Shiry Yang held the body's neck and groped up and down, and quickly found the location of the knot.
She warned us: "Be quick.
Without the protection of the wrapping, the body will be easily corroded by bacteria in the air."
"Take it all off" "This is an encrypted double-sided text.
Both sides must be compared and crossed, otherwise it will be no different from garbled code, let alone find the information we need."
She stopped making any noise as she spoke, and began to dissect the coat of Zongzi with full concentration. .
The cloth-like shroud worn by General Ketuo is also called a Changle shroud.
In addition to its antiseptic effect, it also has the implication of endless happiness and is the best wishes for the deceased's death.
The thinner and longer the cloth, the more it highlights the status of the deceased, which is a unique funeral custom in ancient desert areas.
Shiry Yang untied the knot, held one end of the cloth with both hands and slowly plucked the bamboo shoots to find the dices.
I knew that this project was complicated and complex, and the fingers holding the pen actually trembled slightly.
As the half-finger-wide Changle clothes gradually loosened, the true appearance of General Ketu slowly emerged in front of everyone.
Different from the strong and rugged male face I expected, his cheeks are narrow, his forehead bones are prominent, and the distance between his eye sockets is obviously wider than that of ordinary people.
"Is this a human or a monkey?"
Lao Chuai only glanced at it and immediately looked away, "It's dry, shriveled, and black."
"It's good if you don't have hair.
It's your turn to choose the appearance."
I quickly wrote down the facial features of the general.
I thought that the statues in the tomb were too beautified.
I didn't expect that the general Ke Zu who subdued the dragon and slayed the demon was so big.
He actually had a hozen face; no wonder he didn't dare to show his true face after death, so he wrapped his face and covered himself with jade to make himself look so noble.
Shiry Yang was busy deciphering the scriptures on the shroud and had no time to care about anything else.
I gave Lao Cai a pen and paper and asked him to continue taking notes.
I have always been curious about the function of the jade powder in the tomb, so I planned to take the opportunity to check to see how the general's teeth were and whether he had the habit of swallowing cold jade.
I stretched out two fingers and pressed them against his throat.
Even through my gloves, I could still feel how rough the dry and cracked corpse felt.
While squeezing, the fingertips suddenly hit a hard sphere.
I guessed that it was Hanyu who was buried with him, so I opened his jaw and pressed it a few times.
As expected, a crystal clear pearl popped out of his throat.
I loosened my fingers and the luminous pearl slid back.
Lao Cai stared at it and asked me what treasure it had hidden in its belly.
"Night-bright pearls are mainly used for antisepsis."
I was not interested in beads, so I took out the chopsticks and inserted them into the mouth of the mummy, and found that its gums were severely worn, but the teeth were neat and smooth with a touch of pearlescent light.
It was a fake at first glance.
"Ivory, we've spent a lot of money."
The fat man slipped into the workshop at some point.
I said: "There's not even a lookout outside, why are you coming in to join in the fun?"
The fat man held the camera and said: "Where can I find photos of the manuscript?
I just took a few ID photos of the general to ease everyone's work. burden."
Shiry Yang took off his mask, took the notebook and camera and said: "The information has been collected, I will start deciphering it now.
You wrap the body and put it into the keel pit.
You will understand what to do when Gong Chaoyang comes back."
The fat man raised his orchid fingers, picked up half of the shroud and said with disdain: "Damn, where do you start wrapping something tens of meters long?
This is the evil old society."
"It's useless for you to look at me.
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I'm usually busy fighting with zongzi, who has time to study their fancy mourning clothes."
I have no idea about this kind of meticulous work.
I wish I could just dig a hole and bury the body, and be done with it.
Lao Chuai said: "Why don't you go help Miss Yang and leave this place to me.
Even though I am thick, I am not bad at handicrafts.
I knitted all my son's sweaters."
He mentioned the little boy who was far away in his hometown.
My son couldn't help but have a happy smile on his face.
Thinking that he had put his life behind him in this desperate trip, my mood suddenly became very complicated.
Lao Chuai and I began to sort out the cloth strips.
The fat man held his chin and stared at the remains of the general, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Tell me, what have you fallen in love with again?"
I sighed, "Don't move the beads in your stomach.
If the corpse energy is released, everyone will not be able to eat and walk around.
It's okay to pull out a few dentures, pick a few No one else inside can see it.”
