Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Endless Shinto

Professor Li stopped clamoring to study the archways and murals along the way this time. He and Fatty broke their hands and sprained their feet. They supported each other and chatted about family affairs, becoming a pair of year-end friends. Shirley Yang kept silent about what happened just now. I knew she was afraid of arousing the fear of the team, so she stopped thinking about it and focused on the journey. The long and dark Shinto seemed to have no end, extending to a distance beyond the reach of the naked eye. We walked for half an hour, and there was still seemingly endless granite under our feet. Everyone slowed down in unison.Wang Qingzheng stopped and walked, and finally got mixed up with us directly.

"How long have we been gone? An hour? Forty minutes?" "It's been an hour since I came down, but I went back and forth several times in the middle. It really takes thirty minutes at most." "That's not too little," Young Master Wang snapped his fingers, "at least two or three kilometers down, why haven't you walked out of the Shinto? Is there a fork in the middle of the road, and we missed it?" "There are walls on both sides, where is the fork in the road. Go on, Huashan has been a road since ancient times, and you are afraid that there will be no way at the end?" The fat man supported Professor Li and sweated profusely, "The two of us wounded didn't cry tired, you What can you complain about if you are good at hands and feet? You are really the young master of capitalism, who is professional and skilled."

I saw that Professor Li was quite old and still wounded, and I couldn't bear it, so I asked him if he could persevere.The old man was very stubborn, and he waved his hand and stretched out five fingers and said, "Don't ask if the Long March is hard or not, you can go another 25,000!" "Okay, if you are not tired, we will not be tired anymore, let's continue walking." I thought that I would be able to enter the main hall of the tomb through the Shinto after walking for half an hour at most, but another 30 minutes passed, and there was still nothing to do. See signs of the way out.

"Old Hu, wait, Professor Li is about to collapse." The fat man frantically supported Professor Li. The old man's clothes were soaked, even his eyelashes were covered with sweat, and he kept chanting "" The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulties of the expedition." Shirley Yang picked up the water bottle and fed him water. He drank half and vomited half, and finally collapsed on the ground, unable to walk a half step anymore. "It's a bit mysterious!" The fat man pointed to the two walls and said, "There are rock walls everywhere, and the surrounding scenery has not changed much. Do you think you have encountered a ghost hitting the wall?"

I shook my head: "In the past, I was afraid of bumping into each other. I left marks along the way, and so far I haven't found any repeated marks." "But it's unscientific. We ran for more than an hour. This is the Forbidden City. It's time to walk around. Besides, it's a straight line. You said that the tyrant Yingzheng hid the stove so deep? Could it be possible to go with Wanli?" Like the Great Wall, stretching beyond the pass?" Young Master Wang's physical strength is much better than when he was in Peru, but the current environment is much worse than that time, the air is turbid, the surroundings are dark, the concept of time is blurred underground, and the fatigue is doubled. Feeling gradually suffocated, wishing to poke a piece of sky on the top of the head immediately.

The fat man collapsed into a "big" shape and lay on the ground. I asked him to hand over his backpack, and he shook his head and said, "Just rest for a while. When we jumped in the queue, we went to the town to watch a play. One night, this little road is nothing." Shirley Yang said: "This is the first time I have seen such a long Shinto. I don't know if it can be the longest in the world." Professor Li took out his work diary again, and began to record what he saw and heard along the way.Owen may be the one with the most physical strength among the few of us. His recovery ability is very good, and it seems that he has recovered from the shock just now.He took out a binoculars from his bag, and observed the situation in front of him as if seriously.The fat man said: "What are you trying to do? Stop making trouble." Wang Dashao said that this is the latest product of their factory. It has low-light night vision function, which is more advanced than the infrared telescope during the Vietnam War. It is expected to enter the mainstream market.I said, "How dare your family sell arms?"

He disdainfully said: "Independent research and development, assembly line production, transportation and sales one-stop service. How much money can you make by reselling these years? I'm pissed." I thought to myself, no wonder the old Wang family is rich and powerful, so it turns out that there is such a trick behind the scenes.Then his acquaintance with Lin Fang must not be accidental, and the entanglement of interests between the two parties is not as simple as a tomb of King Qin. Shirley Yang took the opportunity of rest to check the wounds for the fat man and Professor Li, and then helped them change the bandages and plasters.

"Let's go after a proper rest. After a long rest, people will get rusty." Professor Li wrote the last few words meticulously, and put the cap back on his pen. "The overall altitude of Niangniang Mountain does not exceed two thousand meters. How big is it? No matter how long the divine way is, it can reach the sky? My old man is not afraid, so what do you young people have to worry about?" After Owen scouted the situation ahead, he came back and said, "Nothing has been found yet." After replenishing water, we continued on our journey.This time, Professor Li walked ahead with high spirits, saying that he would set an example for us, but soon, his pace slowed down.In the end, everyone didn't even have the strength to speak, and the whole team was surprisingly quiet. If it wasn't for looking back once or twice from time to time, I could hardly feel the existence of other people.This tormented situation lasted for a long time, my consciousness gradually became blurred, and my walking depended on mechanical repetition.Mingming shouted "stop and rest, stop and rest" countless times in his heart, but his body didn't listen at all.I even began to wonder if I was bewitched.

