Qiangzi looked at Luo Ze's hand that began to move with round eyes, and asked me in a low voice.
"Don't talk yet."
My eyes were still on Luo Ze, and as for Li Xiaoqing next to him, I regarded him as a soy sauce maker and ignored him directly.
Different from me and Qiangzi, Li Xiaoqing has already understood Luo Ze's purpose at this time, and he also squatted on the side of the cemetery to prepare to help, under normal conditions, opening a tomb requires professional tools, although I can't say what I want specifically, but at this time Luo Ze only used a Swiss Army knife about four inches long to move, which really made me feel a little incredible, but I still pulled Qiangzi and took two steps back, one is to make room for them, and the other is because of my own psychological discomfort.
I actually have some taboos about this behavior of the two of them, although Hua Anguo is not dead now, no matter how you say it, this behavior of the two of them is also called prying the tomb, after all, this tomb is not opened, who knows if there is anything else in it.
Besides, even if he is a criminal policeman, he should at least get the consent of the owner of the cemetery, or the consent of his family, and at the very least, he must also get the consent of the cemetery before he can open the tomb.
Qiangzi estimated that his thoughts were similar to mine, and he frowned and looked at these two people on the side, but whether it was Li Xiaoqing or Luo Ze, all his attention at this time was on the square stone cover that was about to be removed in his hand, and he didn't notice the two of us.
From the beginning of Luo Ze's start to the present, only three minutes have passed, and the stone slab embedded in the tomb has been buckled out by them at this time, according to this situation, this tomb in Hua Anguo has indeed not been sealed, that is to say, the person or thing that should be buried should not be buried yet.
In fact, with the efforts of Luo Ze and Li Xiaoqing, the stone that seemed to weigh dozens of kilograms was removed from its original position, and at this time, under Luo Ze's signal, Li Xiaoqing also took a few steps back cautiously, stood farther away and looked at him from the side.
Luo Ze's strength was quite large, and the heavy slate in front of him, he slowly pushed it away with only his two hands, and it didn't look very difficult, and when he pushed the slate completely away and let go of his hands, everything that was originally under the slate was exposed to the sun at this time.
Seeing this, Qiangzi and I walked over quickly, Li Xiaoqing too, but because of the distance, he walked to Luo Ze one step ahead of us, I didn't go to see the things in the tomb for the first time, but subconsciously glanced at the faces of the two of them, at this moment, whether it was Luo Ze or Li Xiaoqing, their faces were not very good-looking, it seems that this tomb should not be completely empty.
"Why so much water" The first time I saw it, my mind was filled with questions.
Under the sun, the tomb in front of me, which is about a cubic meter in size, is full of stinky water, which looks very muddy, but you can still see the bottom of the tomb, and the most strange thing that makes me feel is that it happens to be placed at the bottom of this tomb, and an urn with red flowers on a black background is quietly soaked in the water, this picture looks quite weird.
Somehow, I looked at this urn with extremely strong color contrast, and under the sun, I shivered violently and got goosebumps.
"Team Luo, are you still here?"
When the four of us gathered by the tomb and thought silently, a man's voice came from behind us.
"Well, let's put it there, you all go back to the office first, and I'll come back later."
Luo Ze turned his head to look at the two men who carried Liu Xiangyang all the way again, and the man who was tired and panting said in a deep voice, I followed his gaze, but found that his gaze was not looking at the two young criminal policemen, but looking at Liu Xiangyang who was lying on the ground and covered with a white cloth with a little thought.
The two criminal policemen knew Luo Ze's character quite well, stood there panting and looked at the four of us, rested for about half a minute, and then casually said a few words to Luo Ze, didn't come to the tombstone, turned around and left.
"Lao Li, Su Ran, Xiao, Xiao Li, the three of you stand on the side, I'll try to take this thing out first."
When the two of them walked away, Luo Ze looked at us and rolled up his sleeves, and said to us in a deep voice, he looked quite cautious at this time, and he didn't allow me to look at it a few more times, Li Xiaoqing didn't hesitate to pull me and Qiangzi, and walked to the side for two or three meters before letting go of the two of us to stand still.
Luo Ze's hands poked into the stinky water as soon as we stopped, and his serious face looked slowly turning red at this time, I couldn't see it in the tomb, but the bruises on his exposed arms were bursting up, as if it was something in the tomb, forcing him to use all his strength, and gritting his teeth in his mouth, squeezing out such a word from between his teeth.
"Up."
