Daomu Biji

In order to help the dull oil bottle to find the lost memory, we came to the hinterland of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, known as the Banai of Siberia in Guangxi.

I always think that this kind of memory loss / memory search is unlikely to happen in reality, so at first I still feel a trace of strangeness. The past of others may not be attractive, but the story behind the oil bottle should be The difference is that it is like reading a suspense novel, and you are involved in it, and you are a little nervous and excited.

The dull oil bottle, as always, is very reticent. I am not sure whether there will be an ordinary person's temperament in the heart of a person like him. At least, the patience he showed makes me admire. I also have some hesitation to help him find the past, which is equivalent to pulling him back to reality from this calm. I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

The process of entering the mountain is no longer exhaustive. We followed the clues given to us by Chu brother and found the tall building where the stupid oil bottle used to live. And in the dark grid under the broken bed, we found an iron box. A series of things happened afterwards. Someone even wanted to pull the iron box from the floor of the high-rise building. Fortunately, we were found in time, but the man was obviously very familiar with the environment of the village and fled into the village.

Just when we were baffled and had n’t reflected what happened just now, the buckle of the old iron box held by the fat man was broken, and the box fell to the ground and turned over.

Things happened very quickly, basically three people did not react, the box was already on the ground, the box lid was wide open, a fist-sized thing rolled out of it, and turned over under the fat man's feet.

The stuffy oil bottle said before, saying that he has some vague memories of this box, saying that the contents of the box may be very dangerous, so let us never open it, so as soon as the box fell to the ground, I subconsciously raised my hands to do A defensive action.

The fat man didn't have time to do more reactions, but just shrunk his neck, and the two of them froze.

I thought it would explode, and I didn't have time to think too much at that time. Everything was conditioned reflex, but my teeth clenched in my neck and waited a few seconds, but nothing happened. That is, there was no explosion, and no hidden weapon flew over.

I carefully opened my eyes and looked at the fat man's feet. The thing that fell out was like a piece of wood covered with pimples. I had never seen it, but it didn't seem to be a dangerous thing. The fat man slowly relaxed and walked away Step by step, I also slowly let go of my hand, my heart was strange, is the stuffy oil bottle wrong? Or is it because the time is too long and the danger inside has passed the shelf life?

Looked at the dull oil bottle, he didn't have any special expression, but apparently also surprised.

It ’s like a firecracker, and no one dared to see what was going on. We were deadlocked for a moment. Just now I vowed to say that I ’m a fat man with a hard life, and I just got together. I followed, and saw that it fell out. The shape of the thing is a bit like a gourd, about the size of a wide-mouthed cup, and there are pimples on the surface, which look uncomfortable like the skin of the toad. If you look closely, you can see that the pustule on this "skin gourd" is mixed with the luster of metal, which seems to be iron.

The fat man wanted to get it by hand. The oil bottle was stopped. He folded a pumpkin leaf from the side, hugged the "iron gourd", and picked it up.

Judging from the kind of texture he picked up, it was indeed iron, and the weight was not light. The iron lumps seemed to have been corroded by strong acid or cast a lot of bubbles, and the red and yellow pustules were rust. Traces, this thing is a gourd-shaped iron Tuozi, but you can see some ancient patterns on it, it is already very vague to see, but vaguely feel that this should be an ancient thing.

The fat man looked at him wondering: "What is it? Like a cannonball, is it an ancient grenade?"

I immediately shook my head: "Don't talk nonsense, you buried the grenade under the bed?"

The firearms of the Ming dynasty were already very developed, and the "Zhentianlei" and the "national surname bottle" had great lethality. I have dealt with some of them, but they are filled with stuffing-that is, no gunpowder-(no one can trade A real thing, that is equivalent to trading arms), these things were the first Fujian fishermen from Haili online, and then exchanged for antique commercial daily necessities, but this iron pimple is not like seafood, so it should not be this kind of thing. Not to mention burying this thing under the bed, what if it explodes when it catches up to dryness? The dull oil bottle will definitely not do such a careless thing.

The oil bottle was picked up, smelled, and shook his head. I asked him if he still felt the danger just now? He didn't speak but looked strange. He looked at the iron gourd screen for a while and said, "This layer of iron is just a layer of skin. The real thing is wrapped in this layer of iron."

I froze for a moment: "Why do you see it?"

The oil bottle said: "The weight is too light."

The fat man was surprised and said, "Can you weigh me out?"

This is not surprising. Generally, people who deal with antiques need to practice this skill, and anyone who has weighed pure iron or made molds will know that the weight of a piece of iron is different from what ordinary people imagine. Pencil A box-sized piece of iron can't be pinched between **** by a person of average strength.

I said to the fat man: "You can't do the basic skills of being a monk halfway. Like this kind of kung fu on hand, we have to practice more or less."

The fat man yelled, "Fatty man, I have spent so much free time doing this, and how much does it cost to buy an electronic scale."