The long silence was finally broken by Shirley Yang's shouts.She grabbed me, raised her arm and pointed to the watch on her wrist and said, "I haven't walked since just now." I didn't understand what she meant, and she said again: "When I was bandaging Professor Li's wound, I checked the time. It was five o'clock in the morning. Look at the time indicated by the pointer now." The hour hand stopped at five o'clock. "Did you fall?" The previous fight was very fierce, maybe it was broken at that time. Shirley Yang shook her head. She turned around and asked Professor Li, who was following behind, what time is it now. In front of your eyes."

The fat man was puzzled: "Why is it only five o'clock? I remember it was already dawn when we came down. Is the watch broken?" "Nonsense, my watch is a prize for the champion of the National Labor Skills Competition. I adjust the time on the radio every day, and I can say responsibly that I can't be wrong by a single second." "What do you mean we've been underground all day? It's five o'clock in the afternoon." "This, this..." Professor Li himself thought it was impossible, he said doubtfully, "No matter how long the divine way is, it can't take more than ten hours..."

"Even if there is such a long Shinto, we can't go all the way to the present." Shirley Yang put down his backpack and said, "Under normal walking conditions, the limit of human beings is five hours. A journey of more than ten hours, let alone you, is We can't take it either." After she finished speaking, everyone was silent, probably holding back their energy and thinking about why.The atmosphere of fear gradually rose and permeated the team. Seeing that the situation was not going right, I coughed hastily and enlightened everyone: "From the theory of dialectical materialism, time will never stop. In this second, I and I The me in the next second is a completely different me..." After I finished speaking, everyone stared at me in unison, as if waiting for the next sentence.I had no choice but to search for relevant knowledge in my stomach, and finally came up with a set of arguments that I didn't even believe myself: "First of all, a watch is just an electronic device after all, and it can't be accurate. As a timing tool, It cannot represent time itself at all. We can even assume that there is something in the tomb that is interfering with the normal operation of electronic equipment. We have encountered such a situation. As for the divine way that cannot go out, it is very likely that the tomb designer carefully Arranged traps. Since ancient times, there have been so many anti-theft methods that it is unimaginable, but after subdivision, there are only two types. Either play hard, arrange traps such as bows and halberds, yellow sand and stones in the tomb to physically destroy the tomb robbers; Either play shady, draw talismans, cast spells, or even raise ghosts and hide monsters, and destroy the enemy on the spiritual level." "Then what are we?" "Are you willing to believe that time can stop, or are you willing to believe that the length of this Shinto has exceeded the scope of common sense?" Wang Qingzheng was the first to speak: "It must be the latter. The former has no scientific basis. There is no eternal time in the world." Shirley Yang said: "If we have to say which is more likely, we can only assume that the problem lies in Shinto itself. I estimate that we have been here for more than two hours. Of course, these two hours are reality. The time in the time is still the illusion of the human body itself, which is still unknown. We can turn back now, or continue to find the answer. The worst case is that the way back is also blocked, and we will be trapped here forever. The best The most common situation is to find the end of the Shinto and successfully reach the main hall in the No. 2 tomb." Professor Li took out his work diary, took a mouthful of saliva, opened it seriously and explained to us: "Look, this is the pattern I recorded and picked from the walls along the way. Which paragraph is repeated. This is good news, at least it shows that we are not going back, and we are not trapped in the same range.” "But where does this road lead to?" Fatty shook his flashlight, "Two hours' journey is enough to go down the mountain!" His statement caught my attention, and I analyzed it: "This section of the road to the gods is smooth, without any special steep slopes or turning points. Can it be understood that the entrance to the tomb is just a cover, and the real No. 2 tomb leads to other places, the Shinto It's just an underground highway." Shirley Yang added: "We have already learned about the situation of the No. 1 tomb. It is a simple cemetery for sacrifices. According to Wang Puyuan's news, there is no special discovery in the No. 3 tomb. It reaches more than 1,000 square meters, covering almost half