Daomu Biji

Although the corpse was completely soaked, we recognized that the tattoo was a unicorn tattoo. But with a little recognition, you can know that this can't be the younger brother. Although the tattoos are very similar, they are much rougher and the skin is darker. The main thing is that this person has a lot of white hair.

We put the body back in the water because the smell was so bad. The moment he entered the water, I realized that this corpse turned out to be Panma's father.

He should have entered here with the team of dull oil bottles. I said to myself, I don't know why I died here.

The last time I saw Daddy Panma, his condition seemed to be stimulated and mad. I don't know if he is really crazy or pretending to be crazy. He has never appeared since, and I have no interest in his affairs. A person like him—Before a few bags of food, he could kill so many people, and he kept inextricably connected with the ghost. He must be a small profit-oriented person. No matter what his purpose is to follow the team of boring oil bottles, I am not interested in guessing.

The body slowly sank again. The whole corpse was swollen and looked terrible. Father Panma is a very old man, and now the water has soaked his body so that he can't see any wrinkles. If it ’s not the stuffy oil bottle, it ’s outside, I would really think that this is the body of the stuffy oil bottle.

Panma was a tragedy in his life. However, he is also deserved. Everyone must pay for what they do. Panma now has such a result, which is actually quite cost-effective.

We turned over and walked up the steps into the curtain. I have experienced so much before opening the curtains, I am already stingy, no longer have any hesitation and curiosity.

Among the curtains is a large bed made of jade. There was nothing on the big bed, empty.

The fat man asked, "Why are there nothing? In such a big battle, there is nothing in the largest tomb?"

I asked the fat man: "You have entered many tombs, do you think this is a coffin bed?"

"From a height, it is likely." Fatty said.

I said, "Look at this coffin bed, there are deep marks that have been pressed for a long time. Obviously, there should be a very heavy coffin once pressed on this jade bed. However, this coffin is now gone. "I touched the marks on the coffin bed-this must not be the marks drawn by the wooden coffin, no matter how heavy the wood is, it is impossible to draw such an effect. Because this kind of jade is particularly hard, it can cause this effect. It is either a metal coffin or a large number of metal accessories on the outer edge of the wooden coffin.

I think the latter is more likely because the coffins we see above are almost all wood. Moreover, the corpses inside have basically become bones. The complete metal coffin can also be cast here if there is ore. But in this room, I saw no trace of using smelting stoves for many years. In ancient times, if you really wanted to smelt metal utensils, you would not need a general platoon. At the same time, smelting also requires a lot of coal. Now that the Zhang family has designed such a visionary plan for planting trees here, it means that wood must be their first choice. This can be inferred from the fact that the wooden coffin we saw above is exactly the same as the wood used in the ancient building.

The building of such an ancient building in the middle of the mountains is already awesome. If the details are worse, it is worse.

"It's gone. Could the coffin be long-legged, would you go?" Fatty said, "This year, the coffin in the Zhangjia ancient building can also be refined. This is not a transfiguration coffin! I rely on it. But **** hard! "

"I think this coffin was removed. They vacated the place and it was supposed to store another body," I said. I looked at the traces on the jade bed-these traces were not left when the coffin was placed, but when the coffin was carried away. But the year in which these traces are produced cannot be judged.

I looked around the coffin bed, and it turned out that there were several holes on each side of the steps I came up from.

Drilling stones in ancient times was a very skillful technique, and many holes were polished quite finely. However, none of these holes were penetrated vertically, and clear spiral traces could be felt inside. The holes were punched very deep, which was impossible with ancient technology. Think about it should be made by modern drilling machinery-do not know whether it is manual or gasoline. Obviously, simple lifting equipment has been installed here. I guessed it was true.

The fat man nodded: "I get it. You mean, the corpse they originally wanted to bring in was intended to be placed here, so they first removed the coffin placed here, as is the case with the so-called dove-zipped magpie nest. But, why is there nothing on it now? What about the bodies they brought in? "

Whether the body was successfully transported in, no one knows. I regret it a little bit. I didn't ask for ghosts and asked more carefully. Did they successfully transport the body in? However, I think it should be successful. Otherwise, according to the habit of organization, if there is no way, there will be a second time. Ba Nai archaeology has only been once, and from Agui's account, the leaving team seems to be very normal and belongs to the category of triumph.

