The sky gradually darkened, and there were no lights in the mountains. On the night of the second day of junior high school, the moon was a thin line, as if a hole had been cut in the sky, and the thin moonlight leaked out. The wild jujube trees were like monsters standing in the dark. .
The mountains and forests are silent, and occasionally the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves can be heard. A mountain owl hides somewhere and makes a long cry and a short cry.
Not far from the mausoleum area, three men in black were squatting in the tall grass and eating bread.
"You said... there won't be wolves here, right?" Yin Zhou poked Lin Yan nervously, "Take a bottle of water, I'm dying of thirst."
"It's the last bottle, save it, we didn't bring enough to eat when we came out." Lin Yan handed over the half of the remaining mineral water bottle, staring at the orange lights of the plywood house from afar, ending the busy day of construction workers and guards. The people in the mausoleum are gathering inside to drink and play cards.
"I knew I would be hungry all night, and I would have to finish the sliced noodles that big brother invited this afternoon..." Yin Zhou complained.
While talking, the light went out again.
"Mistake, I should buy some Mongolian sweat medicine and put it in their meals, so we can save us from waiting." Yin Zhou continued to mutter, and slapped his arm, "Damn revolution is not so miserable, I will be bitten to death by mosquitoes .”
The surrounding area is covered with wormwood and tall wild sorghum, and there is a chilly wind blowing.
"Haven't you heard of it? It's bitter or not. Think about the 25,000 Long March." Lin Yan broke a piece of bread and stuffed it into Yin Zhou's mouth, "I must follow, don't blame me for not warning you."
"Hey, listen, the dog has eaten my conscience." Yin Zhou muttered, his legs became numb, he lost his balance halfway through the stand, and sat down on the grass, making a rattling sound.
The little Taoist turned his head and made a silent gesture, pointing to the bungalow in the distance. There was only the last lamp left, and the night dyed his pale face a layer of dark blue, and his calm eyes resembled a hunting lynx.
"Okay, buddy has practiced." Yin Zhou lay side by side with him, a little surprised.
Lin Yan turned over and sat up, stuffed the remaining half piece of bread into his backpack, narrowed his eyes: "I'm all asleep, pack up, let's leave in half an hour."
"Turn out the flashlight, use mine first, and keep yours as a spare." Lin Yan glanced at his watch, the luminous dial glowed green in the darkness.
"Come, come here." The little Taoist said softly.
A yellow light from a flashlight flashed over, and it looked like a middle-aged man who had received three people during the day, wearing a coat, coughing and closing the big iron gate of the mausoleum area, the iron chain was wrapped around the gate three times, click It was locked with a sound, and then paced back.
The moon moved up a little.
The three of them stooped and groped towards the gate. They couldn't help being a little excited and nervous. They stepped on their feet for a while, and bumped into the back of the person in front of them. They couldn't hold back their laughter.
"Brothers, your skills are definitely comparable to those of the underground members of the Red Army. It's a pity that the timing is not right, and there is no use for heroes..." Before Yin Zhou could finish speaking, Lin Yan slapped him on the forehead, so he had to shut up.
The gate is very high, and the hollow railing has a foothold, so it is not difficult to climb.
Lin Yan and Yin Zhou played together since they were young, and they had a tacit understanding of climbing over walls and houses. A run-up kicked a few times and jumped up. The iron door was dropped by their weight and there was a sound. Turning down and waiting for a while after landing, the little Taoist priest followed after there was no movement on the construction site.
Ayan was thin and weak, and it was okay to climb up, but when she was going down, she was holding on to the railing tightly, and her already white face looked even more bloodless.
"It's okay, I can't fall, I'll follow you." Lin Yan stretched out his arms, Ayan carefully moved two steps down, jumped down, just right into Lin Yan's arms, and almost fell with him.
The little Taoist put his arms around Lin Yan's neck, and his face turned red.
The faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine hit his face, and something hard hit his chest. Lin Yan helped him steady, and said with a smile, "What are you wearing? It hurts." Pulling the black rope around his collar, the little Taoist couldn't dodge , a small wooden carving was brought out, and it was Lin Yan, so lifelike.
A Yan's face became even redder, and she hurriedly stuffed the wood carving back, explaining in a stuttering way: "You, you said you wanted it when you first came to my house, and you haven't, never dared to give it to you..."
Xiao Yu walked straight in through the railing, with a gloomy expression, and walked past the two of them.
Lin Yan was a little embarrassed, pretending to be nonchalant, turned around and chased after Xiao Yu, while thinking about finding a time to talk to A Yan, but A Yan took a step ahead of him, her voice was very small and trembling: "I know, you don't need to worry about me. "
His face was even paler with a lingering flush in his cheeks.
The miner's lamps on both sides of the tomb passage were extinguished, and the darkness was bottomless. A beam of yellow light from the flashlight was useless at all, and within a few meters it was swallowed up in the thick blackness that smelled of decay.
Fortunately, the elevator can still be used, and the small green light flickering in the dark is like an eye. As it descends deeper into the ground, the surrounding area is getting colder and colder, piercing to the bone.
When the muffled sound of metal falling to the ground echoed in the underground palace, the three of them walked lightly and tiptoed through the last corridor. The one specially imitated to welcome tourists is not the original one, dripping with cold red paint.
The beam of the flashlight scanned the tomb passage, and the thin yellow light appeared dim and sparse in the darkness.
At midnight when no one disturbed, this ancient tomb showed its original appearance, ancient blue bricks, half-remnant dome, memory decay, a piece of decayed floating remnants, creaking and trembling sound, the door hinge opened, The darkness rushes towards the face, like a huge heavy mouth, trying to swallow people up.
Nothing is heavier than the cemetery. Everyone has been rushing here non-stop since birth. Prosperity is just a passing scene, and death is warm and eternal. The three of them stood side by side, no one dared to enter first, but Xiao Yu came out with a blank expression on his face, and took the lead to slowly slide into the century-old scene that belonged to him.
Lin Yan suddenly panicked, afraid of being left behind by him, so he took a few steps to follow. Yin Zhou behind him suddenly gasped, pointed at Xiao Yu's back and screamed: "What is that?"
"I saw a white shadow, in front of us, there are dirty things here, Lin Zi, come back quickly!"
Lin Yan turned around and smiled wryly: "He is Xiao Yu, the ghost who has been following us."
"In the darkest place, fierce ghosts appear." A Yan stared ahead, her brows furrowed.
Yin Zhou's breathing became heavy, Lin Yan patted him on the shoulder: "Relax, he won't hurt anyone, it's fine."
"I rely on you to be so calm. He's a ghost. It's the first time I've seen a living ghost..." Lin Yan interrupted him irritably, "It's okay, it's not a zoo watching monkeys."
Xiao Yu regards the three people as air, without squinting. He is too familiar with this place. This cold and lonely ancient tomb is like a prison. Pass through the wall, out of sight.
Yin Zhou was dumbfounded, only the little Taoist remained calm. The flashlight swept across the tomb wall one by one, and the button was inserted. A section of the tomb was lit up with dim lights. It was a wall lamp. Can't even get a needle in.
Various funerary cultural relics are placed in the display cabinets, black lacquer painted cups, silver chopsticks and silver spoons, blue and white porcelain, vegetable jade ornaments, a roll of cigarette yellow books, pens and inks, carefully and carefully prepared, and a large glass cabinet against the wall, side by side The three sets of clothing were propped up on shelves, and they were so decayed that they couldn't see the color, as if they had been baked by fire.
"What is this?" Yin Zhou pointed to a display case, Lin Yan leaned over to look at it, and said softly, "The wooden figurines are all wrapped in wax, and these are more used when people are buried with the dead. The preparations are complete, and the owner of the tomb should have no worries about food and clothing during his lifetime. Although the location of this tomb is strange, the specification is definitely a generous burial."
"We don't have much time, we have to get out before dawn and work."
"We removed the anti-theft measures, and see if there is anything special in these exhibits." Yin Zhou ordered.
Yin Zhou and A Yan were busy separately. One spread screwdrivers and needle-nose pliers all over the floor, and the other took out various tools from his bag to carefully pry open the door. Lin Yan was restless and pretended to inspect the funeral objects with a flashlight. Covering his chest with one hand, his scalp felt numb from shock.
From the moment I entered the tomb, my heart began to jump for no reason. Dreams and souls were scattered and erratic. Every thing, toy, was like the sound of ancient lutes and yueqin, trying to awaken a trace of memory in the void.
During the Lantern Festival, colorful lanterns are hung everywhere, lantern riddles are guessed, a pear case is also a black lacquer bowl painted with gold, and delicate side dishes are also placed. For those who sell wine, the lamp market is like daytime, and tourists are like weaving.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door...
With a splitting headache, he staggered two steps and gasped for breath.
Clap, clap.
With a soft hissing sound, the wall lamp was instantly extinguished, and the entire tomb was plunged into darkness, and then two dim flashlights came on, and Yin Zhou threw down the screwdriver: "It's done, I cut off the switch of the sensor on the door, and I want to open it." Which showcase will be done separately, it’s up to you, Taoist priest.”
A Yan responded, and sat cross-legged in front of the anti-theft door, pulled out the latch horizontally, and used a thin metal strip to hold the spring in the lock hole. After repeated experiments, this kind of anti-theft door is connected with a seven-fold lock, and if one mistake is made, the spring will be stuck. I can only use a hammer to remove the door, so I concentrate on wiping the sweat on my pants from time to time, wipe my forehead and continue to operate.
Startled from the soul, Lin Yan's heart was beating wildly. He wished he could escape from the ancient tomb engraved with his early memories immediately. He restrained himself and looked around for Xiao Yu. The ghost entered the coffin of the underground palace alone, leaving him alone. People stay outside.
"It's done, it's done." The little Taoist wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned the doorknob, and pushed it in.
Yin Zhou strode over, and just about to enter the door suddenly bounced back like an electric shock, his voice trembling: "There... there are... dead people inside, right?"
Lin Yan didn't answer, pushed him away, took a deep breath, and walked into the tomb.
The ink-like darkness is suffocating, as if stepping into the underworld. Lin Yan is not nervous, his throat is dry and rustling, and he can't even speak after swallowing a few mouthfuls. The beam of the flashlight is dangling, scanning around the stone room .
Everything has hardly changed from the last time I came here. The coffin room is long and narrow, and a two-foot-high stone platform with a square meter of more than ten square meters is built against the wall, called the coffin bed. After a long time, the black paint on the surface of the wood has been mottled and peeled off, exposing the hard and brittle wood, which seems to be broken into thin slices at the touch of a touch. The head of the coffin enshrines a dry ever-burning lamp, and the tablet without words is dark, solemn and sad.
In order to protect the body from oxidation, the tomb room cannot be ventilated, and the strong rotting smell that has accumulated for many years is pungent and pungent. Lin Yan and the little Taoist are fine, but Yin Zhou was already coughing and coughing as soon as he stepped in. .
Xiao Yu stood in front of the coffin, dressed in plain white brocade, and looked at Lin Yan quietly.
Lin Yan walked over and grabbed his hand, and said softly, "We are going to open the coffin, do you agree?"
Xiao Yu didn't speak, his hands were trembling, he grabbed Lin Yan tightly, his nails dug into the flesh, and it hurt.
"Don't do this, I'm scared, I'm scared to death, I've seen so many corpses, I never thought that the person in the coffin has anything to do with me..." Lin Yan gritted his teeth, his palms were sweating, "I just tell you I am helping you, so I can support everything."
Lin Yan forced a smile with difficulty: "If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence."
Xiao Yu was silent for a while, then nodded.
Yin Zhou raised his flashlight and approached the coffin. The coffin lid was removed by a gap during the previous excavation. With a push, the wood crackled and sawdust fell down. Lin Yan saw it from the corner of his eye. Said: "Don't touch!"
Yin Zhou was startled, and quickly withdrew his hand.
"He doesn't like others to move." Lin Yan said wearily, "Cleanliness."