No, I looked at Luo Ze's posture with all his might, when I looked at it just now, there was only a black and red urn in this tomb that was slightly larger than the palm of his hand, and Luo Ze should be moving it up at this time, but how could such a small thing be heavier than the stone slab that was pressed on the tomb just now Confused, I whispered to Li Xiaoqing and asked, "Team Li, shall we help him?"
"Don't."
Li Xiaoqing stared at Luo Ze's expression without blinking, shook his head decisively, and chose to believe in this strange man.
Fortunately, he did not live up to our trust, and after more than a minute, Luo Ze lifted the urn with both hands with a flushed face, carefully placed it in front of him, and after stabilizing it, he took a few steps back, sweating profusely and panting beside him.
After he took the urn out of the tomb, I looked at the true face of the box, not so much a box, but a jar, this black jar looks very particular about the workmanship, the whole body is round and smooth, the mouth of the jar and the lid of the jar, are carved with some exquisite patterns, the body of the jar is narrow and wide, it looks about fifteen centimeters high, the diameter of the jar is almost more than ten centimeters, how much has to be measured with a compass, we don't care about these.
What makes me feel the most strange is that such a beautiful thing, on the body of this jar, but there are many red lines with the thickness of a little thumb, not so much painted, but plastered, I think my aesthetic is bad enough, the person who painted this may be worse, messy and untidy, and a little intermittent, just now when the urn was placed at the bottom of the tomb, I seemed to be dazzled, and I felt that this jar has a strange beauty.
"What's going on?"
Qiangzi also looked at the jar at this time, touched me lightly and asked in a low voice.
"I don't know, I'll ask him later."
Looking at the urn that was quite exquisitely made, but was painted in a mess, my heart was also full of doubts, and I glanced at Luo Ze again as I said to Qiangzi, to be honest, what I just said is not the key, the most important thing is that I can't think of how much such a small thing can weigh, but Luo Ze's current appearance of looking exhausted does not look like it is pretending at all.
It seems that the sentence just now has to be repeated again, and if something goes wrong, it is a demon, and this urn designation is problematic, and it is not a small problem.
"Lao Luo, why does this thing look so evil?"
Li Xiaoqing couldn't hold back at this moment, as a representative of the three of us, he leaned over to Luo Ze'er, looked at the urn closely, and asked him.
"Hmph, that's right."
Luo Ze replied angrily with his nostrils, and glared at the white cloth on the ground again as he spoke, but that glance was in my eyes, and there were too many meanings there, but all I could see was helplessness and sympathy.
Does this urn have anything to do with Liu Xiangyang?
If it is related, does it mean that this purpose cemetery was bought by Liu Xiangyang for Hua Anguo, after all, if not, how could he come here to commit suicide, by the way, this Liu Xiangyang happened to be in the urn business "How do you say that?"
Li Xiaoqing, who didn't know about these situations, asked Luo Ze thoughtfully, in fact, I also want to ask this question, because even if I know this, I still don't understand what is so strange in this rather weird-looking urn that it can be so heavy.
"I can't say anything" Luo Ze said and walked to the edge of the urn again, it seemed that he was almost rested, only to see him tilt his head and take a deep breath, then reached out and pinched the round lid of the urn, pulled it twice without pulling it open, and then picked up the Swiss Army knife next to him and scratched it at the mouth of the can.
In just ten seconds, the week of the mouth of the can was filled by Luo Ze, he threw the keychain in his hand by his side, pinched the top of the can with a solemn face, and pulled it open forcefully.
"Poof."
With a slightly dull sound, the jar was opened by him, and I looked at the mouth of the jar and frowned, there was no white smoke rising from my imagination, no monsters escaping from it, and no blood flowing, from my current angle, the inside of the jar was swarthy, and I couldn't see anything clearly.
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In order to satisfy our curiosity, the three of us walked towards the jar at the same time, and squatted beside Luo Ze together, looking at the jar and at him.
Although Luo Ze was reluctant, he was also responsible again for the three of us to solve the confusion, I saw him put his hand into the small can mouth with an angry face, but the mouth of the can was small, his hand was big, and only a few fingers went in, looking at his angry expression at this time, I think his fingers should have touched something inside.
Living up to my expectations, Luo Ze's hand was pulled out of the jar with difficulty, and between his fingers he was holding a few pieces of yellowish paper, which he counted angrily as he threw them on the ground beside him as the three of us watched.
"One, two, three."
"Lao Luo, what is this" Li Xiaoqing, who was quite understanding at this time, pointed to these pieces of yellow paper again and helped me and Qiangzi ask the questions we also wanted to ask. i0 t1706231537: