Chapter 22 Section IX

On the evening of the fifth day, the technician finally appeared at the entrance of the village, and the archaeological team and all the villagers greeted him with applause. The technician team consisted of a dozen or so people, mainly responsible for transporting the male corpse from the ice cellar, and several of them were responsible for the preliminary treatment of the corpse. Among them was a young forensic doctor borrowed from the public security system, who was very eye-catching, and his name was Lin Shaohu. Upon hearing his name, Xia Mingruo asked, "Have you come back from Yunnan?"

The forensic doctor was arranging the equipment, and suddenly raised his head: "What did you say?" Ordinarily this person looks good, but his lines are too hard and his eyes are too sharp, standing there he is not angry but majestic. Xia Mingruo took a step back in shock: "I confess, I confess, I communicated with foreign countries in kindergarten, sent anonymous counter-revolutionary letters to the head teacher of the elementary school, and blatantly attacked Aunt Wang, the rebel pioneer of the Workers Propaganda Team..." "What did you just say?" Lin Shaohu asked him.

Xia Mingruo took another step back: "Yun... I... I said Yunnan." Lin Shaohu's expression was still stern, but his eyes gradually glowed: "Do you know Cheng Jingjun?" Xia Mingruo nodded.The man suddenly smiled, as if the sun had melted the ice: "Is Young Master Cheng still not doing his job properly?" Xia Mingruo really wanted to say no solemnly. He was following in the footsteps of the great communist fighter Bethune and contributing light and heat to the health cause on the frontiers of the motherland. Shaohu sees people thoroughly. It's a pity that Lin Shaohu turned his face straight after he finished laughing: "I'm going to see the corpse now."

Xia Mingruo honestly agreed: "Hey." The man turned around and left, after walking a few steps, he turned around suddenly: "Is he alright?" Xia Mingruo was stunned: "Okay, very good, great." Lin Shaohu left again, Xia Mingruo turned around and taught Liu Gousheng, "Look, Uncle Policeman, how majestic you are." Unfortunately, it was too hot, even if the technicians came, the corpses could not be transported out, and the freezer truck had to be adjusted.The technicians had no choice but to keep injecting antiseptics into the male corpse. After a few days, Chu Haiyang also became an antiseptic expert.

But with the technician here, the burden on everyone's shoulders has been lightened a lot, thinking that they can finally sleep well. Because of Da Wu's miraculous skills, Xia Mingruo could only set up a shop in the factory workshop.He suffered from insomnia in the middle of the night, thinking that the uncle and the leopard should be asleep, so he got up to watch the technicians work, only to find that Chu Haiyang and the old man were also there, and fearing being nagged by them, he sneaked back and met Lin Lin on the way. less lake. Lin Shaohu put his head under the faucet. Xia Mingruo called him: "Uncle Policeman."

Lin Shaohu raised his face dripping with water: "Why aren't you sleeping?" Xia Mingruo asked: "Are you sleepy?" "A little bit," Lin Shaohu said, "The corpse water has been collected and can be sent to Beijing for testing." "Hey, Uncle," Xia Mingruo leaned against the wall and asked him with a smile, "How do you know Cheng Jingjun?" Lin Shaohu said: "We've known each other since we were young, everyone on the beach doesn't know the Cheng family." "Neighbor?" "Forget it, I'm a child of the garrison, and the two of us live very close together. I remember that the door of their house is never opened. It was opened once in a while. I ran to see it, and only then did I deeply feel what it means to be a capitalist." Lin Shaohu He recalled, "I still remember his parents. The two of them often appeared in the western restaurant opened in Belarus. They were very well dressed, but they were still very polite to others."

"Where's Cheng Jingjun?" Lin Shaohu said: "He is the young master. I thought he was out of his mind at first, because he seemed to know nothing, and he was simply out of this world. We used to describe him as 'golden bird'. So ..." He paused, "So it was very pitiful for him to be dragged to kneel on the broken glass later." "No more," Lin Shaohu said, "There is no need to tell you about the old things." Xia Mingruo asked: "Did you let him go? From the school's cell?" Lin Shaohu wiped off the water from his hair: "I also sent him to the train, thinking that he would not come back alive."

"Hey!" Xia Mingruo laughed loudly, "It's such a nourishing life!" Lin Shaohu walked into the shadow of the tree, his expression could not be seen under the faint starlight: "Yes." He was silent for a while, probably lighting a cigarette, and a little spark lit up in the darkness. "In 1975, I participated in a detection training class. When a reporter came to interview me, my comrades and I published it in the newspaper. He probably saw it and wrote me a letter. When this letter was transferred to me, the time had passed. Half a year has passed. There was no signature on the letter, and there were only two words: 'Shaohu', but I knew who wrote it at the first glance."

