Chapter 55: Painting

"This tastes ......"

The fat man and I looked at each other, and our faces changed in shock. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Kobayashi ......" The fat man pursed his mouth, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped.

"This smell is very strange, obviously very familiar, but I can't tell what it smells like."

The fat man's expression was very serious.

"Me too." I furrowed my brow and whispered, "But I suspect that the reason for this is that there are so many flavors mixed on this ladder, so we will feel both familiar and unfamiliar." ”

"That's true to hear you say that." The fat man nodded.

"That's right. I didn't expect you to be able to analyze it, it's a bit of the demeanor of the fifth master. The coffin Zhang praised it, and then began to explain: "Since you are all panning for sand, there is a smell in this ladder, you should be familiar with it......"

"What does it smell like?"

The fat man and I were curious.

"Corpse ......"

The smell of the corpse is indeed very familiar to us Tufuzi.

But I think for the identity of Coffin Zhang, the smell of is more familiar to him.

As soon as a corpse stinks, it will stink, unless something is deliberately disguised to cover it up.

Obviously, the wooden ladder is here, mixed with other smells, diluting the smell of corpses, so it is difficult to detect without careful identification.

"What's the smell?"

The coffin said: "There are many other smells, and I can't recognize some of them." But this is not the point, but why the owner of the tomb spent so much effort on a ladder, it is still very suspicious, right? ”

"It's suspicious indeed."

"But in such a ladder, I don't think there's any secret to how you look at the fat man."

"Not necessarily." The coffin opened its mouth and spit out two words, looking at the appearance of the coffin, swearing, as if he was very sure that there was something greasy about this ladder.

"Do you know what's wrong with this ladder?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Ladders or something, are you tired...... But ......" Coffin Zhang sniffed, and then he actually changed his words: "I know a little bit about the cats in this place." There was another extremely strong smell in this whole space. But it was all diluted by the other smells that were disguised. ”

"What?"

The fat man sniffed at the air, shook his head very suspiciously, and said, "Fat man, I didn't smell anything, did you make a mistake with your nose?" ”

Coffin Zhang looked at the fat man coldly, and hummed in his mouth: "No, I still have this bit of confidence." ”

Seeing this, the fat man immediately whispered in my ear: "Isn't it just a coffin seller?" What a cow, what a big man. ”

I also whispered in the fat man's ear: "Selling coffins is just his side business." ”

"Oh?" As soon as the fat man heard this, he became energetic, "Could it be that the main business is a state spy?" "The fat man's ability to talk about his skin is top-notch.

"It's not ......," I said, "The main business is to tie paper people......"

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"Did you see that paper man before?"

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"What is the purpose of the owner of the tomb? He had put so much effort into covering up the smell of corpses. ”

"Besides, the smell of corpses in the ancient tomb is very normal."

The fat man shook his head and said, "You don't understand...... That's obvious...... The owner of the tomb has a habit of cleanliness, you know? He couldn't stand the smell, so he put some other smells to dilute the smell of corpses, which was a kind of Yaxing. ”

I heard what the fat man said, and immediately laughed: "You coarse man still understand Yaxing?" ”

"Who said that I don't understand Yaxing, fat man?" The fat man glared and said, "I don't know how many celebrity calligraphy and paintings I have in my nest in Kyoto. ”

"It's just a faΓ§ade." I said.

"Stop arguing, two." The coffin Zhang shouted: "This place is not a good place, you should be more careful." Let's take a look inside. ”

"The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth." The fat man roared menacingly.

"Let's go, then."

For some reason, my heart rate suddenly became faster, "pounding" straight up.

When I got down the wooden ladder, there was a narrow road, there was nothing strange about this road, everything was normal, but I still smelled a vague smell.

Across the corridor is a square burial chamber.

It was dark all around, so we turned on the wolf's eye flashlight and looked around to see if anything was out of the ordinary.

"There's also a lamp slave here, fat man, let's go and light the lamp slave."

Although the penetration of the wolf's eye flashlight is very strong, it can't withstand long-term consumption, and after a maximum of one or two hours, the wolf's eye flashlight will run out. At that time, it will be troublesome, so if you can save electricity, you will save it. Again, the wolf's eye flashlight is strong, but it is very singular, and it can only be directed at one point, not a large area.

"This lamp slave has a wick."

The fat man and I each faced one of the lamp slaves and took out a fire fold to light it.

Suddenly, a flame swirled out, like a ghost, swaying gracefully in the night sky.

The lamp slave shape is a person nearly one meter tall with his hands held above his head, hunched over, holding a brazier...... Of course, the materials are all made of copper.

This lamp slave is still a man and a woman, on the left and right.

"I don't know if there's a bright weapon." The fat man rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining.

I ignored the fat man directly and turned to look back at the coffin, and I found that at this moment, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were staring straight at a certain place, and the whole person seemed to have seen or thought of something bad.

"What's wrong? Did you find anything? ”

"The smell of corpses in this tomb is even stronger...... "As the shopkeeper of the 'Ten Mile Coffin Shop', Coffin Zhang is more sensitive to this smell than me and the fat man, and even more sensitive than most Tufuzi.

"Huh?" When I heard this, my heart sank suddenly, and I was faintly worried.

"I don't know what the smell of corpses is, but I think this place is absolutely weird. There is definitely some ulterior secret. I rubbed my chin and groaned to myself.

"I don't think we should worry about the sky, I like to be practical." The fat man said in a deep voice: "I have to look for it and see if there is anything valuable." ”

Saying that, the fat guy really went to the tomb.

I snorted, "This fat guy really doesn't have any organizational discipline at all. ”

"Let's go along."

To be honest, I have always had a doubt in my heart, since this place is known as the country of Buddhism, except for seeing a few stone statues of Buddha in the Spirit Hall of God and Buddha, I have hardly seen anything about the country of God and Buddha.

"Fatty, what are you looking at?"

I walked up with the coffin, and I found that the fat man was still holding his club, like a piece of wood, and his eyes were staring straight ahead, as if there was something strange in front of him, which made him look fascinated.

I raised my eyebrows slightly, and found that the fat man didn't seem to hear me, and I felt a little frightened in my heart.

I walked over and reached out and patted the fat man, and he came to his senses, and I asked him what he was looking at.

The fat man said he was looking at the paintings.

Looking at the paintings? I wonder if my ears are misheard, the fat man is looking at the painting? What kind of plane, when did this fat man have such a good idea, and he was actually interested in watching...... Draw?

Wrong! My heart moved, this dead fat can't be looking at the Spring Palace map, right?

I looked at the obsessive look of the fat man and thought it was very likely.

I was immediately unhappy in my heart, you dead fat man, how could you do this? How can I see the Spring Palace diagram?

I snorted heavily, glared at the fat man fiercely, and then hurried over......

He muttered even more, show me too...... (To be continued.) )