whole, it is not difficult to find that these clay pots seem to be particularly neatly arranged.

But even so, if we want to go through these crockpots to the other side, we have to go through the middle of them. But the truth is that the density of these crockpots is so high that we can't get our feet on it. If you force yourself to go over, you will definitely knock over the crockpot. As soon as the crockpot falls, the contents must leak out. We still don't know exactly what's in the crockpot, and it's not a wise idea to break it easily. And if you choose to move these crockpots and find a way, it is too unrealistic. Not to mention how heavy the crockpot itself will weigh, just because the crockpot has been placed here for an unknown number of years, the bottom of the crockpot has long been integrated with the ground. You can't move it at all. If you still have to forcibly move it, the crockpot will probably be pulled out. Since that's the case, it makes no difference if this broken crockpot rushes straight over.

After thinking about it, I was just about to say that I would think of a way first, and I wouldn't be in a hurry for a while. And in fact, we do have a way to get through it. For example, when I go out and find a lot of firewood, I come back, and I pile it all up in this crockpot. Then a fire burned all the crockpots.

Although the crockpot can withstand high temperatures, what about the contents of the crockpot? If it is a living thing inside, even if the crockpot can't be burned, the contents can be scalded to death.

But the truth is, we didn't think of it at the time. Instead, he stupidly broke a crockpot, but he was going to see what was inside.

And it's actually understandable to take this step. There are only two kinds of things inside. One is always a living thing, and the other is a dead thing. After so many inverted bucket activities, I am absolutely convinced that this living creature can live for at least a hundred years. Not to mention anything else, the zongzi are kept in a coffin, right? There's nothing to eat, right? Didn't it survive? There is another kind,

That's dead things.

It's nothing more than these two things in it. So the probability is 50 percent. Half against half. This probability is enough for an inverted bucket.

When Lan slashed open the clay pot in front of him with a knife, the contents instantly stunned us.

It contained a human head. And judging by the forehead length of the hair, it is a woman's head.

Hair, hair again. I took a step back in disgust. I was afraid that the hair would come at me again. It's enough to happen once, and I don't want to have a second time.

But it turned out that I was still overthinking. The human head lay quietly on the ground, without the slightest trace of corpse transformation.

"Is it wine?" The fat man wrinkled his nose and took a breath before saying.

When I heard this, I sniffed too. In an instant, a rich aroma rushed in. The aroma was not as ethereal as the smell of food, and I could even see a faint, almost transparent yellow gas wafting towards me. Then I smelled the wine.

"This wine ......" the fat man lengthened his voice, thought for a moment, and asked, "It is said that the longer the wine is left, the more fragrant it is." But this incense is incense, but why do you always feel that there are some things that are not quite right? ”

He Tao sniffed and rubbed his nose again. Then he said: "This wine has not yet reached the point where it has become gelatinous, but I am afraid it has been sitting here for a long time." This mist may just evaporate. ”

When I heard He Tao and the fat man commenting on this jar of wine, I almost threw it up. Resisting the urge to retch, I pointed to the human head rolling over and asked, "Damn, don't you see that human head?" ”

When I said this, the fat man looked at me. Asked: "Hey Ah Cheng, have you ever bitten your nails before?" ”

I didn't know why the fat man asked, so I nodded: "When I used to go to school, there was a surprise inspection, and I didn't have time to cut my nails, so I bit it directly with my mouth." What's wrong? ”

"That's not it." The fat man rolled his eyes: "You dare to eat your nails, what is the wine brewed from a person's head?" Saying that, the fat man came over and patted me on the shoulder, and said, "This placenta is still used to stew soup, what are you afraid of?" ”

I closed my lips and shook my hand. finally swallowed the things that came up from the stomach again, and then glared at the fat man: "You fuck, it's so easy, then if you have the ability, go and take a sip for Lao Tzu." ”

The fat man was stunned: "Hey, after all, why are you so serious." You see when you were surviving in the wilderness, I didn't press you to eat bugs, did I? ”

I rolled my eyes, too lazy to pay attention to him. Just look at Lan. only to find that she didn't know when she squatted down again, and was now carefully observing the human head on the ground.

"Did you find anything?" I asked.

Lan looked at me, then at the head. After looking at it for a while, he said, "My head is soaked in wine, and I can't tell the specific time." But judging by the hair, the man was killed. ”

The fat man let out a "hey" and asked, "Hey?" Tell by the hair? ”

"If a person dies of natural causes, the hair can grow for about a week. However, if it is an unnatural death, the hair can grow for at least one to two months. Lan said lightly.

The fat man was stunned: "Huh? And what about this statement? How so? The fat man has never heard of it. ”

"I don't know what my master taught me." Lan said.

I saw that the fat man wanted to ask again, so I hurriedly interrupted the fat man: "Hey, hey, okay." Many of the things that have been passed down from the older generation are conclusions that have been drawn through long-term observation. Although there is no factual basis, it works. ”

The fat man listened, and said "oh".

After a while, the fat man asked, "Sister Hey, how are we going to get over?" Now we know that this crockpot contains human head wine, and it poses no threat to us. Shall we just go over there? ”

I didn't listen to the conversation between the fat man and Lan, but looked at He Tao. I found that he was also lost in thought.

"What the hell is this place, and how can there be such a thing at the entrance?" I asked He Tao.

He Tao bit his lip and shook his head: "I don't know either." It stands to reason that although the people in our family are not good men and women, they have not yet reached the point of murder. He Tao said, looked at the other clay pots on the ground in front of him, and said, "And you see, I just roughly counted the clay pots here, and the small three hundred cans mean that there must be at least three hundred heads in them." But I have never seen such a big ...... in any period in the records of my family's actions Slaughter? ”

I thought about it, and suddenly another possibility came to mind. I asked him, "Well, then you say, will this not be a massacre?" Could it be that the head of this is someone from your family? It's not your family slaughtering others, it's your family being slaughtered by others. ”

He Tao shook his head again: "Impossible." First of all, there is no such record in the family records. Secondly, this is the forbidden place of our family, and it is impossible for ordinary people to enter. And it was killing so many people inside. How is it possible to do these things without a little movement? ”

I thought about it, and it was not unreasonable for my heart to say that what He Tao said. He nodded, and was about to say something more, but was interrupted by the fat man.

The fat man pointed to a large clay pot in front of him and said, "Okay, you can draw conclusions." These things are not a threat to us. Just go over there. But be careful, try to hold your breath as much as possible. The time in these crockpots is not short, and if one or two are broken, the aroma alone is estimated to be able to get us drunk. ”

I nodded. The fat man should be right. But I always felt a little uneasy about the human head in that crockpot. It always feels like something is going to happen.

After settling down, the fat man decided to take the lead first. Tightening the backpack on his body, the fat man was the first to step on the crockpot.

If you want to say that this crockpot, although it is not big, the size of the mouth of the crockpot is only the size of two palms. However, it may be a matter of shape, and the fat man's weight of two hundred or dozens of pounds only made a few "snapping" sounds. The most serious ones were just a few cracks that broke open and were not broken. It reassures me a lot. I was really worried that if I stepped on it, the crockpot under my feet would suddenly shatter. The feeling of stepping on a person's head must be very uncomfortable.

(Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, a chapter will be released) (to be continued.) )