The fat man seemed to feel something was wrong.
He urged Professor Li: "When the army comes back and digs out the tomb, there will be plenty of time for you to study.
Let's leave quickly."
Shiry Yang stared at the stripes on the ground for a long time.
I asked her if she had discovered anything.
She shook her head and said, "I have never seen this kind of tomb painting.
It is more like a symbol than a painting.
It's a pity."
I don’t have much research on pre-Qin culture, so I can’t explain why, but I always feel that the craftsmen who painted these marks wanted to tell something to future generations.”
"This doesn't make sense," I said, looking at the winding red and white stripes.
"The tomb is a ghost house for the past.
No one wants their ancestors to be disturbed, so why should they leave a mark for future generations?"
, are you still looking forward to someone robbing the tomb all day long?"
"I don't think it's necessarily a warning to tomb robbers.
Think about it, the burial pit where we just passed is a public terrace used for worship.
Maybe the people who built the tomb hope that people will come to worship in future generations. , so these signals are left behind.
Just because we can’t understand them doesn’t mean they don’t understand them either.
It’s just a pity that we can’t decipher the meaning yet.”
The two colors red and white play an incomparable role in Chinese tradition.
Red represents happiness and white represents mourning.
Funerals can be divided into two types: happy mourning and mourning.
The former is often celebrated because the deceased died of old age, which is a happy event in the traditional concept; while the latter is often celebrated because the deceased died early, died in an accident, or died of illness.
Seeing red and white colors appear in the tomb passage at the same time is not a good thing.
I ask everyone to be more vigilant, stop paying attention to the marks on the ground, and focus on getting out of this stone path.
Professor Li attached great importance to this discovery and did not forget to take out his work diary and write two things before leaving.
The four of us walked cautiously along the stone path.
The only light source in the darkness was the flashlight in our hands.
Unfortunately, the range of light was limited.
The world ten steps away was always shrouded in darkness.
In such a deep environment, except for us, Apart from the footsteps of a few people, there was deathly silence all around, and it always felt like something was about to jump out of the darkness.
As I was walking, I suddenly tripped over something and almost fell.
After taking a closer look, I saw that it was a young man I had never met before.
He was half leaning against the wall.
I was only looking at the road in front of me and did not pay attention to my feet, so I bumped into him.
The man was wearing the overalls of the archaeological team, and he was slumped into a ball, huddled in the corner.
"Dead."
The fat man came forward with a flashlight and kicked him twice.
The man collapsed to the ground.
The fat man stuck out his tongue at me, "You're so damned.
Judging from his clothes, he belongs to Captain Jiang."
Professor Li was not shy about the dead.
He squatted down and tried to help the man up, but he froze as soon as he touched the body.
"I recognize this man.
He is a scribe at the museum.
His father is a paid employee of the Cultural Affairs Bureau.
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We met a good boy a few years ago.
He is doing evil.
This is evil."
An acquaintance died unexpectedly, and Professor Li was filled with grief and anger.
But for me, the cause of death of this little comrade is more important than anything else.
Duan Duan died alone in the tomb, with no external injuries on his body.
How can anyone feel at ease if this matter is not investigated clearly?
"Isn't there another one?
Let's look for him quickly.
Maybe he can be saved."
Shiry Yang woke up the man in his dream.
I asked Fatty and Professor Li to look for someone in the front, and then I lifted Xiao Qian's body up to check if there were any fatal injuries.
Shiry Yang was holding the lamp for me.
Although this was not the first time I saw a dead person, I still couldn't help but feel guilty when facing such a strange corpse in the tomb.
If it was an ancient corpse, forget it, it would probably be smashed to pieces with a shovel.
But a few hours ago, this guy was just like us, a living, active person.
He looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old.
It is really sad that such a young life passed away in front of our eyes.
"There are no body spots, and the joints are still soft.
He died not long ago.
Lao Hu, please check his head again to see if there are any wounds."
I put one hand on the body's neck and lifted his neck with the other hand, wanting to see if there were any wounds on the head.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Qian's slightly closed mouth suddenly opened, and I dropped the body in a hurry.
Shiry Yang seemed to have seen the corpse opening its mouth, and took out the dagger with his backhand.
"Lao Hu, what's going on over there?"
The fat man heard the noise and immediately ran towards us.
I'm still not sure whether the scene at that moment was an illusion.
Xiao Qian's body was lying quietly on the ground, with his back facing the sky.
I asked Shiry Yang: "Have you seen it too?"
She nodded firmly and said, "It did move just now."
The fat man exclaimed: "You've got the shovel on the body, what are you waiting for?"
I held the spiral shovel and turned the body around, wanting to confirm again whether Xiaoqian's body had undergone any changes.
Who knew that as soon as his face turned over, I saw something small and black?
"Crack."
"A sound fell out of his mouth.
A small gadget suddenly fell out of Xiao Qian's body.
I rushed forward and stepped on it under my feet.
The fat man pushed me: "What are you stepping on?
What if it's a treasure?"
I said, "You've been thinking about Xiaoqian since he died, 9 but it's not necessarily a good thing."
I raised my feet and squatted down with them.
The fat man rubbed his eyes: "This thing is as black as a piece of wood."
I fiddled with it a few times and found that it was really a small piece of wood residue.
Looking back at Xiao Qian's body, I was filled with confusion.
Shiry Yang opened Xiaoqian's mouth and dug out several pieces of broken wood.
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I thought to myself that this unlucky child must have starved to death, otherwise how could he have chewed so much wood.
The fat man lamented: "He couldn't have died from exhaustion, right?
He hadn't been underground for a few days, so he wouldn't have been so hungry and so unscrupulous."
I pressed Xiao Qian's throat again, and sure enough, there was a large hard object choking on her.
"Help me untie his clothes."
We worked together to take off Xiao Qian's coat.
Under the gray work clothes was a huge belly.
I don't know what he had swallowed before he died.
The round belly was almost It burst, exposing the veins on his belly, and large ruptured capillaries left bruised red spots on his belly.
Seeing such a death state made people's bodies stand on end with horror.
The fat man raised his hand and pressed the belly of the corpse: "It's as hard as a stone.
How much food did you eat?"
"Instead of saying how much he ate, it's better to ask him what he ate."
Shiry Yang put the work clothes back on the body, "What did you and Professor Li find?"
The fat man shook his head: "I ran back as soon as I heard your screams, and Lao Li was still in front."
He glanced at Xiao Qian's body and said, "I think the remaining one is also hanging, this is too damn That’s weird.
I’ve never heard of anyone being strangled to death in a tomb.
What do you think of the wood?”
I collected some scattered sawdust and put them in my pocket, thinking that I could give them to Captain Jiang after I went out.
No matter whether I could detect something or not, it would be an explanation.
You can't let someone's child die for no reason.
In the end, there isn't even a cause of death.
At this time, Professor Li panted and ran over from the front, with rare excitement on his face.
When he saw us, he shouted: "Hurry, there is a discovery ahead.
Coffin, there is a coffin":