Ancient bronze vessels that have never been exposed to water and soil have been handed down to this day.
They are all purple with cinnabar spots on the bottom.
Even these spots have become raised, like fine cinnabar.
Put them in a large pot and cook them with boiling water.
The longer they are cooked. , the more obvious the stains are, if it is a fake, the stains will be boiled away by trying this, so it is very easy to distinguish.
I saw that this copper box was crystal clear, and when I shined it with an engineer's flashlight, the thin light seemed to be almost transparent, so I guessed that it was most likely an ancient object buried under the soil or salvaged from the water. , could this be the copper box under Wong Tai Sin Temple?
From what I have heard, there are many legends about this thing, but none of them seem to be clear.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be in a daze for a while.
The fat man felt curious and raised his hand to open the box and take a look.
In my heart, I also wanted to see what was going on, but I knew that this was no child's play.
God knows what evil was hidden inside, so I quickly held down Tong and said : "It's important for us to look for medicine first.
What's so good about these four old and shabby things?"
, Don’t forget that so many people in this research institute have died in mysterious circumstances, it doesn’t matter if you don’t touch this thing.”
But I subconsciously pressed my hand on the copper box, but I felt that the copper box was very light when I pressed it.
It shook a bit when pushed, which meant that it was empty.
The things that were released from it may still be in this building to this day.
I pressed the green copper box made of bones and shook it.
The copper had long been evaporated in the water and soil, and the remaining copper bones were only a fraction of what they once were.
So I moved my hands very lightly.
It felt empty inside.
There was nothing, as expected.
The Japanese were looking for mud for a while and the bandits dug out the antiquities.
Naturally, it is not kept sealed, it must be opened as soon as it is received.
There are a large number of people who died unexpectedly in the institute.
Judging from the Russian suicide notes, a major accident happened here not long after Ni'erhui brought the copper box from the mountain.
Although the cause of death of these people cannot be determined.
It is related to it, but it is probably not related to it, although everything in this building is quiet.
The yellow men who wanted to harm our lives have also been dealt with, but we will still be staying here for a while after all, so we must not be careless.
Maybe there will be some clues left in this empty box.
If we find out, it will be better.
No matter what we encounter in the future, we can be mentally prepared in advance.
Thinking of this, I didn't stop the fat man anymore, and asked him to open the lid of the box, and took two photos inside with the engineer's lighting tube.
It was indeed empty.
There were only some black sawdust left at the bottom of the box.
We looked at each other and were speechless.
We couldn't guess what kind of thing was inside.
The fat man kicked the copper box aside.
We wanted to continue looking for anything in the warehouse. medicine, so he asked Ding Sitian to sit on the wooden box at the door to rest temporarily, and Lao Yangpi stayed there to watch her.
Lao Yangpi is really down-to-earth.
Zai just asked him to sing for Ding Sitian to cheer him up, and he is still singing non-stop.
In his hoarse white horse tune: "Ride a white horse and run on the beach.
I don't have an aunt and you don't have a man.
The two of us are bundled together.
Hey, hey, we are born in the soil and rot in the soil."
The fat man and I We searched with a light and opened one wooden box after another, but everything inside surprised us.
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The weirdest stuff.
It was I who found a box containing a black wooden box.
There is a sparse glass bottle in the box, the body of the bottle is as shiny as new.
But it looks like an ancient relic.
There is a large cyan skull in the bottle.
The mouth of the bottle is only seven or eight centimeters, and the diameter of the skull is close to thirty centimeters.
I don’t know where it was put in, and I can’t tell.
Know what this bottle is for.
There is also an ancient black earthenware jar.
The body of the jar is engraved with various ancient Chinese charms.
It looks ordinary, but it is extremely well preserved and packaged.
It seems to be extremely valuable.
This earthenware jar reminds me of something I have heard of before.
One thing happened.
Before liberation, there was a businessman who bought antiques in Beijing.
Once when he was buying antiques in the countryside, he accidentally picked up a black rabbit from a farmer's house in the countryside.
There are many ancient seals engraved on the jar, which look like talismans and incantations.
I didn’t spend much money at that time, I just collected it while collecting other antiques.
However, the shape of this ancient jar is simple and unpretentious, and the color is very interesting.
Black, although the age and origin could not be seen, the antique dealer loved it very much and did not sell it.
