Daomu Biji

Chapter 47: Mysterious coffin

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The size and scale of the stone chamber are very ordinary, without any polishing or relief. I obviously found that the first reaction of my flashlight was to find a way to go forward, while the fat man's flashlight was looking at the contents inside.

There are wooden boxes all around, and I thought it was a short coffin if I didn't look carefully! In the middle of these boxes, there is a coffin.

This coffin looks very strange—not to say it looks, but it seems that it shouldn’t be placed here.

The boxes around were very messy, it felt as if someone had moved these boxes, and then made a place to put the coffin here. The problem is that the coffin was not even placed upright, it was placed obliquely and randomly.

The fat man was particularly interested in boxes. He kept telling me to look at one box, but I resolutely stopped it.

We came to the side of the coffin and saw many strange tools that had been rusted in a mess beside the coffin. But at a glance, it is a modern tool.

"Some people have been here, but they are not brothers. It seems that they have been here a long time ago." The fat man kicked the tool a few times.

I looked at the tools and found that the small accessories used to make brackets, hoist, slide, and put on the shoulders seemed to be used to transport the coffin.

"It should be from the archaeological team at the end of the 1970s. This coffin seems to be brought out by them from somewhere."

The fat man picked up a small part from the ground, blew it, and said, "Do they want to transport this coffin out?"

I cast my eyes on the coffin.

The coffin is made of wood, and the four corners are covered with iron sheets to protect it. The coffin was not opened, it was left there almost intact.

"Why?" I said, "This coffin is not very eye-catching, and they haven't shipped it out!"

"Don't tell me, don't guess what the archaeological team is thinking about. If you guess, you will be forced." The fat man said, "Don't worry, keep going, you will know what God wants you to know.

If we could know where the coffin came from, there could be more clues. "

"Wait!" I said. I suddenly saw a strange phenomenon on the coffin. "Have you seen the pattern of the coffin?"

"Where have you seen it?" The fat man was puzzled.

I said: "We are upstairs, and the coffin we saw in Zhang Qiling's tomb has the same pattern. Will this also be a generation of Zhang Qiling?"

"If it is here, it would be the first generation of Zhang Qiling." The fat man said: After he said that, he looked at me, chuckled, and grabbed my hand. "Wait a minute, naive, I have a few words to remind you. you."

"what?"

"Will the archaeological team want to transport this coffin from the ancient tomb, and it may be the first generation of Zhang Qiling? If so, do you think there are any key secrets hidden in this coffin? Of course? , All this is just my speculation, but think about your past entanglement. When things have reached this point, we will never come in again after we go out. I stand on your stand and consider for you, whether you want to open Take a look at this coffin?"

"You want to drive yourself?" I asked him.

The fat man shook his head solemnly: "No, I just want to go out safely. I think of your past, maybe the answer lies in this coffin. Open it and you'll know it. Naive, it will be opened in three minutes, since you I want to know, you should try."

I looked at his expression and realized that he didn't seem to be joking. However, everything he said is indeed correct, and the speculation is reasonable.

"You're right." I looked at the top of my head, and there didn't seem to be any movement, so I said: "Damn, do it, let's take a look."

It is troublesome to pry the coffin when there is no tools. We took out the iron thorns and found that the top of the wooden coffin was so tight that no cracks could be found. In the end, the fat man looked down and said: " The coffin was put upside down. They really disrespect people!"

I looked down, and sure enough, the coffin was completely poured one by one. Because it is a square coffin, it doesn't look strange how to put it.

I compared the picture with the fat man, and found that with the strength of the two of us, it was impossible to turn the coffin over. And at this angle, it is impossible to pry open the coffin lid. The fat man said, no matter what, let's punch a hole from behind the ass, and then punch through the bottom of the coffin!

We used iron thorns as hammers and beat them little by little. Perhaps the fat man was cruel to follow the three-minute agreement he said.

Soon he broke a crack in the bottom of the coffin. It's easy to handle the cracks, we insert the thorns to pry them. After a while, we pried an arm-long crack in the bottom of the coffin and the width of a Coke bottle.

The fat man inserted the iron thorn into the crack and stirred. I said, "Pull everything aside. I want to read the genealogy behind the coffin lid." The fat man said, "Pull aside, you have to get it all out!"

The fat man can really take sheep easily. I don't bother to care about him, let him do it quickly. He even put on his gloves and reached directly into the coffin. Soon he caught something and pulled it out. Only halfway through, the fat man yelled.

What he pulled out turned out to be the hand of a wet corpse.

"Don't be surprised, you haven't seen it before!" I said.

"It's not this, look at your fingers." He said.

I saw that all the fingers on this hand were wearing rings. The ring glowed with a very strange light, not like a gem or metal.

And the shape of the ring is very strange—just looking at it, I know that it is absolutely impossible to be the style of the Central Plains, it is probably from the Western Regions, or even from the Nepal area at that time.

The wet corpse's fingernails are very long, but they don't seem dangerous. The fat man took off the rings one by one, put them directly into his pocket, and said, "I was taken aback by the luxuriant hand! I thought the Zhang family was a particularly simple and low-key ethnicity, like a small Like brother, you just need to inhale and drink dew every day."

I said in my heart, it's precious to feed my brother! Such a big person, even if they call the police bureau to report a disappearance, the phone bill is much higher than that of a few antiques.