"What should I do now?" I looked around and found that there was nowhere to go. In addition, I also know that our surroundings are basically all quicksand, and now our position is in the middle of the quicksand layer that we have just walked through. If I am correct, the position of the quicksand layer we walked at that time should be above our heads.

At that time, I was wondering why a quicksand layer was so shallow that both feet could touch the bottom. Now I think about it, it is entirely because a tomb is wrapped in quicksand, and the top of the tomb is touched by the foot. If you do n’t know that the secret road can pass down and want to dig it from other places, it is completely impossible to achieve. Then the fine sand must be specially treated, and we cannot carry out any engineering on it.

I asked the fat man how to be good, but it turned out to be a dead end. Using all the clues I have now to infer, the most likely situation turned out to be that the sullen oil bottle came from the coffin bed at that time. He walked out from here and passed the secret road to the first floor of the ancient building.

But there was no exit around the coffin bed, so the fat man and I began to groan in the tomb, trying to find valuable clues as soon as possible. You know, so many people come out from here, it is impossible to leave nothing. I believe there will be some clues that can help us. Sure enough, the fat man found a cigarette **** at the root of a wall.

"Yeah. Naive, they came out from here. This is" Jade Creek ". I just saw this kind of smoke on a hanged buddy." The fat man said, "This buddy carries a cigarette like this It must be a big smoke gun. He must have smoked this smoke. "

I went to the edge of the fat man, looked around the cigarette butts, and found that there were still a few cigarette butts in the cracks on the edge of the tomb wall.

The placement of cigarette butts is very scattered-this situation is either a very boring person, smoking into the gap while smoking, or a scene where many people smoke here.

I guess that the reason for this scene basically belongs to the latter. But it is strange, why do they all gather under this wall to smoke? This is not under the roots of the old wall-everyone smokes and watches the sun rise and sunset together, and they are bored and bored. There are too many places to smoke here. So many of them gathered here to smoke. Could it be that the hole is behind this wall?

But this doesn't make sense! I said to my heart, whoever stipulates to come in from wherever he must smoke. And according to the fat man, the process of their entry is particularly tense, many people have been poisoned, how can there be reason to smoke after coming in.

Me and the fat man said: "Let's engage in scene reproduction. If you are a person who has been poisoned, and you have entered here hard, what will you do?"

The fat man said: "I must pant and lie down where I can lie. If it is not the boss who kicks my butt, or if there is any danger behind, I must lie down until he can slow down."

"Do you smoke when you are slow?"

"I depend, then you have to see when it is! If Lao Tzu had taken it seven times a night, he would not only have to smoke, but also to have a few bowls of beef whip soup to make up. But if it is poisoned here, mad I could n’t breathe and smoked, was n’t that death? ”

I nodded, it was the same as I thought. The fat man then said, "What do you ask about this?"

I told the fat man what I thought. The fat man said: "Cough, I tell you, looking at all the places here, the best place to smoke should be the stairs over there. The view there is wider and you can sit and smoke. And here, you either crouch at the root of the wall, Either you can just stand and hold back! So this position must be particular. I tell you, it ’s like a situation ... like ... waiting for a woman to go to the toilet! "

"What's the toilet?" I am strange. The fat man said: "Have you ever been in love? I tell you, women are particularly troublesome. They have enough time for men to play mahjong three times. So, if a few friends go shopping together, the women go to the toilet. Then the men of these women must find a place to smoke immediately, usually by the root of the wall of the toilet. You can imagine a scene where the night wind rustles, a few men smoking cigarettes, shrinking their shoulders, grinning bitterly, talking about themselves What I really want to talk about. When they leave, the scene there will be exactly the same as here. "

I scratched my head, unable to understand: "You mean, that is because Mrs. Huo and the girls in the team suddenly want to go to the toilet, so the men must avoid it?"

"I think the number of cigarette butts here is not right. Mrs. Huo wouldn't go to the toilet and have to take care of her makeup, right?" Said the fat man. "I think it's similar in nature to the toilet, but doing this It takes much longer than going to the toilet. But as far as I judge, this thing should not be injured and you should take off your clothes and rescue. If you want to rescue, then no one can care about it, and there is no etiquette. By the way, men do n’t need to avoid it at all. So, I think the biggest possibility is that women change clothes. "

"Changing clothes? Why do you want to change your clothes suddenly, and it's not a dinner party, and is there a difference between a front dress and a back dress?"

The fat man thought for a while, and suddenly looked at the Hu Cove: "Wet, their clothes are wet! They came out of the water!"