Instead, he collected it himself and kept it at home filled with water to grow flowers.
One time it was so cold that the water turned into ice.
The antique dealer was busy that day, so he forgot to empty out the water in the earthen jar.
Thinking about it afterwards, he thought that the black jar would be cracked by the frost, and he never thought that he would come back and look at it again.
At that time, any place with water in the yard was completely frozen The antique dealer found it strange that only the pitch-black earthen jar was fine, so he poured water in again and tried again.
It still didn't freeze at all all day long.
He even put his finger into the jar in the ice and snow and could feel the contents inside.
The water is not even cold.
If hot soup or tea is poured into this ancient earthen pot, it will feel like it has just been boiled on the stove for a day.
From then on, the businessman knew that this was a treasure and cherished it extremely.
Later, he got drunk once.
I accidentally knocked the ancient earthen pot off the table and broke it into several pieces.
I found that there was no difference between the tiles and ordinary pottery, but there were some There is a mezzanine, that is, two layers of jar walls.
In the mezzanine, there is a picture of a ghost craftsman stimulating fire.
The ghost craftsman has a green face and shackles, holding a fan to draw firewood to light the fire.
The carving is extremely exquisite and meticulous.
The craftsmanship is so good that it cannot be carved by manpower.
The place where it came out can only be described as miraculous workmanship, but at that time no one could tell exactly what era this ancient earthen jar was from.
I heard later that there was a saying that these utensils with incantations carved on the outside and ghosts engraved on the inside were secretly made in Chenzhou, Western Hunan.
The craftsmanship has long been lost.
There are almost no fully formed ones that can be seen now.
The fragments and the like were all recovered from ancient tombs.
At that time, I regarded it as a story.
Listen, I thought this was similar in nature to the story about the treasure gourd.
But when I saw the earthen jar here, it was very similar to the folk customs I heard from hearsay.
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The ancients confirmed the present, and they matched one by one.
It seemed that the craftsmanship and wisdom of the ancients were indeed real.
Many of them have been lost and can only be admired by modern people.
But at that time, although I thought it was new, I didn't think these ancient relics had any value.
Anyway, they all belonged to the category of the Four Olds.
He shook his head to show that he had found nothing.
The fat man scratched his head strangely.
He said to me: "This place is full of weird things.
They are not good for food or drink.
None of them are useful."
I said: "It seems that these items were dug out by tomb robbers.
Most of them are good things that can be done with mud.
Some of them may be collected from the people.
Anyway, they are all antiques, and I found these dilapidated and ancient things.
They all have one characteristic that they must be trying to find out.
An important object is probably the soul-summoning copper box in the Baiyan Cave murals.
You see, most of these artifacts are contained in copper boxes and wooden boxes.
There are even a few copper coffins, which may have been mistaken for this place.
The copper box in question has been dug out, and there won’t be anything we need in it.”
Seeing that there was nothing to gain in this warehouse, we had no choice but to look for medicine elsewhere.
All four of us were injured, and they were too exhausted to walk fast.
Although we were very anxious, we could only move forward slowly along the corridor step by step.
There were cables in the buildings, but the electricity had been lost.
We didn’t know what mechanism these buildings relied on to generate electricity, and we were looking for detoxification.
Potions and wound medicine are more important, and there is no time to look for electrical equipment.
Fortunately, there are two lighting tubes that come and go, so it is not completely dark.
Ding Sitian lay on the fat man's back and asked me in a daze if there was any ghost in this building.
I advised her not to think nonsense.
The hauntings in the past may have been caused by those two old men, but I was also muttering in my mind that this building was built just below the cave.
Looking from the outside, you can see several huge stone beasts buried in the soil on the cross-section of the hillside.
They are exactly the same as the legend of the Ghost Yamen, which is said to be the entrance to the Ghost Gate.
Think of that black ancient earthen jar.
I feel that some legends are not groundless, just named.
There must be a reason.
Since it is called the Ghost Yamen, are there any ghosts in the cave?
I secretly told myself that it was better not to mention these things again.
If I mentioned them too much, I would always talk about whether there is a ghost.
Even if there is no ghost, there must be a ghost.
Although there is no light in the corridor, it is already early in the morning.
It was even less likely that there would be a ghost during the day.
While I was looking for some reasons to keep my mind calm, I checked and rummaged through the rooms.
