Knowing that there is no such toxic dust here, the fat man became arrogant a lot, and when he came to the next door, he kicked in.
The situation inside is almost the same as the next door, except that the shape of the coffin is different, it is a slender coffin. There are golden floral paint on the coffin that is difficult to distinguish, and it seems that a woman was buried.
I ignored it and continued to look at the epitaph, and found that my judgment was wrong. The coffin was still a man.
This person is called Zhang Ruishan, who is also the "Chessboard Zhang". I read his life and found that he was basically the same as the one we saw next door. He should have died in the same fire, so the place where he was killed is the same. adjacent.
The only difference is that this person's parents are not as well-known as the one next door, but they are treated the same because they are "familiar with a mausoleum" and "good at managing".
And in many details, I can see that Zhang Ruishan has a different personality from the one next door.
The character next door is quite modest, and this Zhang Ruishan seems to have read foreign books, "understand the truth, if it is an essay", he should be a more open-minded school, and his writing is good.
The fat man said that these people in this row should have died during the same fire. If I want to find new clues, I still have to go a little further, maybe I can see something newer.
I thought so, so the two of them went out and walked along the corridor all the way. I always walked half a floor before talking, because it is normal for dozens of people to die if a firearm is used in ordinary fires.
But after walking a distance of about 16 or 7 meters, the fat man and I stopped immediately.
Because we suddenly saw that at the interruption of the corridor, the door of a room was opened.
This obviously cannot be opened by us.
When we took a photo with a flashlight, we found that the door of this room was particularly large, three times larger than the one in the next room, and the decoration inside the room was completely different.
Looking inside, a huge coffin was opened, and the coffin lid was closed again without us—the coffin lid was on the ground.
"What's the situation?" The fat man looked at me, "Brother, have they been here?"
I shook my head: "But the person in this coffin must be different from the others. Look at this tomb, it's a presidential suite."
We walked in, and I found something wrong as soon as I shot the ground. There were no footprints on the ground, and the door shaft of the opened door was old, and the cracks that had been kicked had rotted quite badly.
The outer edge of the coffin was covered with dust, and there were many incense burners in the room, which were also covered with dust around the edge of the tomb.
This door has been opened for a long time, and the coffin has also been opened for a long time. Looking at the thickness of the dust, it has been at least ten years.
"It looks like someone has been here before us, but it's not my brother."
"Is it the last funeral?"
"*** After the funeral, you can steal a tomb? Your ancestor must be mad." I said, "It can't be a funeral, this is a tomb robbery."
"Damn, we guys are really good at coaxing, just find one to go out. It's also a leader in the world of tomb robbers in Megatron. Fatty, I'm also known as the fat prince of the world of tombs.
A few of us came to this place, all the fucking hard work, how much the fucking life is still unclear, is there anything more powerful than us? "
"Didn't the ghost tell me. At that time, many of them had entered the ancient building, but died inside. This coffin may have been opened by the group of people. That was also thirty years ago."
"Aren't they coming to the funeral procession, why did they steal things by the way?"
I said: "Those people are originally from tomb robbers. Some people are not of high quality, so the possibility of looting the sheep is very high.
Moreover, the struggle at that time was too fierce. If the group of people entered the building, whether there was any other purpose, the ghost may not know, or did not want to say, but under the circumstances at the time, it was possible. "
I took a photo inside the coffin—the huge coffin was a bone, completely covered by dust, and the situation was similar to what I saw before. I turned my head and looked at the wall to see the name of this man—this awesome guy Who the hell is it
After taking a look, I was taken aback for a moment, thinking that I had made a mistake, and then I walked over and looked closer, and I saw three familiar words—Zhang Qiling.
"This is my coffin." The fat man said, "It turns out that my brother is a big dumpling!"
"Don't be nonsense," I said, raising the flashlight immediately, and carefully reading the text behind.
This must be strange, it can't be what it seems on the surface.