It stands to reason that the progress of the investigation of these people is still very good, but I don't know what happened, and in the end, it ended up like this.

Although there is a lot of content recorded in this notebook, there is too little information I can see, so I don't know what this expedition team went through later, but the story about the ancient country of Huangchao made me feel impressed.

Gods buried beneath the ancient kingdom?

Will the gods live beneath the ancient kingdom? Buried in the ground, that's a corpse, right?

However, this story does not describe in detail what the so-called gods are, whether the gods really exist, I used to doubt it, but now I have begun to believe in that ancient saying, which is also a sentence that Tan Jian often hangs on his lips: There are gods three feet above the head, people are doing it, and the sky is watching.

But even if the gods say that they are true, they cannot be believed. The ancients had limited knowledge and seeing, so they attached many things that they could not understand to ghosts and gods, so in the long history, many gods were artificially 'created'.

Whether the gods of this ancient country of Huangchao have such magical powers that make the earth collapse, no one knows.

I closed my notebook, feeling sympathy for the man in front of me, and as I looked at his curly body lying on his side, I couldn't help but wonder about the cause of his death. Is he injured? Why did his hands take on such a strange posture? The exit on the left is not far from here, why didn't he escape and die here?

Is there any danger in this place?

I became vigilant and looked around, and in the darkness-infested space, everything seemed faint, unknown darkness, making people feel as if some monster would jump out at any moment. In order to find out the cause of his death, and to understand the possible danger in this place, I moved closer to the dry corpse.

Even though the nose is a little clogged due to the cold, when you get closer, you can still smell a faint smell of corpses, which is really disgusting. I pulled it with my dagger, patiently searching for wounds on the corpse. There were no obvious large wounds on the arms of the dried corpse to the legs and back.

Of course, if there are smaller wounds, they will definitely not be visible now, after all, the muscles and skin have atrophied, and there is a layer of black oil floating on the wrinkles, except for some fatal injuries, the rest of the nature is difficult to leave traces. As a last resort, I turned my gaze to the corpse.

Maybe the wound is on the front?

In fact, the front is the place where the most fatal injuries are made, but this dry corpse has one hand tightly held in front of his chest, and if I want to see the front, I can't use a dagger, I have to break it with my hand. I didn't have gloves or anything like that, so I didn't want to touch the slippery and greasy corpse with my hands, so I didn't check the front in the first place.

At this time, there was no other choice, I endured the nausea and slowly broke the hand of the dry corpse, slippery and foul smell accompanied by stiffness, this strange touch, is really unforgettable. Ever since I joined Tanxuan Firm, my life has really been refreshed again and again with a lower limit called disgusting.

Thinking of this, I thought of the dead Tan Jian again, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

With such a distraction, the force in my hand was not well controlled, and in the dark, I heard a click, and the arm was directly broken by me.

That's right, it's broken.

I stared at the arm in my hand, and then at the dry black greasy head in front of me, at this moment, the pair of black hole eye sockets happened to stare directly at me, staring at people for a while. "If you're not careful, don't blame it, Amitabha, Amitabha." I was about to put my arm back in my arms, when I rolled my eyes and suddenly saw him in his arms, holding a wallet. The leather wallet is wrapped in rotten clothes and corpse oil, and if you don't look carefully, it's really easy to see it.

This man died more than twenty years ago.

More than 20 years is not long, but China is a country with rapid development, what was it like more than 20 years ago? To put it simply, at that time, those who could afford to use wallets were people with status and status, ordinary people, women used that kind of cloth wallets, and again a little rural people or migrant workers who had just left the countryside, the money was stuffed in socks, and they went to the commissary to buy things, did not take out their trouser pockets, bent down and took out their socks first, and the money was taken out, and there was a smell of feet.

It seems that this old gentleman who does archaeology is still a good mix, and a cultured person is better than an uneducated person. But when he died, he clung to his wallet, didn't he have a lot of money in it? Or is it something important?

Thinking so, I picked out the wallet with a dagger, opened it, and saw that there was really money inside, the same old version of the banknote of the past. There is not much money, and it only adds up to about ten yuan, and twenty years ago, ten yuan was not much money, just such a little money, and I held on to it temporarily, this old gentleman of archaeology is too conservative, right?

I don't think it's right, people's consciousness is so high, looking at the content of the work notes, the work is conscientious, not like a miser, is it for other things? My eyes were instantly focused on a photograph on my wallet.

It was a black-and-white photo, and the photo itself had been covered with a layer of glue, plus a plastic layer was stuck, so it was not stained by corpse oil. I took the picture out and saw that it was a beautiful woman with a single braid, with a baby in her arms.

Obviously, this should be a photo of his wife and children, at this moment, a thought suddenly popped up in my mind, perhaps, what he protected before he died was actually this photo? As soon as this picture came out, I felt that my nose was sour, I was a more emotional person, and it was uncomfortable to watch a report on TV about leukemia, abandonment, abuse of cats and dogs, or something.

This man died here in vain, and what kind of fear should he face before he died? How much should you miss your wife and children?

If at the beginning, I just wanted to know the cause of his death and wanted to avoid some possible risks, now I am thinking about finding out the cause of his death and even taking his body out if possible. Perhaps his wife and children have been waiting for him.

Stimulated by this emotion, I didn't think this dried corpse was disgusting, so I observed it more carefully. There was an ID card in the wallet, but it was not very well glued, so the contents of it were spent, and the handwriting was very blurry, and it was impossible to determine his identity. However, if you bring this original back, the Public Security Bureau may be able to handle it. Moreover, even if you don't have an identity card, it should be easy to verify the identity of someone who went missing during an archaeological mission more than 20 years ago with that notebook.

I began to look at his front, and to my surprise, there was no wound on his front.

It's just so weird.

There were no injuries, so how did he die?

His outstretched hand was obviously a gesture of refusal, and it was obvious that before he died, he must be alone here, and there must be some other dangerous thing approaching him.

Not sure what I'm missing.

I began to re-examine the dried corpse, in order to be more detailed, I did not keep the original appearance of the dried corpse, but turned the corpse, at this moment, I suddenly felt that the corpse was not so terrible, it lay there quietly, waiting for my help, the initial nausea and discomfort, disappeared without a trace.

Doing the same thing, with a different mindset, will produce different results. There is a way not to do bad things, not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, I now have a sense of justice in my heart, and I am really fearless. In this way, the efficiency was greatly improved, and it didn't take long for me to find the clues.

The wound was found.

Very unexpectedly, his injury turned out to be in the neck.

On the neck near the chin, even though the skin has dried and wrinkled, you can still see the hideous wounds on it. It was two holes, very deep, very big, like they had been bitten by an animal like a snake.

There was indeed a snake in this place, but if it was a snake, then the hand he refused should be close to the neck facing inward, but the hand of the corpse was far away from the neck and facing outward.

Now, the fangs of snakes can't be so big, right?

I thought that if I found the wound, I would be able to solve this mystery, but I didn't expect it to lead to an even more incomprehensible mystery.

What exactly killed him?

I thought about it for several minutes, but I couldn't figure it out, and in desperation, I decided to leave the matter alone and wait until I got out. I took off my coat and wrapped the dried corpse in a packed way, and the greasy and greasy dried corpse curled together like a baby, and at this moment, I felt very peaceful.

Then, I packed it up, carried it behind my back, took the lighter, and left the collapsed space, and walked straight ahead.