Chapter 58 Chapter Seven: The Mysterious Coffin

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 look for a passage to move on, while the fat man's flashlight was to see what was inside. There are wooden boxes all around. If you don’t look carefully, you may think it’s a short coffin!In the middle of these boxes, there is also a coffin.This coffin seemed particularly strange—not in terms of appearance, but as if it should not be placed here. The boxes around are very messy, it feels as if someone moved these boxes, and then vacated a place to put this coffin here.The problem was that the coffin wasn't even properly positioned, it was placed on a slant and randomly.

Fatty is very interested in boxes, and kept telling me to look at only one box, but I firmly stopped him.We came to the side of the coffin and saw a lot of strange tools that had been rusted to a mess beside the coffin.But at a glance, it is a modern tool. "Someone has been here, but it's not my little brother. It seems to have been here a long time ago." The fat man kicked tools a few times.I looked at the tools, and I saw that those were small accessories for trestles, hoisting, sliding, upper shoulders, and seemed to be used to transport this coffin. "It should belong to the archaeological team in the late 1970s. This coffin seems to have been carried out from somewhere."

The fat man picked up a small part from the ground, blew on it, and said, "Could it be that they want to transport this coffin out?" I turned my eyes to the coffin. The coffin is made of wood, and the four corners are covered with iron sheets for protection.The coffin had not been opened and lay there almost untouched. "Why?" I said, "This coffin is not very eye-catching, and they didn't transport it out!" "Don't talk about it, don't guess what's on the mind of the archaeological team. If you guess, it will be hard." Fatty said, "Don't worry about it, keep going, you will know what God wants you to know. If we can know the coffin Where did it come from, this clue can be a little more."

"Wait!" I said.I suddenly saw a strange phenomenon on the coffin, "Do you see the pattern on this coffin before?" "Where have you seen it?" The fat man was puzzled. I said: "We saw the same pattern on the coffin in Zhang Qiling's tomb upstairs. Could this be the same generation of Zhang Qiling?" "If it's here, then it's the first Zhang Qiling." The fat man said: After finishing speaking, he looked at me, clicked his tongue, and grabbed my hand, "Wait a minute, naive, I have a few words to remind you." "what?"

"Could this coffin be the one that the archaeological team wanted to transport out of the ancient tomb, and it might be the first Zhang Qiling? If so, do you think there are any key secrets hidden in this coffin? Of course , all of this is just my speculation, but think about your past entanglements, things have come to this point, we will never come in again after we go out. I stand in your position and think for you. Do you want to start? Have a look at this coffin?" "You want to open it yourself?" I asked him. The fat man shook his head seriously: "No, I just want to go out safely now. I'm thinking of your past days, maybe the answer lies in this coffin. Open it and you will know. Naive, it will open in three minutes, since you Want to know, you should try."

I watched his expression and realized he didn't seem to be joking.However, everything he said is indeed correct, and the speculation is also very reasonable. "You're right." I looked at the top of my head, and there seemed to be no movement, so I said, "Damn it, do it, open it and have a look." Prying coffins is a hassle without tools.We took out the iron spikes and found that the top of the wooden coffin was so tight that we couldn't even find a gap.In the end, the fat man had sharp eyes, looked down, and said, "It's upside down! The coffin is upside down. They really don't respect people!"

I looked down - sure enough, the whole coffin was turned upside down one by one.Because it is a square coffin, it doesn't look strange no matter how it is placed. Fatty and I made a comparison, and found that with the physical strength of the two of us, it was impossible to turn the coffin over.And from the current angle, it is impossible to pry the coffin lid off.The fat man said, don't worry about it, let's make a hole from behind the buttocks, and let's talk about piercing the bottom of the coffin! We use iron spikes as hammers and beat bit by bit.The fat man's ruthlessness may be to follow the three-minute agreement he said.Soon he smashed a crack in the bottom of the coffin.If there is a crack, it will be easy to handle. We insert the iron spikes into it to pry it.After a while, we pried out a crack at the bottom of the coffin that was as long as an arm and as wide as a Coke bottle.

The fat man inserted the iron spike into the crack and stirred.I said, "Pull everything out of the way, I want to see the genealogy behind the lid of the coffin." The fat man said, "Pull it out of the way, you have to get it all out!" The fat man can really lead the way.I didn't bother to talk to him, let him do it quickly.He even put on his gloves and put his hand 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, it's not like you haven't seen it before!" I said.

"Not this one, look at your fingers," he said. I saw rings on all the fingers of this hand.The ring glowed with a very strange light, neither gem nor metal.And the shape of the ring is very strange - just one glance, I know that it is absolutely impossible to be the style of the Central Plains, it is probably from the Western Regions, or even something from the Nepal area at that time. The wet corpse's fingernails are long, but it doesn't seem to be 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 magnanimity of this hand! I thought the Zhang family was a very simple and low-key ethnic group, like a small Just like my brother, you just need to inhale the wind and drink the dew every day."