I made a scornful expression, and then asked the oil bottle said: "What is to be wrapped in the metal sheet, do you have any inspiration or impression."

The dull oil bottle shook his head, and the fat man said: "In the past, there was a kind of iron-clad gold. When transported, the nuggets were covered with iron skins, which were not conspicuous. . "

I have never heard of "iron-clad gold". I only know that there is a Tibetan mastiff called iron-clad gold. Grandpa once had one. I do n’t know if it ’s Hu Biao or whether he ’s really seen it.

I am concerned about the vague patterns on it. Since there are patterns, this thing has at least a decorative effect.

"Will it be a part of iron?" The fat man said again: "For example, the foot of an iron incense burner, or the ornament on the reel of a previous car?"

My heart says it is also possible. I do n’t know much about ironware. Ironware is easy to rust and it is difficult to preserve in ancient tombs. So it is far less popular than bronze and porcelain. The value of ironware is generally not high, so most of them are antiques People are not familiar with, I really have no clue.

However, since it is an ancient thing, then this thing must be a little bit of origin, and it should be related to what he experienced in this village.

I think of the fat man ’s thoughts yesterday, and he speculated that there might be an ancient tomb near Yangjiao Mountain, and the course of things might be this: the oil bottle may be in the archaeological team of Wenjin in the past. This "gourd" may be from Something brought out of that ancient tomb. But for some reason, the younger brother hid this "gourd". This thing may come from the ancient tomb, otherwise it is difficult to explain its origin.

The fat man frowned and said: "I also speculate that this is the case, then the younger brother was hiding things, apparently he was guarding against something. At that time, the situation was probably very complicated."

Beware of inevitably hostility, indicating that what happened here in the archaeological team will not be as simple as Agui said.

The three of them were silent for a moment. I felt a little comfortable and depressed. I was happy that I got more information here than I thought. What is depressing is that the information can only outline the general appearance of "one event". No details can be reached.

Wen Jin appeared here. Agui was only 17 or 8 years old in the photo. Now Agui must be in his early forties. Then it happened 20 to 30 years ago. At that time, it happened just before and after the Xisha incident. , Then the time when Wen Jin appeared here should not be long before Xisha happened-Xisha who went here after they left here-I did n’t see any other people in the picture. Is she coming here with another team? It is not clear that Xisha is the same team.

The stuffy oil bottle was tied here by the Vietnamese as Akun. It should have been five or six years ago, with a difference of 15 years between them. What are he doing in these 15 years? I feel very problematic. The few Vietnamese who are using his skills are certainly not opponents. Even if the opponent has a gun, I think it is not a problem to escape. Why are they **** as piglets? Did he meet Chen Pi Asi with his design? These are questions.

"Is the person who just snatched us something related to this matter?" The fat man asked.

Thinking about this, I asked them, "Did you see clearly?"

"Dry, that guy runs faster than a rabbit. I only saw this man's unkempt face, his size is similar to yours, and it's gone when I smoke."

I mean who this person is? We are basically not noticeable when we come here, is this a thief who simply follows us, or is it an insider? This kind of surprised me a bit, and it felt a bit like a shadow. If he had something to do with this matter, then our situation would be a bit bad now and we had to close the door to sleep at night.

"Let's ask Agui later, that man is like a lunatic, maybe he doesn't know." The fat man said: "What now? We can't make a mistake with this iron hoist, or wait for a blacksmith to see if it can dissolve portion."

I said, "Otherwise, the wisdom of working people is endless. I know there is a way to deal with this kind of thing. You can use sulfuric acid to melt the iron shell little by little. Look at the rotten iron knots on these surfaces. I ’ve done this for this thing, but for some reason it stopped without success. "

Maybe the person doing this is a stuffy oil bottle. I still have a feeling that his dangerous feeling about this thing may have been discovered when he dissolved the iron seal with sulfuric acid. At that time, he might have Suddenly, he found a sign of danger that impressed him so much that he immediately stopped his work. Although he has forgotten everything now, the impression remains in his mind, making him uneasy.

Of course this is a speculation. But I feel very likely.

The fat man nodded, "This is easy to handle. I'll go to the fertilizer station and ask for a bit."

I said to myself that it is better not to move him easily. I can take it to Agui for a moment, and let the oil bottle look carefully.

The dull oil bottle put the iron gourd back into the iron box, flipped the lid on, and the fat man hugged: "Yes, today is a reward. I have to watch this thing right now. You hurry in and flip it over What's the matter, the girl will come back later, hurry up. "

I remembered that Brother Chu and I had n’t seen the photos. I said that it was the right thing and immediately got up and walked to the window.

Just standing up, I haven't walked two steps, and suddenly I felt a bit wrong. I turned around and looked at me for a moment. I saw the hillside above the tall building on one side. What appeared, looked at us positively and hazy.