of the hill. Assuming that I am the owner of the tomb, I never want my tomb to be attached to these two places. Therefore, it is very likely that the No. 2 tomb leads to other places. " I tried my best to recall the contents of the fragments, among which there were not a few descriptions of Xuzuka false caves.Some of these suspicious tomb arrangements are to confuse tomb robbers, while others are out of feng shui considerations, which must be the finishing touch on the entire feng shui plate. Shirley Yang's analysis gave me a lot of confidence. I said to everyone: "If it is really a ghost, our worries will be in vain. Chairman Mao said well, fighting with others is a lot of fun. If we lose to this little psychological pressure After that, I won’t be in this business anymore. It’s still the same old saying, go home to farm and sell sweet potatoes. Judging from the current clues, this Shinto is just pure growth and has nothing to do with those messy situations. If we can overcome the fear of the unknown The fear of moving forward, not to mention soon, at least two more hours, should see the light? Roads are built by people, science and technology were not developed in ancient times, and the living standards of ordinary people were limited. During the Qin Dynasty, they lived forty Years old is called longevity. He is cultivating for a lifetime, how long can he cultivate? Are we afraid that we will not reach the end?" The fat man immediately respected me and gave me a thumbs up to praise me for being a leader. "Commander Hu's words are justified. I don't believe he has the guts to dig out the tea hole and go to the United States. Isn't it a broken way? The food and water on our bodies can last at least a week. If we still can't get out, When I turned around, I wrote the character Wang upside down." Wang Qingzheng smiled, opened the backpack, found an alcohol stove, and then took the hanging pot and cans.I said why did this kid carry such a big bag when he came here, the young master dared to use it for an outing. "Since everyone said there is no problem, of course I have no problem. Everyone has been busy all day without eating anything. First, we need to replenish our energy and finish the rest of the way in one go. Grandpa is still waiting ahead. I don't care. Willing to get behind." The fat man cut open a box of canned food and found that it was sauced beef. Without further ado, he picked out a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.Wang Dashao immediately took out another pack of vacuum bags that were crushed flat, and I waved my hand and said, "Forget about compressed biscuits, you can't eat dry food." He opened the package, threw the food into the lunch box, poured water on it, and put The entire lunch box is placed on an alcohol blowtorch.After a while, the aroma came out. "Aren't you a ground beetle? Recently, frozen and dehydrated rations are popular, and they can be eaten immediately after being stewed in hot water. This bag is a staple food, mixed with potatoes and beef. I still have cakes and fruits here. Who wants it?" In this way, the original terrifying and dignified atmosphere was vividly transformed into an underground tea party.During the period, Fatty also made an important speech on the issue of Chinese non-staple food.Professor Li listened carefully and took detailed notes.The old man said solemnly that the little fat man had considered everything thoroughly, and that he would sort it out after returning home and try to publish it on a national publication. After a gust of wind and clouds passed, we cleaned up the small stove.The fat man patted his stomach and said, "There is food in my stomach, so I don't panic. Now I feel that all ghosts and snakes are paper tigers. Do comrades feel the same way?" I said, "I don't know anything else. Pack up all the garbage after eating. Pay attention to protecting the environment of the tomb. Don't look back and see plastic bags all over the place when the archaeological team dug in. What's the matter?" Shirley Yang helped me clean up a circle, and then everyone packed their luggage and set off.I vaccinated everyone and told them that the road ahead will be very difficult, and everyone must be mentally prepared.Facts proved that I was right, and then, after nearly three hours of tedious walking, we still did not walk out of this sacred path that deviated from common sense.My heart was shaken several times, but looking at other people, I still couldn't give up hope.In this way, everyone held their breath and walked out for another half an hour.At this time, Owen, who kept holding up the binoculars, shouted loudly: "There are people, there are people ahead!" Hearing this call was comparable to seeing an oasis in the desert, which lifted the spirits of all our staff. I snatched the binoculars, and I really saw two groups of figures shaking on