I was a little confused when I saw it, and said: "How come the water stains on the footprints smell like tuna?"
I looked at it carefully again, touched it with my hands, and smelled it.
It was also very thick, like transparent snot, which made people sick.
I couldn't help but said, "This seems to be corpse oil."
Generally, corpse oil can be extracted from a corpse by exposing it to the sun or smelting it, just like animal oil.
What scares me is why there is something like corpse oil on this footprint, and it smells like tuna.
Could it be that corpse oil and fish oil are mixed together?
Datou and I walked up the bluestone stairs and followed the small footprints, and then we arrived in a dark space.
The first time I stepped into it, I felt like an ancient prison cell.
It was surrounded by blue rocks, and it was indistinguishable.
I don’t know what material it is made of, but I know that bluestone is very waterproof.
The buildings here can't help but remind me that the history of Chinese building waterproofing can be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago.
Our ancestors have accumulated rich experience in building waterproofing, and the buildings here are mostly based on rows, supplemented by prevention, and multi-layer fortification. , a combination of rigidity and softness, etc.
Design concepts such as this have been adopted by architects from all over the world until today.
In particular, the water-water prison tomb passage is specifically designed for drainage.
The black hole in the barbed wire fence is set up with a blind tunnel leading to the lower ravine, so that water does not accumulate in the underground palace and surrounds the underground palace, which can prevent moisture.
Then I took a closer look at the bluestone wall, took out the dagger from my pocket and scraped it.
A layer of cyan ash was scraped off, revealing a yellowish-brown color inside.
I inserted it with the dagger, and it was very hard. , it is difficult for a sword to penetrate, but I also scraped off some dust.
I picked up the ash and smelled it, and I immediately understood what was going on.
It turns out that the walls here are not famous for their rocks and bluestones.
The outer layer is made of blue bricks, and the inside is entirely made of rammed earth and sand.
There are also layers of green ash mixed in between the gaps between the bricks, which can play a very important role.
Good waterproofing effect.
I can't help but sigh that such construction technology existed thousands of years ago.
When I recall that the underground palace of the Witch Gu Ghost Cave five years ago, there seemed to be similar buildings like this, but I was not exposed to this knowledge at the time.
This place is like a prison cell.
There are some rotten wood, rusty iron, and some broken bone powder scattered on the ground.
I don't know how long it is here.
In front is a heavy iron door, like a place where death row prisoners are held in a Western castle.
The door is unlocked.
I don't know if it is rusty and rotten, or it has been taken away.
We walked out of this cell smoothly.
As soon as we walked out, our hearts skipped a beat.
Because among the many footprints, the small footprints suddenly disappeared.
Could it be that this kid is in this cell?
I said to Datou: "Look, this footprint doesn't seem to go out of this door.
Could it be that it is there?"
In the middle of his words, Datou waved his hand and told me not to speak.
I turned around and saw a dilapidated wooden barrel in a corner of the cell.
It was the kind of wooden barrel used to hold wine in ancient times.
I saw that the barrel suddenly moved on its own.
For a moment.
Datou said softly: "The kid may be hiding in there."
I thought to myself, the barrel was as small as a stool, and only that kid could hide in it.
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I also said softly: "Don't act rashly, it's probably just a little rice dumpling."
Datou was stunned and said: "There really are Zongzi in this world.
I have only read about it in books.
And who came up with this name?
Why is the Zongzi called Zongzi?"
I didn't explain the problem with the rice dumplings.
I said to Datou, "Would you like to go over and have a look?"
Da Tou curled his lips and said: "If you want to go, you can go, but I won't go."
I hesitated for a while, and finally decided to go over and have a look.
After all, I don’t know what kind of existence this place is.
If I don’t figure out what is in the barrel, I’m afraid I will feel something following behind me every step I take. , The fearful thief is uncomfortable.
I sighed, walked carefully to the barrel, and then waved to Datou, motioning him to the other side of the barrel.
Da Tou hesitated for a while and then came over.
He walked very slowly, fearing that the contents of the barrel would suddenly jump out.
Da Tou first took a photo of it with a fluorescent stick.
The barrel was leaning against the wall, behind the barrel.
If there is nothing, it must be inside the barrel.
The two of us surrounded the barrel in the middle.
I pointed to a piece of wood that was about to rot next to the big head.
The big head picked up the piece of wood knowingly, and I also held the dagger tightly.
In the hand, the palm of the hand was already covered with cold sweat without realizing it.
Datou carefully poked the barrel with the rotten wooden stick.
He poked it four or five times, but he didn't seem to hear any movement inside the barrel, so he gestured to me with his arms around me.
He wanted me to move the barrel.
Pick me up.
Now that things had reached this point, I had no choice but to give up halfway.
I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, emboldened myself, squatted down and picked up the barrel.
Datou stood nearby, took a quick look in, and burst into laughter, cursing: "Damn, a mouse, it scared me half to death."
I threw the barrel on the ground, and sure enough I saw a mouse with soaked hair lying there motionless.
But when I looked carefully, this mouse was much bigger than ordinary mice, and its hair was barbed like needles. , I said: "This is not a mouse, it is a sea otter" Datou smiled and said: "What's wrong with the sea otter?
He can still pounce on me and bite me."
As soon as Datouhua spoke, I saw the sea otter's eyes glowing red, and it suddenly jumped up from the ground and pounced directly on Datouhua.
He also didn't expect that the sea otter would attack as soon as he said it.
He had no time to react and subconsciously covered his face with his hands.
Ah Datou screamed, and a large piece of flesh was bitten off by a sea otter on his left belly.
His arm was instantly bloody.
Datou took a sharp breath, threw the sea otter to the ground, picked up a rotten wooden stick and banged it.
The sea otter was very flexible, and after a few hits with the wooden stick, he swooped out of the iron door.
Datou was about to chase him out, but I stopped him hastily: "Stop chasing him, look at your wounds."
He was so angry that his whole body almost started to smoke.
He raised his left hand, but when he raised it, he couldn't lift it up.
He was dumbfounded and said, "Why can't I lift my left hand?"
I stepped forward and picked up his left hand.
When I saw it, I couldn't bear to speak.
I saw that a large piece of flesh below the left arm of the big head had been bitten off, and the area around the wound turned black
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