Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven

I don't know how long it took, but I fell asleep dimly, and I don't know how long it took, and I woke up again.The surroundings are still as dark as thick ink, and it is not known whether it is day or night on the ground. Suddenly realizing that I am now in the tomb, I felt extremely terrified. I didn’t know if Uncle Gousheng was there. After touching his sweat-soaked, sticky rat clothes, I finally felt relieved. Uncle Gousheng said, "Are you awake?" I said, "I woke up." Uncle Gousheng said, "I heard you snoring." I asked, "Do I snore in my sleep?"

Uncle Gousheng said: "The voice is loud. It's good to be young. You can fall asleep anywhere. Uncle is old and can't sleep." I asked, "Then you can't sleep, what are you thinking about?" Uncle Gousheng said, "I was wondering how this can get out?" I said, "I don't even have a tool, how can I get out?" Uncle Gousheng said, "Why not? What is an iron pick if it's not a tool?" I suddenly thought of the tomb robber who was frightened to death. Isn't he holding an iron pick in his hand? Uncle Gousheng said: "I brought the pickaxe just now, and I was wondering where to start digging to save effort."

I asked, "How can this grave robber be scared to death?" Uncle Gousheng said: "I don't know, I didn't have any injuries on my body, I must have seen something frightening." I asked, "What can happen?" Uncle Gousheng said, "What do you fear most when you come to this tomb alone?" I thought of the back figure we saw when we came in, and I still felt shuddering, and I said tremblingly, "Of course it's a ghost." Uncle Gousheng said, "Yes, this man must have seen a ghost." I said: "Where are there ghosts in this world?" Although I said this, the back was still sweating, and the various ghosts and legends I saw and heard before were buzzing in front of my eyes like bees. I was out of my wits.

Uncle Gousheng said: "There are no ghosts for real, but there are always people who pretend to be ghosts. I guess this person saw another person robbing the tomb and got up from the coffin. He thought he saw a ghost and was caught." Scared to death." I said, "How could it be such a coincidence?" Uncle Gousheng said: "There are many coincidences in this world. This tomb has been robbed seven or eight times. I can smell the smell of seven or eight people in this tomb. This is the work of a high-ranking official." The tomb and the grave diggers are all on their radar."

I asked suspiciously: "How can this be smelled?" Uncle Gousheng said: "When the gravediggers enter here, they have to sweat all over. The smell of sweat can't escape, and they keep covering it. You can't smell it, but uncle can smell it." I was in shock.If this is the case, Uncle Gousheng is really a master of tomb robbers, and he can sniff out the tomb even after several robberies. I asked again, "Can we go out?" Uncle Gousheng said, "It depends on luck." After a while, Uncle Gousheng asked me, "One Eye said you were a reporter, but are you really a reporter?"

I felt that at this point, there was nothing worth hiding, so I said, "I'm really a reporter." Uncle Gousheng said: "You kid told Uncle earlier that you are a reporter, and Uncle would not bring you here. Do you know what people in this industry are most afraid of? They are most afraid of the police and reporters. If people know about this, they must Lose your head. You are a real kid, you don't know the depth of things." I didn't know what to say, so after hesitating for a while, I asked again: "You know you're going to lose your head, why do you still do this?"

Uncle Gousheng said: "Uncle is just a grave digger. If you catch him, you will be sentenced to one or two years at most. One-eyed and the others will lose their heads." I asked, "Then you know you broke the law, and you still do it?" Uncle Gousheng said: "You don't understand this. If you find a good tomb and I hide one in it, after they leave, Uncle Er returns to Chang'an and digs it out, then you will be rich. I can't finish it... Hey, how does One Eye know that you are a reporter?" I said, "I don't know either." In the burial chamber, time has stopped and we don't know how long it has passed, nor whether it is day or night.Hunger gnawed at us like a wolfhound, and we were powerless to resist, so we could only suffer in silence.In order to preserve our strength, we could only sit on the ground without moving.

I thought of the miners I interviewed before. They lived in the dark mine for fifteen days, relying on the dissolved underground water, and were finally rescued.In other words, we can stay here for fifteen days, as long as there is water. The thought of water makes my thirsty throat burn and ache. I remembered the bottle of "Nongfu Spring", so I asked Uncle Gousheng: "Where is the bottle of water?" Uncle Gousheng turned on the miner's lamp, crawled past the tomb robbers, climbed to the corner, and put the "Nongfu Spring" in his pocket. He also picked up the red cigarette case, opened it, and saw that it was empty. Unfortunately, it was thrown in the corner again.

