At this point, the archeological event that was completely recorded in the Secret Investigation Bureau’s files was really over, because they didn’t find any problems in this tomb, and in the end they didn’t figure out why the barren hills would change. It became the Green Hat Mountain, where did the dull noise come from after the master came to the tomb, what caused the archaeological team to suffer heavy casualties, and what made the Green Hat Mountain bald overnight.
In the end, the ambiguity in the file was analyzed in all aspects, both geology and soil measurement. All kinds of data were so complete that they couldn't be more complete, but it was still nothing.
"Have you seen enough?" Chongyang asked me.
"It's very interesting." I said, "you can read it as a tomb robbing novel. It has all the beginnings, inheritances and turns, and there is an open ending at the end."
Chongyang nodded quite agreeably, "It's just that if there are so many file boxes in it, if you want to find what you want, you don't know when it is."
Chongyang said that it gave me some inspiration.
Because there are too many boxes, the incident of the Yellow River Strange Mountain just now only accounted for three or four boxes. The data was so complete that even the diaries of the deceased were written down on paper for filing. This filing was abnormal. It has arrived, and even the paragraphs that the owner of the diary has crossed out have been forcibly identified. The content is copied down and then crossed out.
Therefore, this information is not only abundant, but also cumbersome, and it is not well organized.
The inspiration from Chongyang is that since the keys and envelope are all left by Ning Shan, there must be his purpose. If there is no need to throw it to me in such a large warehouse and let me find his intentions by myself. In this case You may not find it for a day.
"Let's look deeper." I said, "The things Ningshan left for me will not be hidden and tucked, but should be in the bright spot.
This Dongxing warehouse is about ten or twenty meters wide, and its depth is very exaggerated. For the time being, under the cover of various sundries, no end is visible.
Two people walked backwards holding the power bank. The boxes at the back slowly disappeared, and the debris was gone. I looked at those things that I didn’t know where they were brought from, and I thought that if I took them out, I might be able to go to the archives , And I guess I can use Ning as the name to appear in today's statement.
The last part of the warehouse was empty. The two glanced at it, and there was nothing, they were going to go back and take a closer look, but Chongyang stopped me: "That wall is a little weird."
I also looked carefully to see where there should be a door, but over time, due to the influence of mold, the color is somewhat similar to the wall, so in such a large range of walls, a cursory glance may really be too small.
The two walked over and found that there was also a lock on the door. The door itself was closed tightly, and Chongyang tried to kick it. It was strong, not wooden, but some kind of alloy.
On a whim, I took out the door key and tried it, and it opened with a click.
"I have heard of a lock with several keys, but never heard of a key with several locks." I said in surprise.
"Pay attention to the elegant words." Chongyang pointed out calmly.
"I'm going to say, several, several, several."
Chongyang rolled his eyes and was too lazy to argue with me, "It should be a special lock, the keyhole is the same."
Two people pushed in the door. This door was quite thick, and the texture was really strong, unlike the door, which was rusty and sparsely rusty.
However, this is also true. The door is made to be tattered and will not attract attention. As for the secret room inside, which seems to be important at first, of course, it must be a stronger door. At this point, the two people can already confirm that the place Ningshan wants me to come is behind this door, and the strange shapes and boxes in the warehouse are not that important.
After entering, the space is very narrow, and the entrance is a ladder that extends underground. After turning a few turns, you can't see where to go, and the light from the power bank is really not that bright.
A chill came up from below, and I couldn't help but shiver, "Fuck, is it going to start again?"
As long as this is a matter of going to the horizon, it is no good. Now two people have two power banks in their hands. What should we do if there are any monsters below here. It's so dark...
With a clatter behind him, orange lights slowly lit up along the stairs. Although it was still dim, it was not dark anymore.
"I saw a switch on the wall, so I pressed it."
"Don't touch it randomly, what if it is a mechanism that fires all arrows?"
Chongyang rolled his eyes again. After all, if this place really had a mechanism that sent thousands of arrows, it would be impossible for Ning Shan to let me come. After all, my status was still more important.
Although I understand this truth, I still feel a little embarrassed in my heart. I don't know how deep this stairwell is and what's down here. "
There are no extra decorations in the stairwell, just the smooth walls and the spiraling down stairs. The stairs are well repaired. The handrails are painted and floor tiles are laid on the steps. It’s just that no one will come for too long and the color is dim. , It's all dusty.
The two of them had been walking in the countryside, only the sound of empty footsteps, they went down about three or four stories high, and finally reached the end, but it was still a small room, there were not many things in the room, only A camp bed, and a partition screen.
"There were people living in this place. The two of us walked up to the small single bed. There were two layers of mattresses, and one quilt was neatly laid out. It was as if the owner had just left. But in fact, it was already covered with dust, and although the patterns on it could still be seen, it was already too dirty.
Except for this bed accident, on the left hand side is a square opening similar to a vent, about seventy or eighty centimeters in diameter.
On the right hand side is the screen, which divides the small room that was not originally wide.
Two people walked to the screen and I tried to pull it, but the thing was already very brittle, and it cracked with a little force, and it fell apart, and the fragments fell to the ground, stirring up dust.
The two of them covered their mouths and noses and moved back. The dust was very thick. After all, it had been so many years and the dim orange light above their heads had been covered a lot.
In the vagueness, I could still see that there was still something behind the screen, but for a while I couldn't see exactly what it was, but it was vaguely like a desk or something.
When the dust settled, Chongyang and I were stunned and looked at each other. Obviously, we didn't expect to see this kind of thing here.
It was indeed a table, but there was still a person sitting behind the table.
It was a corpse.
Chongyang and I quickly calmed down and walked to the mummy sitting behind the desk, knowing that most of what Ning Shan wanted to show me was here.
This mummified corpse was lying on the table. He should have been in this position before he died. After death, the secretions in the corpse had solidified on the table and mixed with dust.
"How could this corpse form a mummy?" Chongyang had some doubts.
"Maybe this room has been well insulated from water vapor. When I was in the warehouse, there were mildew spots everywhere, but after entering the stairwell, it was very dry. Although there was a lot of dust, it was not humid."
Chongyang nodded, "Yes, those quilts are also very dry, and this screen is only brittle, not decayed."
Going to see the mummy, he was wrinkled and could not see his age, and the clothes on his body had been glued together by secretions, and it was black. As for the desk, there are some things.
There was only one equipment bag. Two people turned over the contents of the bag and found that they were all compressed biscuits. On the other side is a box of drinking water.
Chongyang looked at the ground, "This person probably hasn't lived here for long."
I also nodded, "Yes, I only drank three or four bottles of drinking water, and I didn't eat a few compressed biscuits at all."
He brought some food, but didn't eat much at all, so he died on the desk.
The two went to look at the desk again. There was nothing on the desk, but in the drawer under the corpse, Chongyang found a very thick file bag.
There is only one line on it.
Ning Chuan pro-initiated. (End of this chapter)