Lin Shaohu said: "I am very sensitive to handwriting, especially those who have practiced handwriting in childhood." He took a deep breath, his voice trembling: "I'm laughing... You don't know how long I have been crying while holding this letter, but I feel that the past ten years are really nothing. It’s okay to cut wood, it’s okay to be locked in a small room day and night to write confession materials, the important thing is that Cheng Jingjun is still alive! He can still write to me!” He really choked up: "What do you think is better than this in the world?"

Xia Mingruo smiled kindly: "Uncle Police is crying." "Nonsense, who is crying?" Lin Shaohu sniffed hard, "Don't go out and say it!" "I'm not that bad." Xia Mingruo said with a smile. "Let's go, don't talk nonsense with you," Lin Shaohu threatened to go to the cellar, "Don't go out and say it, or I won't spare you. Also, the Cheng family hasn't been rehabilitated yet, so it would be bad for them if these words spread out." it is good." Xia Mingruo swore: "Swear to Chairman Mao." Lin Shaohu was about to enter the house, but Xia Mingruo called him again: "Uncle policeman, that was fifteen years..."

Lin Shaohu turned back and smiled: "If you study history, you should know the principles from ancient times. Everything in the past is like dying yesterday; everything in the future is like being born today. Since it has passed, it is not worth entangled. Unfortunately, fifteen years is not counted. what!" He turned around, straightened his waist, and strode forward. Xia Mingruo followed him with a smile and went into the cellar. There was a head in the cellar that was very reflective. The old man and Chu Haiyang were shoulder to shoulder, almost clinging to the ancient corpse. Xia Mingruo called them, but the two turned a deaf ear. Xia Mingruo also posted it to read: "The eyeballs are protruding, and they are in the early stages of decay." Chu Haiyang ordered: "Wear a mask." Xia Mingruo took a piece of gauze and covered his mouth and nose: "What are you studying?" "What else is there," said the old man, "armour." The male corpse was wearing a full set of golden armor. Of course, it was not made of real gold, but a layer of gold was plated on the iron armor. At that time, the gold plating technology was already very superb, and the ancient nobles were happy to do this. No one wanted to wear a gold armor.The average weight of a full-body iron armor is sixty catties. If it were replaced with gold, the wearer would not be able to stand up at all. As far as the standard is concerned, this kind of armor is also called Mingguang armor, with two round guards on the front chest and back.The so-called "bright light" means that the two round guards are polished to a particularly bright light, just like a mirror, on the battlefield, when the sun shines, they shine brightly and look majestic.It is often mentioned in old novels that "so and so came up on the horse, and I saw him with a crown of red tassels soaring to the sky, and a heart guard with animal heads on the front and back", which actually means that this person is wearing Mingguang armor. There are also two pottery figurines standing behind the coffin in the tomb. According to the old man's observation, they are general figurines, and they also look like they are wearing Mingguang armor. Now the armor on the ancient corpse is no longer as bright as it was when the coffin was opened because it was in contact with the air, but removing the oxide layer is not a complicated problem. The complicated thing is how to completely peel off the armor from the corpse.Mr. Li has also stripped clothes from corpses before, weaving gold, silver and jade clothes with cotton, linen and silk, each method is different, but this is the first time for armor. After more than a thousand years of metal rust erosion, the bands of the braided armor plates have deteriorated and hardened. If the armor plates are peeled off piece by piece, the bands will be destroyed; It appears to be very difficult under the premise. "Comrade Shaohu, what do you think should be done?" The old man wanted to consult the opinions of experts in other disciplines. Lin Shaohu held his chin and said solemnly: "Use salt water to dissolve the armor." "..." The old man shrugged his shoulders, and Xia Mingruo hugged him to comfort him: "You have to understand him, in his view, these are just gold-plated iron sheets... Teacher, don't cry, good boy..." Chu Haiyang gently picked up a section of band with tweezers, and looked at it repeatedly under the lamp: "Thin hemp rope...Three strands, more solid and wear-resistant...I think it's better to choose the first one, and number the nails when you take it off. , and re-edit when it is repaired." "Hey! It's really troublesome." Xia Mingruo said. "The lesser of two evils," Chu Haiyang said. The old man thought about it and agreed.Everyone went back to rest that night, and the stripping work began the next morning.Since most of the archaeological team members—including Captain Zhou—have been transferred to deal with the newly unearthed cultural relics, and