the night vision screen.I handed the telescope to Shirley Yang, and she took a look and said, "There is an obvious optical reaction. I just don't know if the other party is one of us." Professor Li also rushed to look at it, and said happily: "The tomb is very spacious, with wall pillars, and obvious corridors. No matter who the other party is, at least we have successfully escaped from the Shinto." The fat man complained, spitting out sour water, "I thought the road would never end for five hours. I don't know where the top of our heads is now. I guess it must be beyond the range of Niangniang Mountain." Wang Qing was eagerly looking forward to reuniting with his family. He threw his backpack to Owen, held up a flashlight, and ran forward in a hurry.Professor Li didn't know whether it was because of emotional agitation or physical exhaustion, and his breathing became short of breath.When we saw that he had committed an old problem again, a group of people scrambled to help Professor Li sit down and gave him comfort.The old man gasped for a while, which made me terrified, for fear that he would pass if he could not catch his breath.He rolled his eyes twice, patted his chest with his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I'm too excited. Get out of the way, I'm fine." Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief, and just as I was about to turn around to see the situation on the other side of Young Master Wang, I heard a series of loud noises not far away. Shirley Yang shouted: "Something went wrong, machine gun!" I never expected that there would be an exchange of fire ahead in such a short period of time. By the time I realized it, Owen had already rushed to the hall first.The intense gunfire continued for a while and then disappeared, replaced by endless silence.When I arrived at the scene, bullets were everywhere, and Wang Dashao's flashlight rolled to the side. Shirley Yang and I looked at each other and realized that the problem was serious.As Professor Li predicted, this hall was built according to the layout of the deceased. The whole hall is empty, towering, and majestic. There are wall pillars around the hall, and the sound of our footsteps is constantly echoing.Fatty quickly chased after him with Professor Li. "Where is the person?" He looked around, picked up the flashlight and said, "Isn't this the brat's thing?" The size of the entire palace is astonishingly large, and the range of lighting equipment is limited. We still don't know who was fighting just now. Judging from the dense and short rhythm of gunfire, it looks more like a one-sided shooting.Professor Li said: "Will the enemy be ambushing us in the dark and prepare to attack us?" I said: "This area is only bright here, so we should fight early. It is important to find someone quickly, maybe we can be rescued." Said, but I still have no idea, according to Wang Qingzheng's character, if there is nothing wrong, I would have called, and it is our turn to look for it. I was thinking about where to start, when Shirley Yang secretly patted me and said mysteriously: "Don't move, there is light over there." I glanced along where her finger was, and I saw a There was a blur of white light, and there seemed to be something creeping in the darkness behind the aperture. Professor Li's eyes widened. If the fat man didn't hold him down, the old man would almost jump up.I asked Fatty to continue to use the lights as a cover, then dived down and slowly moved towards the lighted place.After getting a little closer, I realized that it was the light from a flashlight.It was a civilian flashlight wrapped in an orange plastic case, with a braided cord attached to its tail.Probably because the battery was about to run out, the light in the flashlight became dizzy, hanging from the corner of a carved armchair.I don't know who the owner of the flashlight is, let alone why it appeared in this place. I looked back and saw that the fat man was still looking around, but Shirley Yang had disappeared. I thought she must be approaching me too.I looked at the flickering light, and without hesitation, I reached out to grab the braided rope on the tail.I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment I was about to touch the rope, I seemed to see something jumping out from under the armchair. When I came back to my senses, my fingertips suddenly felt cold, and a black figure rushed up and slammed me to the ground.I protected my throat, turned sideways, and kicked without saying a word.Heiying coughed, and I rushed forward following the sound, lifted him up, and after a closer look, it turned out to be Wang Qingzheng.His eyes were bloodshot, and he kept struggling to break free from my grasp.I slapped him backhanded, and then he stopped, looked at me stupidly, froze for a moment, and then shouted: "There are so many heads! There are heads