After Uncle Gousheng crawled back, I saw that there was more than half of the bottle of water left. I wondered if it was left by the tomb robber who was scared to death.Uncle Gousheng unscrewed the bottle cap and asked me to drink it, and I let him drink it. After we gave up for a long time, Uncle Gousheng had to take a sip and handed it to me. This bottle of "Nongfu Spring" is probably our only life-saving straw. Although we are already facing a desperate situation, we still haven't given up our survival instinct. This tomb is not big, it is as big as a meeting room in a general unit.I once fantasized about digging out the passages and shafts filled with one-eyed eyes, and placing the excavated soil in the tomb, but Uncle Gousheng said that the shafts are straight up and down, and it is impossible to dig at all. The loess that came down was buried at the bottom of the shaft.Besides, with such a large amount of earthwork, it is estimated that they will be starved to death before they are dug to the end.

However, it is even more impossible to find a way in the tomb. There are stone slabs on six sides of the tomb, and steel drills and hammers may not be able to smash it open, not to mention that we only have one iron pick. We are more helpless than miners trapped in a mining disaster. I don't know how long it took, but I fell asleep again. I don't know how long it took, but I woke up again. After waking up, I felt that Uncle Gousheng was still sitting beside me. I asked, "Are you asleep?" He said, "I stared for a while." With a flash in my head, I asked, "How long have we been sitting here?"