the gold, stone and jade articles worn by the corpse and a long sword with a jade handle have also been transported away together, so this side seems to be short of manpower. Fortunately, the old man has no sense of family status, so he brought the uncle and the leopard into the work team. If you compare peeling off the armor to surgery, then Lin Shaohu and Chu Haiyang will be the main surgeons. The old man will guide Xia Mingruo and others to do it, and the rest will write the number on the back of the armor, and then put it in a wooden box and consign it. to Beijing. After the nail piece is peeled off, there are clothes, mainly silk products, with complicated layers.Chu Haiyang could only spray distilled water to moisten it first, and then slowly peel it off bit by bit. After peeling off one piece, Xia Mingruo coated the front and back of it with transparent plexiglass solution to isolate the air. This solution is definitely not the best choice, the shape and color of the silk will be preserved, but it will also be hardened.It's just that the stagnation in all aspects caused by the "Cultural Revolution" has made my country's cultural relics protection technology backward. With the development of science and technology, plexiglass solution will eventually be replaced by more advanced things. After a few days, Lin Shaohu held the scalpel and said happily: "Finally it's my turn to specialize." He dug into the cellar and didn't come out for twenty hours. His assistants changed batch after batch. The old man was poor and nervous, so he sent Xia Mingruo to watch. Xia Mingruo pushed open the heavy door, and saw the man hung a small lamp above his head, and was digging out the stomach of the ancient corpse expressionlessly.Xia Mingruo backed out silently, and then tricked the leopard into watching the fun together. Two seconds later, the leopard threw itself on the door and vomited, his face was blue and emerald green. Xia Mingruo looked at him regretfully, Lin Shaohu lifted the rag-like muscle layer on the ancient corpse's belly, and said to Leopard: "Spleen-stomach disharmony, fetal gas rises, and vomiting occurs, starting at five weeks and ending at sixteen weeks." Leopard turned around, Lin Shaohu held up a scalpel and asked, "Aren't you throwing up?" Leopard quickly shook his head like a rattle. "If you don't want to see it, you can go out," Lin Shaohu said, "If you want to see it, then close the door, don't move around, and don't make any noise unless I agree." Leopard raised his foot to leave, Xia Mingruo quickly kicked the door shut, leaned on his shoulder and whispered to him: "I'm doing it for your own good, how can you be a craftsman if you're too timid?" The leopard looked up and thought right!He stared at Xia Mingruo, only to see his concerned and calm expression. "Thank you!" Leopard said emotionally while holding Xia Mingruo's hand. "We are all working class, we need to help each other," Xia Mingruo said. "Quiet," Lin Shaohu still lowered his head, pointing to the corner with his knife, "I haven't spoken a word after staying here all day." There are two reflective spots in the low part of the corner, one yellow and one green. Xia Mingruo squinted his eyes and shouted, "Old Huang." Lao Huang replied: "Meow." Xia Mingruo pointed at it and laughed loudly, "Here, here, let's talk." Lin Shaohu slowly raised his eyes, Xia Mingruo immediately stood aside solemnly, the leopard picked up Lao Huang, and hid behind Xia Mingruo, not daring to vent his breath. Lin Shaohu said to Xia Mingruo: "Look at his arm." Xia Mingruo put on the gloves and pressed on the dark brown corpse: "It's still a little elastic." "A miracle?" Lin Shaohu said with a smile, "Immortality for a thousand years is simply a godsend for the study of the race, body characteristics and pathology of ancient people. Unfortunately, it is not within the scope of my research." Xia Mingruo asked: "Why doesn't it rot?" "Because it has been embalmed," Lin Shaohu motioned to look at the thigh of the corpse, "this one, and this one, are they obvious? This is a blood spot, I guess it may have been punctured through the skin to drain the blood, the same trace On his arm too." Xia Mingruo couldn't help nodding, Leopard covered his mouth and looked at the roof. "Then, it has something to do with the coffin fluid. Mr. Li just told me that the coffin fluid may be formed by the infiltration of water vapor in the tomb." Lin Shaohu said, "Conditions are limited, I just did a preliminary test. The sodium chloride content in the liquid is very high, the mercury content is also high, and there are some chemical components that I can't find out at the moment, probably some strange medicine is dissolved in it, the ancients often did this kind of thing." Xia Mingruo said to Leopard: "Do you understand? It means this person has been pickled." The leopard groaned and said, "Don't talk anymore..." At this moment, Chu Haiyang opened the door and came in: "Huh? Who let Biexin in? This place doesn't allow him to come. Mr. Shaohu, I found something." "Ah, thank you." Lin Shaohu took a silver hairpin from him.