everywhere!" Although this kid Wang Qingzheng is usually not very reliable with his glib voice, he can at least be useful at critical moments. If he hadn't seen some extremely terrifying sights, he would definitely not have been frightened into such a distraught look.I quickly glanced around, but I didn't see the head he was talking about, but I saw Owen lying on the side panting.He was covered in blood and appeared to have been shot. Shirley Yang had already leaned out from the darkness at this time, and when she saw this scene, she helped Owen deal with the wound first without asking any questions.It took a while for Young Master Wang to understand, and he stammered, "I, did I hurt you?" I can't bear it, but it doesn't make any sense to lie at a time like this.When he saw me acquiescing, his expression suddenly became even more disappointed.Fatty and Professor Li successively found the lamp cup on the wall pillar of the main hall. The ten-year oil in it had not yet dried up, but the wick had long since rotted away.We tore some bandages, dipped them in kerosene and made homemade wicks. We lit five or six lamps in a row, and half the hall was lit up immediately. "Little bastard is wilting?" The fat man glanced at Owen who couldn't bear the injury, and asked me what's going on.I also don't know much about the situation at the time.Wang Qingzheng recalled: "There were obviously two people standing here before, and they disappeared after I walked by. I don't know what hit me, it was so hard, the flashlight fell off immediately, and the moment it hit the ground, I saw a person standing on the side, and it couldn’t be considered a person, anyway, it was a human-like thing that was very close to me, with heads all over its body, so I shot.” "No, what does it mean to be covered in heads?" "I can't tell. In that moment, I just saw that the man has a head from head to toe. I don't know whether I grew it or hung it up later. When the flashlight fell to the side, I didn't dare to hesitate. When I realized it..." He pointed to Owen and me and said, "You two suddenly appeared." The fat man laughed loudly after hearing this and said, "After all, you didn't know whether you saw it or not. In my opinion, you are timid, and you still find reasons to quibble if you read it wrong." "Fart! How could I be mistaken for such a big person? That's a monster with a head." "All right, all right, you can create it, but you can make it up. I heard that I have never heard of Journey to the West. No matter how monster you are, you have to have hands and feet, right? You can change your body and head, let me see, let me see. What does it pee and shit on?" Although I don't believe that there are monsters with heads all over the world, I also noticed one thing: we did see people in the hall before, but now they are gone.Professor Li ignored the quarrel between the two and devoted himself to his research. Shirley Yang treated Owen's wound, wiped his hands and said, "There is no injury to the bones, it's just a scratch, but it's enough for him. We don't have anesthesia, and the wounds are all stitched hard. When he said it, he saw someone Pounced on Wang Qingzheng, but it was too dark to see his face clearly, the man was very big, half a head taller than him, and his movements were rather stiff." Owen is a typical western big man, if the opponent is taller than him, it must be at least two meters.It is obviously not easy for such a behemoth to avoid our sight and hide in the empty hall. "Probably ran away, there is no way to hide people here." I checked around the bench and found that we were not the first group of people to arrive here, "The caliber of the bullet is wrong, this small-caliber bullet should be a pistol." I handed the shell case I picked up to Shirley Yang. She took a look and said with certainty: "The caliber is different, and it is not American-made. Do you see the scratches on the shell case? It is a black market product." Both Wang Puyuan and the Japanese named Waseda took us one step ahead, but judging from the time when they went to the ground, even if they handed over, it shouldn't be here, so why did these bullets appear in the hall?Was someone like Wang Qingzheng attacked by an unknown object?Thinking of this, I am going to search the neighborhood again.In addition to some symbolic bronze men and iron halberds inside the hall, the most noticeable thing is a set of chime bells arranged along the wall.The chime is divided into three floors, with a total height of about two meters. I roughly visually inspected it, and there are at least fifty bell chimes of different sizes on the entire bronze bell frame, all of which are kept in a natural hanging state.The fat man stood in front of the chime for a long time and couldn't control himself. I walked over to him and said, "Don't dream, Lao Li is watching. If you dare to think