Uncle Gousheng said, "It's been two days without talking." I said, "Two days have passed, why are we still alive? Isn't that strange?" Uncle Gousheng also suddenly realized: "Yes, in such a small tomb, it has been suffocating for two days, why is it still not dead? Ah, ah, this tomb has an outlet." I said, "Look for it quickly, where can I set it up? Where is the miner's lamp?" Uncle Gousheng screamed in the darkness: "Ah, I put the miner's lamp here, why can't I touch it? You didn't move the miner's lamp?" I said, "I didn't move." Uncle Gousheng exclaimed, "There...there are still people in this tomb." I opened my mouth, but couldn't utter a word. Uncle Gousheng's voice was trembling, and he shouted, "Who are you? Who are you?" Uncle Gousheng’s voice echoed in the empty tomb, the voice was full of fear, forked like a tree branch, as if it didn’t come from a human’s throat. no respond. Uncle Gousheng rattled the pliers on the mouse's coat and shouted bravado, "Speak, if you don't speak, I will shoot." Still no response. I touched Uncle Gousheng's arm in the dark, and Uncle Gousheng's arm was trembling all the time. When our arms touched each other, he grabbed my palm, and he suddenly became rigid. Looking into the darkness, he shouted: "Damn you, come here, I'm not afraid of you, if you have the guts, stab me to death, I want to die a long time ago." There was still no response in the darkness. I listened, and all I could hear was our panting. Uncle Gousheng took out a disposable lighter from his pocket. This lighter was found from the tomb robber who was scared to death.The lighter can still be polished, and by the light, I can see that the tomb is empty, no one is there, and there is no miner's lamp. "Damn him." Uncle Gousheng sighed, "Where did the miner's lamp go?" Uncle Gousheng stood up, holding the lighter in his hand, and took a step to the right. He wanted to find the miner's lamp, but suddenly he let out an exclamation, fell down, and the lighter in his hand went out. I subconsciously reached out and grabbed his one-piece mouse suit. Uncle Gousheng was also very alert, leaning forward and putting his arms on the stone slab.I pulled hard, and pulled the thin and thin Uncle Gousheng up. Uncle Gousheng gasped for breath, and said in shock, "Why is there a mechanism for this?" I lay on my stomach, groping on the dark ground, looking for a lighter.Thank God, I finally found the lighter a meter away from me, but fortunately the lighter has not been broken. I polished the lighter, and Uncle Gousheng used a pick to break open the floor on the right, and I saw the pit under the stone slab.The pit is about three or four meters deep, and the miner's lamp is in the pit. It's dangerous!Uncle Gousheng wiped the sweat from the fright on his forehead, and I stuck out my tongue again and again. I looked at the pit and said, "It must be that you fell asleep just now and kicked the miner's lamp onto the skateboard. When the skateboard was turned over, the miner's lamp fell down. If you turned over in your sleep and fell down, you wouldn't even die." know how he died." Uncle Gousheng scolded: "Who the hell built this tomb, isn't it designed to harm people?" The light from the lighter won't last long, we need that miner's lamp.Now, knowing that this tomb has ventilation holes, the desire to survive is suddenly ignited in our hearts.Get out, you must get out, and get rid of Gou Ri's Cyclops and the driver! Uncle Gousheng put the pick handle on the pit, we took off our clothes, tied them together, and used them as ropes.Uncle Gousheng hung down the rope to the bottom of the pit, picked up the miner's lamp, and said regretfully, "No, the bulbs are all broken." He climbed up the rope again. The lighter can only be polished once, then turned off, and then polished again... Otherwise, the lighter will be ignited, and the lighter has become our only reliance in the boundless darkness.Darkness is the sea, and this disposable lighter is a boat. How to get out?Can I go out?We are all thinking painfully. Uncle Gousheng pounded the ground inch by inch with a pickaxe in the dark, and found that there were only those two pits in the entire tomb. He dragged me to the side of the coffin, which is the safest place in the tomb. We looked for the passages left by the tomb robbers on the four walls. However, the four walls were dark and damp, with rough edges and corners, and there was not even a single crack, let alone a passage. Where did the tomb robber who was scared to death come in?And the tomb robber who has turned into a skeleton, could it be that they, like Tu Xingsun, can escape from the ground? The last time we ate was in a remote county in a neighboring province. After such a long time, the nutrients in our stomachs have long been exhausted.And the scene of eating in that county town seems like a lifetime away when I think about it now. How long have we been in the tomb?Maybe it was two or three days, maybe a week, we were in the bottomless darkness like splashed ink, and we had long lost the concept of time. I slept next to the sarcophagus, trying to make myself think about my life after I got out.I want to eat all the delicacies in the world, go to those famous mountains and rivers that I have always wanted to go but can't bear to spend money on, and I want to find a girlfriend to marry, live a good life, have children, love and guard them all my life... In the dark, my arm was always on Uncle Gousheng's arm. Only in this way can I forget the fear brought by the darkness. I asked, "Uncle, why did you think of digging graves?" Uncle Gousheng said: "One-eyed called me here. One-eyed said, if you want to get rich, go dig graves, and you will become a millionaire overnight." I asked, "Then have you become a ten-thousand household?" Uncle Gousheng said: "How can a person who has suffered so much become a household of ten thousand yuan? After digging the tomb for so many years, he is still so poor that he is still so poor. You are so poor that you only have pants left. You have seen it." I asked: "Then who made a