The underground facilities of this research institute are divided into two floors.
The bottom floor is much larger than the first floor.
The corridors are all marked with red paint with serial numbers.
This area may be a confidential facility.
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If it were not for these numbers, it would be easy to get lost while walking inside.
However, Now that we have penetrated deep into the core area of the research institute, whether we can save Ding Sitian's life depends on it, so we have to launch a blanket search.
I still have a doubt, that is, the Japanese army built such a large-scale secret research facility.
I am afraid that it is not just as simple as developing poison gas and bacteria.
There may be even more amazing secrets and research projects in it.
However, these things are too complicated, and what we have What I have seen and heard is just the tip of the iceberg.
There is nothing at all.
What clue?
The more I thought about it, the more I felt a headache.
There seemed to be many bugs crawling around and biting in my head.
I just walked forward with random thoughts, and unknowingly followed the other three people to the end of a wide passage.
Here There is a round door with an eye-catching red mark "0" on it.
The iron door is ajar and not locked.
This door is completely different from the ones we saw nearby.
These basements are large and small, with different uses.
Looking around, there seems to be no pattern.
I use a lighting tube I scanned inside the door and found that the darkness seemed very deep and the space was much larger than expected, so Zai decided to go in to check the poison, but the situation inside was unknown and he didn't know if there was any danger, so he asked the fat man to stay at the door to take care of him.
I'll go in alone to explore the way.
The fat man's wound hurt again.
He covered his neck and said to me: "You only have one arm left to move and you still want to practice personal heroism.
You should understand that collective strength is invincible.
Why don't I go in with you?"
Why don’t we worry about letting the poor and lower-middle peasants stay and take care of Sitian?”
We came in from the outside.
Although there are many corpses in this building, there is no danger.
If there is something inside this "0" door, I really can't handle it based on my current situation.
If the fat man is allowed to If someone goes in, it would be even more dangerous for him to be reckless.
It would be safer for him and me to take care of each other as a partner, so I thought about it and agreed.
We left the Kangxi sword to Lao Yangpi and asked him to take care of Ding Sitian.
No matter what happens inside, don't go in.
We won't go too far.
We will return immediately after we find out the situation.
Then I took the scabbard. , the fat man took the bastard box with two bullets left, the two opened the iron door and walked in one after the other.
As soon as I landed, I felt weak under my feet.
I took a look with the engineer's lighting tube and saw that the ground was indeed not a cement floor, but covered with red soil.
I poked the soil a few times with my scabbard and found that the soil layer was thick.
It couldn't be poked to the bottom, and the dirt on the ground was so uneven that it looked a bit like a vegetable garden.
The air here is damp and cold, and there seems to be a lot of impurities in the air.
Although you can't feel anything when you breathe it, it has interfered with the range of the engineer's lighting tube.
The lighting distance has been shortened by nearly twice, and the light is almost swallowed up by darkness.
Now that we are clean, we don’t dare to go further into the depths casually. , followed the iron door marked with the word "0" and groped to the wall.
Surprisingly, the walls here were made of adobe bricks, and were connected to the top wall in an arc, creating a spacious basement that was high in the middle and low on both sides. , the adobe bricks are retracted upward, layer by layer, staggered and stacked, and the shape looks more like a cave dwelling or cellar.
The fat man and I thought this was a Japanese vegetable cellar, but somehow we felt something was wrong.
There were many bumpy bumps on the adobe bricks, connected to each other, as if something was covered with mud on the wall.
Seeing this I guess it's impossible to find any medicine here.
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This doesn't look like a good place.
I don't know what kind of weird things are being done here.
It's better to withdraw and find a way to find it elsewhere.
We were about to exit when we suddenly felt a noise above our heads and a gust of cold wind.
We quickly lowered our heads to dodge.
In the short light of the lighting tube, we saw a white figure hanging head-down from the ceiling. , we couldn’t see where the man’s feet were hanging, only his two hands and head hanging upside down in front of our eyes, as if he was reaching out to catch him.
The fat man and I quickly grasped the scabbard at the same time, poked the other person's head and pressed it against the wall.
The engineer's light bulb on the chest just shone on the man's face.
It was not the face of a living person at all.
It was surprising.
It was white, and was so dry that it was starting to sink in.
The nails on both hands were so long that they were curled, and they were bent and trembling slightly
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