I thought to myself, it is precious to support my little brother!Even for such a big man, the phone bill to report the disappearance to the Public Security Bureau is much higher than that of a few antiques.We are friends with my little brother - I heard from some other people that the price of the dumb Lama Zhangjia is horribly high, and the appearance fee must be higher than Jay Chou, even though he can't sing a song. He took down the last ring before showing it to me: "Come on, naive, have a look, and estimate the value at will." "Didn't you say that you are not for money?"

"I didn't say, I said you should open it and have a look, but I didn't say that I wouldn't take the sheep by hand. Opening a coffin for three minutes, pulling the sheep only takes a few seconds, and it won't delay you." I glanced at it, it was a jade ring, and its value could not be estimated, so I said, "Walking between garbage and national treasures. Go back and ask for you, you can continue now." "You don't need to say it." The fat man said, he directly grabbed the wet corpse's hand, and pulled the corpse out of the coffin bit by bit.When the corpse's head was pulled out from the gap, I couldn't help but gasped. "The hair of this corpse is so long?" I said.The corpse's hair grew so long that it covered many parts of the corpse. The fat man took a deep breath, pretending to be calm and said: "The hair of the ancients is very long, the so-called long hair fluttering, disheveled. You haven't seen many ancient dramas, the prisoners are all disheveled, and everyone can be in the Sassoon advertisement. " I shook my head and said softly: But it's not that long.This hair is so long that I don't need to bother others, skipping rope is probably enough. The fat man said, "It's not surprising that many people's hair will grow for a long time after death. I thought to myself, how is it possible, with the length of this hair, it must have grown for hundreds of years, and it has grown into fucking kelp!But I didn't want to think about it anymore, so I said, "Yes, don't worry about it, hurry up!" The fat man first touched the corpse with an iron spike, and found that there was no sign of corpse change at all, so he searched the whole body directly.When he found that there was nothing else, he threw it aside.After the corpse fell to the ground, it seemed to be oxidized, and it fell into several pieces—it had shrunk a lot, but now it became a mess. I said in my heart that it was too disrespectful, and I apologized immediately.The fat man ignored it completely, and said, "A corpse that doesn't turn into a corpse is not a good corpse. Don't be shy about such unmotivated people." He said, holding up the flashlight and continuing to look into the coffin. "After all, this is the ancestor of the Zhang family." 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 inside this corpse green? Could it be Miluotuo's corpse?" The dismembered corpse was lying on the stone slab, and the clothes all over the body had rotted into balls of putrefaction, and it was impossible to see what it looked like when it was worn.Liquid flowed out of it, and it was horribly green.The hair covers almost all parts of the face, except for the open mouth on the face.There was quite a lot of liquid in the dismembered corpse, which kept spreading on the stone slab. It was the first time I saw such a situation, and I was in a cold sweat.The fat man said: It doesn't make sense!The corpse is a wet corpse, all the bodily fluids should be mixed with the liquid in the coffin, where did the green liquid come from? "In the bone," I said. "There's a green fluid in the bone—possibly in the marrow." But what surprised me was that such an unscrupulous villain as Fatty was obviously uncomfortable, and he shrank back, and the arrogance just now disappeared instantly. I patted 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 joking, now is not the time to be joking. I'm reminded of an unbearable past!" I asked, "What happened? Is this your old lover?" "Your old lover is like this, your whole family's old lovers are like this!" Fatty said, "I have a very good friend who was exactly like this corpse when he died." The fat man pressed the chest of the corpse with an iron spike, and tried to pick the hair off the corpse—a neck ring appeared in front of us. "Sure enough." Fatty said. "Fart off, we still have work to do!" "This person died from a very serious corpse poison. The ancestor of this family must have died a terrible death. He must have drank traditional Chinese medicine and was buried alive, and there were signs of corpse change after death. The green body fluid should be It was produced by the poison of the dead body. Because it was encoffined alive, there was still cartilage at that time, so these body fluids were sealed in the bone marrow." The fat man said: "I have only seen this neck ring once, it is used to prevent the corpse from changing .Look, there are a lot of ancient jade on it." "Is there still danger now?" I asked. The fat man shook his head: "No. Probably not, it's all like this. Even if it is made into zongzi, it is also a disabled person's zongzi. We don't need to be afraid. It's just that I am afraid that these things are poisonous. If they inhale too much of the nasal cavity, they will cause trouble. Our respiratory tract is inherently If it is damaged, it is easy to cause accidents. However, from this point of view, this is definitely not the first Zhang Qiling." "Why do you say that?" "He doesn't have precious blood, Zhang Qiling won't be poisoned by the corpse." "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 that he died in an accident." This is beyond judgment, and no one knows what the situation was at the time. I looked around—on the way we came in, there was no trace of moving. The coffin must have been transported out of it. They transported the coffin out of it and placed it here randomly. This project is quite huge and consumes a lot of energy.If it's really not important, why do they go to such lengths to lift something that doesn't seem to be particularly important? "Naive!" Fatty 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 that were inches long, and at first glance it looked like a big hedgehog.