fortune? One-eyed fortune?" Uncle Gousheng said, "One-eyed? It's not his turn yet. He's just a skilled worker, a small contractor. It's the boss who makes his fortune. I heard that the boss has several million dollars." I asked again: "Then who is the boss?" Uncle Gousheng said, "I don't know either, the boss never shows up." I continued, "Could it be the bald owner of that store?" Uncle Gousheng said contemptuously: "He? He is just a sentry guard, and he is no better than your uncle." After a pause, I said, "Uncle, I don't know how to tell you, I hurt you." you……" Uncle Gousheng interrupted me and said, "Ah, your uncle has traveled across the state and counties all his life. What happened? Didn't he see anything? He was beaten to death and drowned, and died in the tomb. Your uncle deserved to die, but it's a pity that you are a baby, so young." I said: "You are not afraid of death, and I am even less afraid. If we die together, there will be a companion on the way to Huangquan." Uncle Gousheng said: "How many people live is enough? Isn't death today the same as death in the future?" At the beginning, we were still talking, without saying a word. Later, we felt the boundless darkness in our chests, and we stopped talking. I don't know when, I fell asleep again. In my sleep, I seemed to hear the howling of a wolf, the sound was shrill and distant.Uncle Gousheng suddenly woke me up, and he said eagerly: "Listen, listen..." Sure enough, it was the howling of a wolf. The sound was long and slow, as if it came from underground, or passed through layers of obstacles. The sound echoed in the tomb like a propeller. Uncle Gousheng said in a trembling voice: "If we can hear the wolves howling, we are not far from the outside, maybe there is only a wall between us." However, we still don't know where the sound came from, and we can't find it. Uncle Gousheng picked up the pickaxe and smashed it on the wall of the tomb. The pickaxe collided with the stone and burst out a series of sparks. We sat on the ground, still helpless. Drowsy, I suddenly felt cool on my face, as if there were water droplets, I thought it was a hallucination, and suddenly heard Uncle Gousheng yelling: "Water? Where did you get the water?" Yes, how can there be water? The water droplets around us became lumps, and it felt cold to the bone. I fell asleep on the ground, opened my mouth, and the water dripped into my mouth drop by drop, and that feeling of happiness rippled all over my body.Water dripped on his face, and tears splashed from his eyes. Uncle Gousheng polished the lighter, and he could see clearly that the water drops were seeping from the top of the tomb.Uncle Gousheng handed me the lighter, picked up the pickaxe, and smashed it on the top of the tomb. He staggered and almost fell down. "Damn him." Uncle Gousheng said in surprise, "What is this?" With the faint light of the fire, he looked at what was brought down from the pickaxe, but found that it was a tangle of straw. "Ahhhh." Uncle Gousheng yelled, pounding on the top of the tomb with an iron pick, and found a round hole in the top of the tomb, which was filled with years of straw, which had rotted and turned black. This is a round hole. I don't know when the tomb robbers dug it. Uncle Gousheng laughed, and I laughed too. We hugged each other, tears streaming down our faces. Later, I looked up relevant information and visited some archaeological experts. They said that the shafts dug by tomb robbers before the Republic of China were all above the tomb; First dig the shaft, then dig the corridor, and enter the tomb from the tomb door. why? According to archaeological experts, the chamber of the ancient tomb is covered with stone slabs, which are extremely hard.Before the Republic of China, the number of people was small, and the land was sparsely populated. Tomb robbers could easily rob the tomb, dig a shaft above the tomb, smash the roof of the tomb with steel drills, or use a lot of gunpowder to blow the roof of the tomb. above.After the Republic of China, due to the increase in population and strict precautions, tomb robbers could only adopt devious tactics, avoiding stones and slabs, and opening the tomb door with ingenuity.There are also tomb robbers who build melon huts and plant watermelons in places far away from ancient tombs, and the melon huts are the entrance of tomb robbers; mouth.In order to avoid the eyes and ears of the tomb robbers, it can be said that they have racked their brains. Then, this shaft must have been dug before the Republic of China.Uncle Gousheng didn't know there was such a method of robbing the tomb, so he kept his eyes on the walls of the tomb, but forgot to check the top of the tomb.And those old rotten weeds, stuffed in the shaft, also became the same color as the stone on the top of the tomb. Why is there water? Uncle Gousheng said, "It must be raining outside, but this season, it may be snowing." We have found the entrance to the tomb, but there is a new problem, how can we climb up?We have no ladders, no ropes, how easy is it to climb from the tomb to the ground? Uncle Gousheng stood on the top of the sarcophagus, hooked the weeds in the shaft with an iron pickaxe, and pulled them down. The weeds grew more and more, intertwined and entangled with each other. The weeds that had accumulated for centuries were pulled into the tomb by Uncle Gousheng. inside.Then, a ray of sunlight that traveled through thousands of years shone into the ancient and dark tomb. Everything in the tomb began to become indistinct, and then slowly emerged into darkness. We leaned closer to the bottom of the shaft, the sun dancing happily on our faces. Outside the tomb, it was noon. Uncle Gousheng stood on the top of the sarcophagus, unable to reach the top of the tomb.I stood up and wanted to build a ladder like digging out a bird's nest when I was a child. However, because of my extreme weakness, as soon as Uncle Gousheng rode on my shoulders, I couldn't straighten up. In desperation, I had no choice but to lie on the top of the sarcophagus and let Uncle Gousheng