Shirley Yang was observant, she checked it again, and said with a smile: "At least I found the fat man and Professor Li, you see, the dust on the sundial has been wiped by someone, and this old Li really can't help but start an archaeological investigation again." ”

I said that when I first came in, there was no dust at all, and Professor Li was Lei Feng for the owner of the tomb again, and the ashes on the sundial were removed.

Wang Qingzheng also squatted down to study it, he curiously pointed to the plate and asked, "Why is there one less grid here?" ”

"One block less?"

"Although I can't understand these words, they are not far from ten, and they should always mean the moment. But they are not evenly distributed. You see, there is an extra blank mark between the top two paragraphs. This doesn't look like it's worn, is it a defective product, and it wasn't carved at the beginning, so there will be one less moment? ”

"I think Professor Li noticed this and deliberately wiped the sundial so clean, and wanted to study it carefully. They can't go far, let's go find someone first, and leave this thing to the archaeological team to study. ”

Although I felt that there was something wrong with the sundial, I couldn't tell. Anyway, it's important to find someone now, and Lao Tzu is not engaged in scientific research, so you don't care if you're missing a few hours.

I was silently relieved to make sure that the fat man was in the ancient house. Wang Dashao ran towards the back room even more happily. I was about to keep up with him, but I was gently pulled by Shirley Young. I turned my head and saw that her face was wrong. With a flashlight in her hand, she whispered to me, "Look over there! With that, he shot his flashlight at the wall on the right. I followed the beam, and a black shadow was lying on the wall like a ghost, watching us sneakily. I let out a loud cry, and the thing—whoosh—vanished into the darkness. How could I let it get out of the way, and with an arrow rushed forward, jumping up the edge of the ancient well and jumping up to the wall. Unfortunately, it slipped away so fast that by the time I flipped it over, it had completely disappeared into the darkness.

Shirley Young said to me from under the wall, "Come down." As soon as I entered the house, I felt something was watching us, and it was lying there all the time when we crouched by the well to check the sundial. ”

I was full of self-reproach, and it stands to reason that I should be the most vigilant at the moment, but I didn't even notice it. If Shirley Young reminds me, I don't know how long I'm going to let that ghost thing follow. I jumped off the wall and asked her if she could see who it was, and she shook her head and said, "At first I thought I was too nervous and had a delusion, and when I noticed it, I couldn't find a chance." Your roar was too exaggerated, otherwise we'd have a chance to catch it. ”

Wang Dashao was also so frightened that he got out of the back room, caught Shirley Yang and asked what was going on. "What? Someone is spying on us? Japanese? He glared and glanced around, "Why didn't I find out, you read that right?" ”

"We all saw it. I wish they were. ”

"What do you mean?"

"You forgot where we are, this is the mansion, and the only people left are the dead except us. Tell me, if it weren't for those little devils, what else could it be? "Actually, most of the reason I say this is to cheer myself up. A real enemy is better than an enemy that you can't see or touch. I really don't want to think about other situations, but as far as that eerie shadow is concerned, I'm afraid the actual situation will not be better than I thought.

Shirley Yang urged: "In short, everyone stay awake and watch out for their surroundings. By the way, did you find someone after you just went in? ”

"It's not nonsense, such a big movement, the ghosts are scared out of him." Wang Qingzheng glared at me and continued, "It's a bit strange inside, don't look at the empty door in the room, but the door is full of wooden boards. It was so dark inside the house that I couldn't see anything clearly for a long time. Do you want to smash it open and investigate? ”

"Not necessarily." After witnessing the black ghost, I was even more worried about the fat man, since they were not in the house, it was better to leave as much as possible.

"I think it's better to find out." Shirley Yang was reluctant to leave, "I don't know where they have gone for a while." We don't know anything about this underground dead city. There's an opportunity in front of you, so check it out. ”

Wang Qingzheng looked at me eagerly, and I said, "Since everyone said to watch, then look, anyway, there will be no shortage of meat." When the reactionary leader Wang Dashao heard that he was going to tear down the door panel, he took the lead and rushed into the back room. I said, "Is this kid scared stupid?" Shirley Young said: "He's too stressed and needs to vent, so you let him go." I said, "I can't imagine that the sons of capitalists also have a time when labor is exploited, and you are simply the reincarnation of Marx." She snorted and went into the back room. I didn't dare to wait, and immediately chased after it.

When I entered the room, I found that Wang Qingzheng was not right at all, this room and the front hall were simply carved out of the same mold. The house was empty, the only thing special was the door that was nailed shut. I peeked through the gap between the wooden boards, and sure enough, as Wang Qingzheng said, it was chaotic and dark, and I couldn't see anything clearly. The horizontal and vertical planks on the door are nailed together by wedges, and the wood has long been integrated with each other. Fortunately, this thing has been around for many years, and it is not difficult to dismantle it. Wang Qingzheng went up with a kick and kicked off half of the sealing wood. I said, "You should be quieter, and when Professor Li heard it, it was another capital crime of destroying cultural relics." With that, I pushed him away and pulled the rest of the planks myself.

Originally, I was going to take off the whole piece of wood and open a gap where I could stick my head in. Unfortunately, the four corners were nailed too strongly, and there was no other way than to forcibly destroy them. Shirley Young and I worked together to open the half-seal, and before we could catch our breath, a chill came from the dark room. I picked up my flashlight and shone it, and there was no difference between the inside and outside of the sealed room, except that there was an extra thing in the middle of the room.

