In my apprehensive thoughts, I pulled out the last layer of coarse linen in the sealed tin box. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a while, the things kept in the tin box were finally presented to us.

As the first person to discover, when I saw the contents of this box clearly, my first reaction was to feel puzzled, so much so that while stroking the contents of the box, I blurted out: "It's actually a pickle jar......? Is it a cylinder?"

After listening to my words, my expression was extremely nervous, and Reporter Cai, who was still hiding behind me and was frightened, was also stupid.

So, too, she lowered her head and scrutinized what was in front of us.

At this moment, the "special dangerous goods" presented in front of me by reporter Cai are just a clay product that is slightly thinner at the top and wider at the bottom.

From my point of view, this thing is the size of a basin, short and chunky, with a small front mouth and a slightly spinning cone.

Although there are still a lot of fine dirt and condensation on it that have not been cleaned, its slightly rough surface is indeed no different from the porcelain urns I saw in the countryside back then.

The so-called "special dangerous goods" are the pottery urns used to hold grain and wine in ordinary rural areas, which is very strange in itself, and more importantly, it is ...... I really can't figure out what is the danger of such a broken urn?

Seeing this incredible "antique", we really couldn't understand it, so after thinking about it, I had to cast my questioning eyes on the reporter Cai beside me.

With a smile on my face, I said helplessly to reporter Cai: "I said...... Reporter, you are well-informed, can you see what this thing is? It is labeled as a first-class dangerous good...... So what's the danger?"

Faced with my question, Cai Okra shook his head at the huge jar and said, "This ...... I really can't see that I'm in law and not antiques, so I can't really help. ”

Hearing this, I nodded in disappointment.

In the face of this puzzling "dangerous goods", Cai is also at a loss for me, because I know that it means that it seems that there is really nothing to use in this bunker, and we have no choice but to wait for death.

Discouraged but unwilling, and just as I was about to say something to dilute the atmosphere of defeat, I suddenly heard a voice behind me shouting at the two of us, like from the Netherworld: "Poison gas!"

Listening to the voice, I straightened up with a spirit, and then quickly repeated, "Poison gas?!"

Immediately afterward, Cai Okra and I hurriedly turned around and looked at the place where the person was talking.

At first, I thought the half-dead sound was from the bamboo poem, but when we used the flashlight to shine the scenery at the source of the sound, I soon realized that there was someone else.

Cai Okra and I turned around at the same time, and just when everyone could see the man's appearance clearly, Cai suddenly shouted, "Mom!" and then hid behind me and began to tremble.

Although Cai Okra's performance is very cowardly, I still fully understand her performance, because the one in front of us is ...... It's too unhuman, if it weren't for Cai Okra dragging me to death, so I really have nowhere to hide, in fact, I would have liked to find a crack in the ground to avoid it.

The reason why this soldier terrified Cai Okra was because of his fatal injuries...... It's a little too unique.

At this moment, the brother in front of me is tall and thin, wearing an old yellow military uniform, and at first glance he looks like an old soldier who died unjustly in my place, and he must be a member of the compatriots killed in this yin and yang world.

I don't see any definite fatal wounds such as gunshot wounds or knife cuts on this person's body, but in contrast, I feel that this person's fatal wounds are omnipresent.

The reason why I have such ambivalent feelings about him is that the person's body, especially the skin, is covered with a kind of bleeding spot similar to a mouth ulcer, densely packed, almost like a ...... A pot of boiled cooked millet porridge.

Anyone who sees this kind of scene will definitely not last three seconds!

In this way, because this brother's appearance was too cruel, I quickly withdrew my eyes after three seconds, and staggered backwards, my heart beating a drum.

I'm wondering when he got into this bunker and how did he die...... How can you die so miserably and embarrassingly?!

Soon, I figured it out! I had to figure it out under the stimulus of this brother's overly heavy taste.

I still remember that the moment I entered the bunker door, the box ghost threw the last "human bullet" at me, and the human bullet slashed against the tip of my nose, and then followed us into the bunker, but then I was severely injured in the brain, and I did not see this "person" in a series of searches, so I ignored this brother who was forced to throw in for a while.

Ironcladly, the brother who was thrown into the bunker by the box eater is the benevolent brother in front of me.

Although he really didn't dare to compliment him a little, but the soldiers who came to this old society also died in that massacre, he was loyal to the country and the nation, but now he only ended up with the effect of wandering in this yin and yang world, not to mention continuing to bear the pain of the body, and letting that bastard's food box ghost be thrown around like a ball, which is really embarrassing and sad.

After all, he was an ancestor who defended his family and country, so after figuring this out, although my endurance was beyond the limit, I still forced myself to raise my head and stare at that face seriously.

With irrepressible sourness, I only said three words to him: "Suffer!"

Listening to my words, the soldier's face did not change, he saluted me unbelievably, and then continued to shout the four words at me with his mouth, which had lost part of his lips: "Sir!

"Poison gas?!" I turned my head and naturally pointed to the ceramic jar behind me, "Do you mean it!?"

Hearing this, the old soldier nodded, and remained motionless again.

This time I completely understood, not only understood, but also sincerely scared!

"Poison gas!" I repeated, and then explained to Cai Okra behind me: "This is not a pickle tank! This is the ceramic poison gas bomb I left back then! There is poison gas here!"

Listening to my words, Cai Okra's eyes were as big as a light bulb, and then she pretended to be bold to come to the ceramic bullet, and rummaged through it carefully with her mobile phone, as if she was looking for some clues or something.

And when reporter Cai withdrew her trembling body from the sealed cabinet, she told me in an urgent voice: "I see! I figured it out! Why are these things in the crematorium in Bairen Valley!"