step on my back. He took out a knife from the mouse coat and dug the foothole under the shaft.I struggled together, and he stepped on the foot socket. Then, Uncle Gousheng took turns one by one, dug his foot socket above the shaft, and climbed up. If Uncle Gousheng can get out, I can be saved. After a while, Uncle Gousheng threw a poplar tree with branches into the shaft. I climbed the trunk, climbed to the branch, climbed from the branch to the foot socket, and then, step by step, climbed out. In the dark tomb, crawl towards freedom and happiness. After climbing up vertically, I spread my limbs and lay on the ground. I felt that I had become a cloud, a wisp of wind, floating in the infinitely clear and infinitely transparent sky. This is a low-lying area, surrounded by thriving thorn horns and reeds. Countless years of withering and growing, the weeds have turned into a big blanket, covering the tomb.No one knows that there is a shaft left by tomb robbers here, which leads directly to the ground. Thick snow piled up all around, and just last night, maybe the night before, there was a heavy snowfall here.Then, the noon sun shone on the snow, and the melted water passed through the grass of the centuries and dripped into the burial chamber, reporting to us the news of the world. With the help of Uncle Gousheng, I walked slowly forward on the muddy snow, towards the distant mountain peak.Under the mountain, there is a road leading to the county. I saw a green car coming from a distance, I shouted and raised my arms... The next day, Uncle Gousheng and I showed up at the local police station. Then, we came to the detention center and met Uncle Caiwa. Later, Cyclops was captured by the police at the bald boss's home, along with the driver.After they fled for a few days, they sneaked back to the bald boss's house when they saw that the weather was calm.As a result, he was caught by the police. Uncle Gousheng and I were buried in the tomb for three days. On the night we were buried in the tomb, there was the first snow after winter.It snowed heavily for two days and two nights, and on the third day, the sun shone, the snow melted, and the melt flowed into the shaft, and we were rescued at last. On the second day after Uncle Caiwa’s accident, we were running around to hide. The bald boss came to the village where I was born to inquire. He found out that I was a reporter, and then told Cyclops, and Cyclops murdered me and Uncle Gousheng. . Their scheme is flawless, but it's a pity that Uncle Gousheng and I didn't notice it at all. According to the bald boss and Cyclops, there are four types of people in the tomb gang, from low to high, namely those who suffer from pain, legs, pots and eyes.Uncle Gousheng and Uncle Caiwa are bitter, one-eyed is a leg, bald is a pot, and Zhangyan is said to be from the provincial city, and has never shown up. Compared with the hard-working and the legs, the income of the pot is much higher, but all the risks must be borne by the pot. Zhiguo took a fancy to an ancient tomb, so he summoned legs, and legs led people to dig it.These people's wages, board and lodging, transportation, equipment, etc. all need to be paid for.Among the tomb gangs, Zhiguo is a person with certain economic strength.However, not all ancient tombs can be dug, and most of them have to run empty. It is not easy to find an ancient tomb, and it is even more difficult to find an ancient tomb that no one has dug.If something is dug out by luck, Zhiguo will contact Zhangyan, and if Zhangyan likes the product, he will pay for it;Therefore, in this interest chain, the risk of supporting the pot is the greatest. What Zhiguo is most afraid of is that cultural relics cannot be sold. If cultural relics are not sold, they will be in danger. It is like a hot potato or a time bomb, and it will be seized at any time.Today's tomb robbery is not like ancient times. In ancient times, the land was vast and sparsely populated, and tomb robbers could calmly rob tombs. Now tomb robbers are dangerous, and it is hard to say where there are eyes.Therefore, if there are cultural relics in hand, Zhiguo will choose to sell them as soon as possible, and he is willing to sell them at a lower price. The bald head runs a grocery store, but the grocery store is actually just a cover-up, and the bald head also runs a small coal mine.The huge profits from small coal mines gave him the capital to excavate cultural relics. After Zongyan bought the goods from the bald man, he passed the goods to the boss in the south through underground channels, and the boss in the south handed them over to the bosses in Hong Kong and Taiwan.In this way, cultural relics are spread overseas through underground channels, and their value has increased dozens of times and hundreds of times. For example, a bronze ware from the Han Dynasty was dug out by the legs and the bitter hands and handed over to Zhiguo. Zhang Yan bought it from Zhiguo at a cost of 5,000 yuan; It can reach 50,000 yuan, or even 500,000 yuan; and if you come overseas through various channels, it will become several million yuan.When cultural relics arrive overseas, tomb robbers are completely safe.Because in the overseas auction market, the source of cultural relics will not be questioned. The boss at the top of the tomb robbery chain is always a mysterious figure.It is said that such people have hands that reach the sky, their backgrounds and relationships are intricate, and no one can predict how dense their relationship network will be. Later, the police destroyed this tomb-robbing interest chain. Uncle Gousheng was sentenced to one year in prison for surrendering himself; , was only sentenced to ten years in prison; Zhang Yan, who lives in the provincial capital, was also arrested and is still in prison. Last year, when I went home, I met Uncle Gousheng. He is now the boss and has dozens of tandem bicycles and three-person bicycles. People who come to Qinling Mountain for tourism like to rent his bicycles. wandering.He later married his wife and had a daughter, and the family lived happily.