We are friends with my little brother—I heard some other people say that the price of the dumb Zhangjia Lama is terribly high, and the appearance fee is definitely higher than that of Jay Chou, although he can't sing a song.

He put down the last ring before handing it to me: Come, naive, take a look, and estimate it casually.

"Didn't you say you are not for money?"

"I didn't say, I said you should open it and take a look, but I didn't say that I can't hold sheep easily. Open a coffin for three minutes, and hold the sheep for a few seconds. It won't delay you."

I took a look, it was a jade ring, the value of which could not be estimated, just said: Wandering between rubbish and national treasure. Go back to help you ask, you now hurry up and continue.

"You don't need to say it." The fat man said, directly holding the wet corpse's hand, and pulling the whole corpse out of the coffin bit by bit. When the head of the corpse was torn out of the gap, I couldn't help but breathe in a cold breath.

"This corpse's hair is so long?" I said. The hair of the corpse was so long that it covered many parts of the corpse.

The fat man took a deep breath, pretending to be calm and authentic: "The ancients had very long hair, so-called long hair fluttering, with disheveled hair. You haven't seen many ancient dramas where the prisoners are disheveled, and all of them can be advertised on Sassoon. "

I shook my head and said softly: But it's not so long. This hair is so long that you don’t need to bother others for hanging. It’s probably enough to skip rope.

The fat man said: After many people die, their hair will grow for a long time, which is not surprising.

I thought to myself how could it be possible, given the length of this hair, it must have grown for hundreds of years, and it has grown into a damn kelp! But I didn't want to think about it anymore, so I said: Yes, leave it alone, hurry up!

The fat man first touched the corpse with an iron thorn, and found that there was no sign of corpse transformation, so he searched the whole body directly.

Seeing that there was nothing else, I just threw it aside. After the corpse fell to the ground, it seemed to be oxidized, and it was thrown a few pieces directly.

I said that I was too disrespectful and I apologized immediately. The fat man completely ignored him and said: A corpse that does not change into a dead body is not a good corpse. As he said, he raised his flashlight and continued to look inside the coffin.

"This is the ancestor of the Zhang family after all." I said.

"Stop talking nonsense, did you find what you were looking for?" the fat man asked me.

But at this time, I found something was wrong. I pulled the fat man over and said in horror: Damn! Why is the liquid in this corpse green? Could it be the corpse of Milotuo

The broken corpse was lying on the stone slab, and the clothes all over his body had rotted into masses of decay, and I couldn't see the way it was when I was wearing it.

There was liquid flowing out of it, and it was very green. The hair covers almost all parts, only the open mouth on the face can be seen. There was a lot of liquid in the broken corpse, spreading on the stone slab continuously.

This is the first time I have seen such a situation, with a cold sweat on my head. The fat man said: It makes no sense. The corpse is a wet corpse. All the body fluids should be mixed with the liquid in the coffin. Where did the green liquid come from

"In the bones," I said. "There is green fluid in the bones—probably in the bone marrow."

But what makes me strange is that a fat man who is not stingy is also obviously uncomfortable, and he shrinks back. The arrogant arrogance just now disappeared.

I took a picture of the fat man and said: Would you like to give me an explanation, or give me some advice, what should we do now

The fat man said: Don't be kidding, now is not the time to make a joke. I remembered an unbearable past!

I asked: What's the past? Is this your old lover

"Your old lover is like this, your whole family's old lover is like this!" The fat man said: I have a very good friend who was exactly the same as this corpse when he died.

The fat man pressed the chest of the corpse with an iron stab, tried to pick up the hair on the corpse, and a collar appeared in front of us.

"Sure enough." The fat man said.

"If you have a fart, let it go, we still have business!"

"This person died of a very serious corpse poison. The ancestors of this family must have died very miserably. They should have been drunk Chinese medicine and died alive, and there are signs of corpse transformation after death. This green body fluid should It is caused by corpse poisoning into the bone.

Because he was alive and had cartilage at the time, these body fluids were sealed in the bone marrow. "The fat man said: "I've only seen this collar once. It's used to prevent the corpse from changing. You see, there are many ancient jade on it. "

"Are there still dangers now?" I asked.

The fat man shook his head: "No. Probably not, it's all like this. Even if you are a zongzi, you are also a disabled zongzi. We don't need to be afraid. It's just that I am afraid that these things are poisonous.

Our respiratory tract is already damaged, and it is easy for accidents. However, it seems that this is certainly not the first generation of Zhang Qiling. "

"Why do you say that?"

"He has no blood, Zhang Qiling will not be poisoned by corpses."

"Then why is the pattern on his coffin the same as that on Zhang Qiling's coffin?" I asked.

The fat man said: "Maybe the pattern is not to mark his identity, but to mark his death by accident."

This can no longer be judged, and no one knows what the situation was like at that time.

I looked around—on the way we came in, no traces of transportation were found. The coffin must have been transported from the inside. They transported the coffin from the inside and placed it here indiscriminately. This project is quite huge and consumes much energy.

If this thing is really not important, why do they spend so much effort to carry out something that does not seem to be particularly important

"Innocent!" The fat man called me behind me. I turned my head and said, "What are you doing?"

"I was wrong." The fat man said: "This thing is still dangerous." I turned my head and saw that the corpse on the ground had grown black hairs, which looked like a big hedgehog at first glance.