"No way, they are all skeletons, where can they be clean?"
Lin Yan shook his head: "You don't understand."
Two months ago, he walked into the underground palace anxiously, and a room full of people was waiting for him in the front hall. Back then, it was not as tidy as it is now. Broken porcelain pieces were scattered all over the floor, jars and bottles were covered in mud, and they were scattered all over the place. , but everyone, seeing him enter the door, stopped what they were doing and watched him enter the coffin chamber. He opened the coffin with his own hands, and tidied up the corpses with his own hands. For a person who is used to cleanliness, even if he turns into a corpse, he is the only one who will touch him for the rest of his life...
Feeling confused for a moment, Lin Yan waved his hands to get the two of them out of the way. He climbed onto the coffin bed and cleaned the chute with a fine brush. His movements were as gentle as treating a sleeping lover, and he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Xiao Yu appeared behind him at some point, with sad eyes, Lin Yan turned his head and touched his face with the back of his hand, and said softly: "Hey, go and wait."
Yin Zhou was surprised and wanted to say something, but was dragged out by the little Taoist priest.
The heavy coffin lid moved away inch by inch, and when the head and neck of the deceased just emerged from the gap, a hand stretched out to block Lin Yan's eyes, refusing to let go.
"Don't look." Xiao Yu said.
Lin Yan broke away his hand, turned his head and gave Xiao Yu a fierce look: "Are you afraid that I will despise you?"
Xiao Yu's eyes flickered, and he stood in front of him: "Let them come."
Lin Yan put his arms around his neck and said wearily: "When we were not together, did you ever dislike me when I was masturbating at home while watching GV while we were talking about getting married?"
"...you are fine no matter what."
"That's it, isn't it just to look at the bones, next time I go to the hospital to take an X-ray, and it will be like this, I'll show you enough, is it even?" Lin Yan teased him, "Now I think you are real , really, it’s really pretty.”
Xiao Yu pinched his face and walked around to the end of the coffin. The two of them removed the coffin lid together. In the light of the flashlight, a complete skeleton was lying on layers of embroidery, with its head slightly tilted to one side, as if sleeping. caught. Hundreds of years of time and humid environment made the corpse calcified, yellow and moldy, black, ligaments decayed, joints fell off, hand bones and toe bones were scattered in pieces, and part of the hair was still intact, sticking to the skull and winding all the way to the waist.
The outermost layers of the shroud are well preserved. They were stripped out during the first excavation and hung in a glass box in the front hall for people to visit. Lin Yan did not dare to touch the inner garment, fearing that the bones would be damaged and stick to the corpse after a long period of time. It is a long black piece, and the shape of the ribs can be vaguely seen.
How beautiful and handsome he was during his lifetime, but after his death, it was shocking for no reason.
It's not uncomfortable in my heart, I gritted my teeth and endured it, and refused to let him see a little bit.
The fingernails pinched the palm of the hand and turned red.
When Yin Zhou and A Yan came in, Lin Yan was sitting on the coffin bed resting, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, soaked in the cold, cold and sticky, uncomfortable, seeing the two of them coming in, Lin Yan squeezed out a weak smile, pointed Pointing to the coffin: "Go and see, don't do anything."
The ghost knew that others were afraid of him, so he consciously retreated to the other side of the tomb, leaning against the wall in a daze, a blurred white shadow in the dim light, like a scene cut out of a horror movie.
Yin Zhou stared at Lin Yan condescendingly, was silent for a while, took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it to him: "Go out and smoke, there is a fire alarm inside." After speaking, he turned and walked towards Xiao Yu with big strides.
"Hello." The otaku scratched his hair, a little at a loss, "It's the first time we meet, my name is Yin Zhou, and I am a friend who grew up with Lin Yan."
"I can see that Lin Zi likes you, treat him well, if you treat him badly, regardless of whether you are a human or a ghost, my buddies will definitely beat you hard for him."
Lin Yan was stunned, seeing Yin Zhou's stupefied look and Xiao Yu's astonishment, he couldn't help turning his head and sniggering, his eyes were covered by a layer of mist while smiling.