about this thing, he will be the first to fight you hard." The fat man glanced back, and said in a low voice: "Look at the other objects, they are either too big or too heavy, but this chime is just right, and I don't take anything else from him, just take a part and use it as the hard work of this trip." .Old Hu, why don’t you unload two of them too, and treat them as souvenirs later on!” The fat man stretched out his hand to dismantle them, not wanting to make too much movement. It's been a long time. Professor Li jumped up all of a sudden, pointing at us and yelling: "You little bastards, this is a national property, who told you to touch it?" Too excited, he jumped under the bell frame without paying attention.Immediately, the whole chime was knocked left and right by him, and the racks full of musical instruments kept colliding and making chaotic sounds.Seeing that the chime bell was about to fall and was about to hit Professor Li, I didn't have time to be distracted, so I hurriedly supported the bell frame with my back, but the thing was dead and heavy, and the ground was slippery, so I almost fell down with a stab .Fortunately, the others reacted quickly, and worked together to stabilize the bell frame in the first place.I saw that Professor Li was still lying on the ground, with the chime bell in his arms, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.The old man looked up at me, and said in a tearful voice, "It's broken, it's all broken. I heard it click..." Knowing that he was talking about the chime in his arms, I comforted me and said, "Get up first, let's see if it's broken badly, maybe we can save it." Professor Li slowly moved away his hand covering his chest with a mournful face, and several of us gathered around to take a look, all dumbfounded.How can there be any chime bells, broken bones all over the place, but upon closer inspection it turns out to be a skull.Young Master Wang didn't know what stimulated him, so he yelled loudly, rushed forward and stomped hard.Fatty and I held him up, and then I heard Professor Li wailing and howling: "Don't step on it, don't step on it, this is also a national treasure." "Monster! This is a monster! It's a monster!" Young Master Wang struggled desperately, trying to escape from my grasp with astonishing strength.Owen watched stupidly from the side, not knowing who to help. "Calm down, look carefully, it's just an ordinary skull!" Shirley Yang slapped him with a backhand, but he struggled even harder, his feet kept thumping, almost flying into the air. "Fuck!" I couldn't tell whether he was really crazy or fake, so I pulled out my hand and slapped him unconscious. "Help your young master." Wang Qingzheng grabbed several blood marks on my body, threw him to Owen angrily, and then warned, "Watch out, if there is another suspect in a while, I will directly tie him up." Professor Li held up the pile of crushed skulls, as precious as his own son.He tried to piece together some of the pieces more completely. The fat man said: "What's so good about the skeleton? What about our chime?" It's okay if he didn't mention it, but Professor Li became excited again when he mentioned it: "Oh, where's the chime bell? It was clearly protected under the body just now, and it turned into a skull when it was fine. You are responsible, find it quickly, find it quickly..." He was holding the broken bone and was reluctant to let it go, and he was thinking about the falling chime, and his face was full of eagerness.The fat man knew he was in the wrong, but he refused to give in: "It's just a lump of iron. There are plenty of them on the shelf. Our Chinese nation has a vast land and abundant resources, and we don't lack any of them. Why are you so anxious, I just need such a big place. Can't I find it for you?" I think there is something strange about it. The main hall symbolizes the court where the owner of the tomb worked and administered during his lifetime. It is not surprising that there are weapons, musical instruments, and books, but there should be no heads.What's more, I have searched all over this area just now, and there is no extra place to hide the bones. This human head seems to come out of nowhere, which is chilling.At this time, Professor Li had completed most of the splicing work, except for some gaps that were too thin to be pieced together, it was basically a relatively complete skull remains. "The distance between the eyes is too big, it looks like a child." "No, the skull has no obvious reserved bands. Judging from the size and natural joints, it is the skull of an adult man." Professor Li has specialized in archeology for decades, and is very confident in identifying people by looking at bones.I took the skull from his hand and compared it to my face. It was about the same size, but the eyes were too far apart.The fat man smiled and said, "Just the space