"Fish-patterned coffin? This doesn't conform to the funeral customs of our northerners?

"No, I'm counting on you, sir. Lu Haotian's hypocritical flattery.

To be honest, Wushuang didn't want to get involved in these official things, and even the archaeological department didn't want to take care of it, and his Dong family didn't have the authority to mess with anything? It's just that Lu Haotian came to the door, and he couldn't save his good brother's face, so he had to agree.

Early the next morning, Wushuang drove the broken Xiali left by his grandfather, and took the blue butterfly to Jingyuetan. Although this car is old, it was left by his grandfather, and he has been reluctant to sell Lu Haotianquan.

"Caidie, did Lu Haotian look for you last night? didn't he want to ask you out?" Wushuang asked her jokingly while driving.

"Brother Mouse, you say, he's here, hehe...... You see, this bag of mine was given by him, it looks good, right?" Lan Caidie changed into a neat white-collar work outfit today, and brought a pair of glasses without lenses decently, and then clamped the LV given by Lu Haotian, just like the little secretary who provoked fire next to Wushuang.

"Lu Dashao really made a generous move, did you let him succeed?"

Lan Caidie charmingly blew a fragrant breath at Wushuang, grabbed the master's arm, and deliberately leaned forward the two stunners on his chest. "What do you say?

"Don't ...... Don't make a fuss...... Don't make a fuss, drive!" Wushuang's face flushed.

"Ha, I won't tease you, my master is different from other men, it's not my sister's dish. But you are the young master who steals the door, and my sister still has to look forward to you marrying me, how can it be so casual?"

Wucheng doesn't like to deal with people in the official face, he has a completely different personality from Dong Ye, more like the former thief Wu Gongyao, cynical, arrogant, and his heart is higher than the sky, and those bureaucrats who sit and eat and wait for death in the organs all day long naturally can't look at it.

The mountain behind Jingyuetan pulled the police blockade, and the so-called experts of the Cultural Bureau and the archaeological department leisurely drank tea and chatted in the tent. Seeing a broken Xiali drove up from the bottom of the mountain, no one came out to take a look, of course, the former old guest Dong Ye is a legend in the local area, and his situation will definitely be stronger than his grandson, but the so-called tree is falling and scattered, after Dong Ye's death, the Dong family is completely extinct, and this craft has become a thing of the past.

"Twins, do you want to meet Director Zhang first?" Lu Haotian's father was waiting for him on the mountain early. He is familiar with the Dong family and is the godson of Dong Ye.

"No, I'm used to being alone, and besides, you know, our family's craft is outside the three hundred and sixty lines, and it can't be seen. Uncle Lu, take me to see the coffin directly. ”

It has been raining lightly for the past few days, and the mountain roads are a little muddy and difficult to walk. The fog overhead, the light rain is dripping down, the maple leaves of Jingyuetan have turned fiery red, and the scene of red mountains is beautiful. Lan Caidie has been following Wushuang all the time, holding an umbrella for him. The girl got into the role very quickly.

The grave had been completely cleared, and to surprise, there was nothing under the coffin. The location of the coffin happens to be the highest point of this mountaintop, although it is not the commanding height of the main mountain range, but it can also look at the quiet Jingyuetan valley in the distance, and the central pool of water is projected with white flowers.

Wushuang took off his sunglasses and handed them to Lan Caidie, jumped off the grave in one step, and touched it with his hands repeatedly, sure enough, as Lu Haotian said, the whole coffin was covered with fish patterns, and the fish patterns were not painted with some kind of paint, but the craftsman chiseled them out little by little with a chisel, the craftsmanship of the craftsman was a must, and there were almost thousands of fish patterns throughout the body without a single hand twist.

Knock knock knock...... Wushuang knocked on it, and the coffin was empty, and he leaned on his stomach again and listened with his ears, but there was no movement inside. Of course, it is unlikely that there will be any noise in the coffin in broad daylight.

"Uncle Lu, are they open?" asked Wushuang.

"No, if your Dong family doesn't come, they won't dare. "It's the truth, those office leaders who are idle and have nothing to do are willing to watch the dead play!

"Oh. Wushuang answered, and put his glasses on this strange coffin, their Dong family is a descendant of thieves, Wu Gongyao dug a lot of graves back then, what kind of coffin has not been seen?

This coffin is a bit strange, but Wushuang vaguely remembers that his grandfather once told him when he was a child that during World War II, the Japanese often used this kind of coffin. However, even if it can be determined, Wushuang does not dare to assert it lightly. At that time, Changchun was also called Xinjing, which was the capital of Manchukuo in small Japan, and Jingyuetan was the feng shui eye of Xinjing. Who would dare to bury a corpse in the feng shui eye of the empire?

From the perspective of feng shui, Jingyue Lake has beautiful scenery, mountains and water, and it must be an excellent feng shui treasure. Isn't burying a corpse here affecting the feng shui of this place?

Wushuang was cautious, and put his nose close to the crack of the coffin and sniffed, there seemed to be a faint putrid smell inside, but it didn't seem to be the smell of dead bodies buried in the ground for decades, more like pieces of cured meat.

"How's the Twins?" asked Lu Ju.

"I'm not too sure, but this coffin was left by Little Japan during World War II, but there may not be a body inside. "Wushuang replied.

Lan Caidie was careful, dragged Wushuang out of the tomb, pointed to the barren grass growing around the ancient tomb and said, "Brother Shuang, have you paid attention to these grasses, you see, I don't think they look like the local herbaceous plants in your northeast." ”

She didn't say that Wushuang hadn't paid attention to it, the withered grass on the ground under her feet didn't look white, and it was wilted by the rain, but it was deeply rooted and grew well, thinking it was related to the nourishment of yin qi in this ancient tomb.

In autumn, the wild flowers and weeds everywhere have borne fruit, and this unsightly wild grass is still blooming strange flowers, the flowers are three plates, the pollen is fragrant, but the fragrance is a little pungent, the fragrance is slightly bitter and fishy, I don't know what kind of variety.

"Open the coffin?" Director Lu urged, and the police officers on the side had already prepared the poles and ropes for the opening of the museum.

"Don't worry, there's something strange in this coffin, and I can't tell what is wrong with it. It's probably not a corpse inside. Uncle Lu brought back two grasses and asked the group of experts to test them with instruments to see what kind of variety it was, and then we made a decision. ”

Director Lu asked his subordinates to take two weeds according to Wushuang's instructions, and then dragged Wushuang aside alone and said, The person who found this coffin was an old cadre who got up early and exercised in the morning, he died yesterday morning, the cause of death is unknown, you must deal with this matter, there are some things that Uncle must tell you, our local people are spreading, saying that this coffin is unknown, and it is a disaster in Changchun.