Wang Qingzheng was shocked: "How can there be a coffin in this place?" ”

I never imagined that there would be a coffin hidden in a remote and barren ancient house, or that it would be sealed in such a deep and hidden dark room as zài. At that moment, the only reaction in my mind was that I should open the coffin for an autopsy.

Shirley Young probably saw what I was thinking, and rejected my idea without hesitation: "It's hard to go in and investigate unless we remove all the planks." If you look at the size of this door frame, even if it is unobstructed, it can only allow a single person to enter and exit, and in case there is a danger, there is no place to retreat. Another point is that the fat man and Professor Li have been away from the team for a bit of a long time, and I have a feeling that I must try my best to find them, otherwise something will happen. ”

"That's not going to work. What are we going to do? Dry tomb robbers. Seeing a coffin in front of him, how can he just leave. Wang Qingzheng ignored our obstruction, kicked several times, and stabbed the wooden board that sealed the door to pieces. As soon as I saw that I couldn't stop it, I said to Shirley Young, "You guard the door, and I'll go in with this kid." ”

She sighed, shoved the flashlight into my arms and said, "I'll go too, just the two of you, don't worry." ”

Even after sorting out all the planks that sealed the door, the entrance still looked a little narrow. "This door is obviously several times smaller than normal, and I don't know what it was built for."

"All the doors here are just decorations, only this one has been nailed. Who do you think will be in the coffin? ”

I patronized the coffin, and I didn't have time to think about Wang Qingzheng's question. Shirley Yang and I stood at the head and tail of the coffin, she looked down and said, "It's the same nail method as the door outside, but this time the wedges are all driven vertically, and the coffin board is dozens of times thicker than the ones outside." Forced demolition will definitely not work, and besides, it is even more disrespectful to the deceased to chisel the coffin at will. ”

"Since the coffin is going to be opened sooner or later, what else does it matter?" Wang Qingzheng took out a pistol and was about to smash it, but I pushed him away and warned: "There are rules for one line and one line, and this place is not arrogant." It's originally someone's yin house, and it's enough to disturb without permission, and you're still going to shoot? ”

He snorted and said angrily: "It's so dead, I want to see how you open the coffin!" ”

In the past, when we went to the grave, "the equipment for raising the coffin to make a fortune was always indispensable to carry with us, but this trip had a lot of twists and turns, and there was not even a good guy around.

When I was in the camp, I asked Deputy Captain Zhang to prepare the guys, and he actually said that the funds allocated by the superiors were used to buy shovels and pickaxes, and other equipment was temporarily in short supply. Fortunately, I was clever and asked the auto mechanic for a crowbar just in case, which I didn't expect to come in handy at this moment.

Inexplicably, there was an extra coffin, and I couldn't restrain my curiosity. According to local legends, the Youshui tomb should be buried in the late Ming Dynasty, and the Qin tomb was hidden in this deep mountain long before the Ming tomb. Professor Li said that this ancient city was built in imitation of Qingshui Township in the Ming Dynasty, and the coffin was obviously not Qin. But it is unlikely that the body of the owner of the tomb will be buried in such a dilapidated place, so who will lie in the coffin? What does he have to do with the owner of the tomb?

I handed the pry bar to Shirley Young and told her, "It's still the old rule, open three sides, leave one side." ”

Wang Qingzheng asked why, and Shirley Yang explained: "The coffin board cannot be completely uncovered, and one side should be left to close the door to prevent the corpse from rising." He exclaimed, "Will there be a corpse?" Corpse? ”

"Nonsense, when you touched the corpse for nothing, you won't let people rise up and resist? Stay and don't get in the way of our work. ”

He was taken aback by the stern expressions of the two of us, and obediently retreated to the exit, looking at the posture, he estimated that if something was wrong later, he would definitely be the first to run away.

I took out the dagger I had brought with me, plunged a knife into the gap between the wedge and the coffin, and began the long-lost coffin lifting activity. Shirley Young pressed the end of a crowbar against the nail and then pried it repeatedly. The wood and iron rubbed against each other, making a creaking and shaking sound, and a cold air inexplicably emanated from the otherwise silent dark room.

Wang Qingzheng shuddered, looked outside, and then looked at me and Shirley Yang. "Don't you think the temperature has dropped a lot all of a sudden?"

I agree with him, but I don't have time to think about anything else at the moment. Shirley Young quickly lifted the nail from her end, then walked up to me and said, "Be careful, I always feel uncomfortable in this place." With a long, slightly shrill creak, I finally pried the wooden bolt out of the center of the coffin. Wang Qingzheng stuck out his head and said to himself, "If it's a rotting corpse, forget it, I'm not interested in looking at that thing." ”

Shirley Young and I pushed the coffin open, and both of us covered our mouths and noses with our hands and turned our heads in other directions. When the coffin first opened, there was no corpse as I imagined, and there was no sign of corpse fraud. I raised my flashlight and looked into the coffin, where there was a dried skeleton, the flesh had long since dried up, and the hands of the corpse were tightly tied at the sides. This is a common burial method in ancient times, and in some places, in order to prevent the new corpse from being scamified, the limbs of the corpse will be tied with hemp rope stained with cinnabar. Shirley Yang glanced at it and breathed a sigh of relief: "The bones in the joint are cracked, and I can't get up when I think about it." However, the identity of this person is worth thinking about for a while, and I don't know why he was parked alone in the ancient house. ”

"Strictly speaking, it's not a mortuary. It was originally in the tomb, and the people were already in the ground. When I saw that the corpse was all right, I joked, "Maybe every family here has a coffin like this." Didn't Tomb No. 1 say that this was a large clan tomb? ”