in the middle is enough to grow another eye." "Have you found a key problem? It has no skull." Shirley Yang stretched out five fingers and clasped the top of the skull. It is quite neat, without any trace of roughness, and it is comparable to modern surgery." "Cut it off?" the fat man blinked and said, "I mean, how can something as strong as a skull be crushed when he presses it. It turns out that the Tianling Gai is gone, no wonder it's so brittle." "The skull itself is also very brittle, with serious loss of calcium, and it looks old." Professor Li wanted to study it again, but after all, it was improvised and made without adhesive repair, and the bone soon fell apart. I saw that Professor Li twitched, knowing that he was distressed, and said comfortingly: "We haven't found the main tomb yet, and there are bandits in front. We can go back and study the skull. It's important to hurry now." The fat man backed out from under the clock stand with his butt pouted, and he held the chime clock and handed it to the old man obsequiously: "Look, it's fine, it's not knocked or touched, let's hang it back immediately, as if nothing happened It happened. Don’t be sad because of a broken skull, whoever dies will turn into a pile of bones. It’s more important to chase the little devil.” My mind is full of that uncoordinated skull face and the monster that Young Master Wang said. Although I don't want to give up the investigation, what the fat man said is indeed the truth. We have nothing but to speed up and continue to catch up with the vanguard. Time can be wasted. Shirley Yang was also very interested in the skull without a skull. She and Professor Li swept the broken bones together, wrapped them in a tarpaulin and stuffed them under the bell frame. "I have a feeling that there is an inexplicable connection between the monster Wang Qingzheng saw and this skull, but I can't tell exactly what happened." Shirley Yang stared at the tightly wrapped broken bones and sighed , turned to me and said, "Judging from the number of warheads, not only have we been attacked, but people have been here before Young Master Wang, and they have fired shots due to some unavoidable circumstances. No blood was found, I don't know what happened at that time, will it be..." I know that she is still worried about some unknown dangers hidden in the hall.To be honest, I also have a bad premonition. Although the hall looks empty and deserted, there is always an unknown wind passing by the back of my head from time to time. The feeling of being unable to grasp and explain is really terrible . I took out the map and pointed out the next route to everyone: "According to Wang Puyuan's picture, we have already arrived at the front hall of the tomb, and we should be able to find the bedroom if we go underground, which is the legendary main tomb." The tomb of the Qin Dynasty pays attention to 'square symmetry, six characters are big', which provides a great help for us to find the main tomb." The fat man pointed to the small doors on the picture and said, "There are three doors on the left and right, so there are six doors in total, but which one should we go through? Is there any danger behind the other doors?" Shirley Yang said: "There will be dangers, so we must choose the right way out." I said: "This is easy to handle. There have been two groups of people in front of me, and there will definitely be traces. Let's look carefully and see what they choose first." Which door is it?" Professor Li said: "This method is unreliable, if they go and never return, don't we have to follow in the footsteps of others? It's better to be careful." I said, "Isn't this nonsense? Who doesn't know the danger here, but no matter how dangerous the road is, someone has to walk it, just be careful." "Then what's the matter, do you look for it separately or together?" The fat man glanced at Young Master Wang and said dissatisfiedly, "Your coquettishness hasn't changed at all, the young master of capitalism. I don't think he can help you with this matter. Let's do it ourselves." let's go." Excluding the unconscious Wang Qingzheng, there are still five of us.However, after a series of losses before, I don't quite agree with the idea of ​​splitting up, and finally decided to go together to find the way to the main tomb. The fat man asked me to choose a number from "one" to "six". I asked why, and he said: "Anyway, there is no clue, so let's hit the jackpot, Meng! If you get it right, it will save trouble. " "I think it's better to let Shirley Yang choose. According to the past situation, the ones I choose basically have problems." "Ah bah!" The fat man looked at me contemptuously, then thought about it, it seemed reasonable, and asked Shirley Yang which one to check first.She hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the last door on the north wall and said: "In Qin Dynasty, 'six' was regarded as an auspicious number, and the north wall happened to be in the position of 'ji', so let's check from the sixth door, according to the order from big to small. Check in reverse order." Professor Li nodded silently and said, "That's exactly what I want to say. Ms. Yang's knowledge is really rich, which is very different from these few who came from carrying guns." Seeing Professor Li's sense of intellectual superiority rising sharply, I looked down on him from the bottom of my heart, so I secretly said to the fat man, "Let's dismantle that chime later, and get a set to put back in the store as a display." The fat man said happily, "Commander Hu is indeed on the right track, so let me just say, I'm here, I have to bring something back anyway." To say that the gates on the left and right of the main hall are just tomb passages excavated in a symbolic sense, and there are no physical doors to cover them.There is no obvious mark on Old Man Wang's map, only that the main tomb is behind the main hall. We went to the door of the nearest hole on the north wall to conduct a field inspection, and found that the door had been blocked with thick cobwebs and dust.I took an oil lamp and burned all the obstacles blocking the way. Shirley杨说：“刚才走的几处一点儿灰尘都没有，唯独这里不一样。看来这条路还没有人走过。” 我举着油灯又朝门洞里走了几步，发现前边一片漆黑，好像被什么东西堵住了。 “你们来这边，有风。”胖子手中的火把呼呼直蹿，他站在第二道门前探头道：“地上有炭灰，还有脚印，他们肯定是从这扇门穿过去了。” 我移步到他身边，果真见到墓道中有一大串杂乱无章的脚印，而且大多都只有半片前脚掌。 “跑过去了，”Shirley杨也看出其中的端倪，“他们走得很急，大概有七八个人。墙面上的灰尘被蹭掉了不少，整支队伍的行进毫无章法可言，而且有人受了伤。” 我凑近了才发现，墙角处有一抹血迹呈飞溅状态洒在墙面上，我蹲下身去测量了一下，那人的伤口大致在小腿位置，从血迹分布的情况来看，应该是在运动中受的伤。 “这不是枪伤，而且伤口的位置未免太低了点儿。”我用手比画了一下，“更像有人从地上冒出来，忽然划了这么一刀。” “这个说法未免太瘆人了，你就不能换个思路，万一是人家本来就有伤，不小心溅出来了呢？” 我继续往前探查，发现这条路的结构与先前那条布满灰尘的墓道基本相同，都是用石砖堆砌而成，缝隙以六一泥胶合，从而保证了墓室的密封性。 “王浦元只带了两个人，不可能留下这么多脚印。我看从这条路过去的应该是那群小日本。”胖子摩拳擦掌，说要追上去给予他们无产阶级的制裁。 “他们走得这样匆忙，路线的正确性有待考证。我再去前边看看。”我又来到第三道门前，发现这里也有最近留下的痕迹。这道门前虽然也挂着蛛网，但是下半段蛛丝已经被扯去了大半，地表上还留有两道拖拉的痕迹。我蹲下身去试了一下，刚好能容一个成人进出。只是不知道那人为什么要用这样的姿势通过这段墓道。我好奇地仰头看了看墓道顶端，以为会发现什么机关陷阱，可头顶上就是一片普通的石砖，并没有看出有什么蹊跷。 随后，Shirley杨他们又将南边的三道门一一检查了个遍，发现其中有一条路被人清理得干干净净，找不到半点儿灰尘。“你看，这是我在门口发现的。”Shirley杨伸出手，掌中放着半块形状不太规则的红色固体。我拿起一看，发现是蜡烛熔化后结成的蜡块。 我随她来到门口，看见地上各有两块燃蜡的痕迹，一处是白蜡，一处是红蜡，正对着门档两侧。根据空缺的形状来判断，都是高烛粗蜡，是中国人习惯在红白喜事中使用的那种。 “明显有人祭拜过，或者说是某种仪式。”我想了想，日本人连炸药都用上了，肯定不会有这个闲情逸致开坛膜拜，那么这扇门应该就是王浦元走的路。但紧接着问题又出现了，从时间逻辑上讲，日本人在王浦元的队伍后边进入墓室，他们必然也会遇到选择上的难题，如此显眼的线索放在面前，他们为什么不跟在后面走，偏要去选其他的门？ “你别忘了，他们行迹匆忙，显然受到了袭击，我推想当时他们根本没有多余的时间排查线索，慌乱中随便选了一道门就闯进去了。”Shirley杨丢下手中的蜡块，指着眼前的门洞说，“走这条。” 李教授还在纠结阴爻之数的问题，我说横竖还不是咱瞎猜的，一点儿证据都没有。既然这里有前人探过路，就算真有危险，咱们也好防备。可第六号门就不一样了，何必非钉死在一个“六”字上，秦始皇又不是缺心眼儿。 他面有疑色，又问道：“那另外一条路又怎么说，你查到点儿什么没有？” “那条路倒真是奇怪，蛛网被人拦腰截断了，从地上的痕迹看，对方采用了跪爬的方式进了那扇门。至于对方是什么人，为什么用这种奇特的姿势前进，我还真想不出来。您觉得呢？” “这的确古怪。”李教授思索了一会儿，缓答道，“根据我的了解，秦人有大跪磕首叩安的习俗，你看这个人会不会跟烧蜡点香的那群人是一伙的，也想通过某种祭拜行为来请罪，借此逃过墓室里魑魅魍魉的纠缠？” 胖子说：“嘿，说到底不就是遗风陋俗？咱们可不怕它们，挥起工农红军的铁锤，敢与一切牛鬼蛇神作斗争！” 我说：“话不能这么说，好歹是人家的坟头，咱们属于外来入侵者，虽然扛着'打倒封建君主'的旗号，该给人家面子的地方还是要给。礼多人不怪，情到深处鬼也感动。”胖子说：“你最近怎么越来越矫情了，果然吃多了洋面包，连说话都透着那么一股子酸味。” “好了好了，你们两个别再贫嘴了。”Shirley杨叹了一口气，“分开走肯定不现实。咱们目前有两个选择，一个是烧过蜡的南二号门，剩下的就北一号门。王清正反正晕了，不作数，其他人举手表决吧。” “同意南二的举手。” 我和Shirley杨、胖子三个人几乎同时举起了手。欧文呆呆地看着我们说：“条条大道通罗马，说不定那几扇都能通到主墓室。” 胖子摇摇头，拍着他的肩膀说：“你还是太年轻了。咱们老祖宗的墓里头从来不会出现没用的东西。换句话说，既然存在就一定有它的理由。没你想的那么天真。” 欧文似懂非懂地点了点头，举起手说：“少数服从多数，我跟你们走。但是希望少爷醒过来之后你们不要再动手。他是我的雇主，我必须对他的人身安全负责，如果再有下次，我不能假装没看见。” 李教授虽然还有疑惑，但暂时也想不出更好的主意。他收起工作日记本，拍了拍身上的灰尘，站起身说：“真理往往掌握在少数人手里。我不反对并不代表我就同意你们的选择。” 我知道他对学术上的问题固守己见，不会那么容易低头，眼下顺着我们的意思走完全是迫于形势，所以就开口为他铺了个台阶：“您老的专业知识谁敢怀疑，不过眼下我们时间不多，只能按照概率……” “好啦好啦，你不用跟我解释这些东西。既然选好了路，走就是。我老头子还跟你们计较吗？” 他说完便拧开手电，大步跨进了南边最中间的那扇门。我们几个不敢怠慢，纷纷套上背包紧追上去。欧文背着王清正走在最后，胖子疑惑道：“老胡，你下手忒毒了点儿，那小子还不醒？别不是敲傻了吧？” 我当时一心想着让他消停下来，倒没有太在意手中的力道。王清正晕了好一会儿还不见醒，似乎真有点儿不对劲。我心虚道：“哪那么容易死人，估计就是下手有点儿重，再睡一会儿就好了。”我不禁后怕，万一真有个三长两短，王浦元肯定不会轻易放过我，到时免不了又要大闹一场。我偷偷地看了一眼，默默地祈祷这小子赶快醒过来。 南二号门中间的通道与之前在一号娘娘坟中所见的砖道有异曲同工之妙。不过，这边的取材要更加精细，砖石经过仔细打磨，表面上透着一股冰寒的精光。李教授介绍说，这是秦人特殊的锻造工艺。 “秦国工匠对水与火的利用是其他民族不敢想象的。战国时期，各国都在冷兵器上下足了功夫，但是没有任何一个国家能够赶超秦人在锻铁造铜上的工艺。这里的'铁'当然不是指真正意义上铁，而是一种合金，又叫做青铜。一般来说，是由铜锡按比例合成的，而这个比例问题正是秦剑锋利无比的原因之一。我曾经主持过一个秦剑复原项目的工作，集合了全国诸多著名的冶金专家，始终无法破解秦剑中的金属比例问题。后来我就在想，也许在先人的锻造过程中混入了某种未知的材料，所以才会造成后世破解无方。眼前的这些墓砖同样出自秦人的手艺，你看，不管火把贴得多近，墓砖自身的温度都不会产生任何变化，简直就像天然的冰箱。” 我伸手轻触墙面，发现的确像李教授描述的那样透着一股寒凉之气。胖子特意将火把凑到墙上微烤了一下，结果没有任何变化。 Shirley杨说：“低温密封是保护尸体的一种方式，前人利用这样的手段与自然做抗争，渴望死后尸身不腐，这既是对死亡的恐惧也是对永恒的渴望，可以理解为人类与生俱来的本能。” 我说：“爱冷藏还是风干都是他们自己的事，跟咱们关系不大。可要是尸体变成了粽子，那可就由不得它们逍遥自在，必须掐死在摇篮里。” “咱这一路走得还挺顺，看来这门是选对了。不过，我忽然有点儿好奇，其他几扇门通到什么地方？老胡，你说小鬼子会不会已经……”胖子伸出舌头做了个鬼脸。 “先别高兴，你忘记神道里的事了？万一再整一条两万五，那就够呛了。” 胖子脸色微微发黑，不再说话，估计是想起了之前吃的苦头。Shirley杨举着火把一路走在前方为我们打头阵。我回头看了一眼欧文，他扛着王清正紧紧地跟在我们身后，丝毫不敢松懈，看来同伴的死亡给他造成了不可磨灭的阴影，到现在还没有缓过来。 我过意不去，提出要跟他换班。欧文很爽快地将他家少爷放了下来。我抬起王清正的时候，发现他的手指微微地抽动了几下，估计快醒了，就顺势将他摆靠在砖墙上。Shirley杨凑上来看见这情况，默默地掏出了水壶给我。我拍了拍小王八的脸，含了一口水喷了上去，他大叫了一声，瞪大眼睛跳了起来。 “我在哪儿？我在哪儿？”他慌忙左右环视，最后好不容易清醒过来，揉了揉脖子，恶狠狠地瞪着我，张口就骂。 我懒得跟他计较，将水壶递给他，关照说：“自己检查一下有没有哪里受伤，咱们已经进墓道了，很快就能找到你爷爷。” 他喝了半口水，随即又吐了出来，拉着我问：“什么墓道，我们在什么地方？” 胖子故意笑话他：“你这一觉睡得多轻松，有人背，有人扛，连走到哪儿都不知道。” 王清正的脸色连闪了几下，迅速地站了起来，环顾四周，大喊道：“蠢货，快跑！这里不对！”