The fat man sneered: "Looking at your little awareness, I can see his two broken front teeth.
I'm thinking about business."
"Tell me and listen."
"Look, when he was buried, he definitely didn't put on the rice dumpling clothes by himself.
But who would have the time to draw such a detailed map on the shroud?
There are already five detailed epitaphs on the keel, and there are just five detailed epitaphs.
I remember how old the general was when he started peeing on the bed.
What else was on his rice dumpling clothes?
It’s easy to write about.”
The fat man looked down at the mummy and continued with a critical attitude, “Looking at the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks of this old boy, he probably wasn’t a good official when he was alive.
They say that a soldier needs three rations, but we ordinary people certainly didn’t.
If you don't enslave him, you might even rob civilian girls."
"No way."
Lao Cai recalled, "I remember there is a poem in praise of virtue, which tells the story of a slave who guarded the town treasury with blood, loved the people like a son, and was honest and upright."
I heard him mention the epitaph, and then I remembered that I had not read those five important poems carefully.
"I'll go out and have a look.
You just need to wrap it up twice.
We have to look for the ruins of the ancient city when we go back.
It won't be too late to wait for Comrade Gong to come back to make up for the scientific research and protection work."
I put down the work in my hands and lifted up the Plastic curtain, before I could walk out of the workshop, I heard Lao Cai let out a scream of fear.
I quickly turned around and found that Lao Chuai had jumped behind the fat man.
The fat man held the shroud in his hand, looking confused.
I looked at Lao Chuai, wondering what was going on.
He looked as if he had seen a ghost, his face was horribly dark, and his teeth kept chattering, making a "gurgling" sound.
I glanced at the mummy on the bed, my heart thumped, and all the blood in my body rushed to my brain almost at the same time.
The chopsticks inserted in the corpse's mouth broke at some point.
And the mouth that should have been closed was now hugely open as if it had been dislocated.
I held my breath and walked forward, covering its eyelids with one hand, and holding its lower jaw with the other hand and pushing it back to its original position.
At this time, the fat man had already grasped the hammer on the table.
He moved his head to signal me to stay away.
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I stared nervously at the big rice dumplings in front of me and slowly let go of my hands.
The three of us held our breath and stared at it intently, for fear of being eaten by the rice dumplings accidentally.
My mind was numb, and I still couldn't figure out which link was wrong.
The general's body had long since dried up and become rigid, with some of the muscles and joints severely degenerated.
When it comes to corpses hurting people, it's time to show off their power while in the tomb.
But chopsticks will not break by themselves.
Apart from the three of us living people in the studio, there was only a big rice dumpling on the bed.
If not it, who would it be?
The fat man was holding a hammer and wanted to smash it, but I stopped him.
The two of them watched for a while and found no sign of the corpse.
"Weird," I pulled out the remaining half of the chopsticks.
The cuts were neat and neat, neither like those broken by others nor like those broken by teeth.
"Have you seen clearly what's going on?"
Lao Chuai was half-lying on the desk, looking at the chopsticks in my hand, shaking his head quickly and saying, "I didn't see it.
When I looked up, it had changed.
This, this, are we going to get retribution?"
"Don't think too much.
You go out first.
Fatty and I will clean up this place."
I waved my hand to clear the way, and Lao Cai got out without hesitation.
The fat man raised his hammer and said, "If you don't do it, you'll smash it and pull it down, so that everyone won't have to worry."
"Then Shiry Yang won't skin us two when he comes back."
I was afraid of long days and long dreams, so I grabbed the strips of cloth and hurriedly wrapped them around the rice dumplings, "Tie him up first and throw him into the hole.
If you really dare to rebel, then Just don’t be polite and let it taste the hammer of socialism.”
The fat man threw down the hammer, and then together with me, we tied the mummy into a veritable "big rice dumpling".
We carried the mummies one after another and prepared to move out.
Unexpectedly, there was a "dong dong" knock on the door outside the house.
Gong Chaoyang has no friends in Luhai and is known as a literary lunatic.
Early in the morning, someone suddenly visited his shack.
I was just thinking about how to deal with it, when the entire door panel shook violently.
The people outside seemed to be about to break in the next second.
Shiry Yang held a pile of manuscripts and gestured to me: "The situation is not right, retreat quickly."
The fat man and I let go almost at the same time, and the general fell to the ground hard.
But right now, we don’t care about cultural relics.
The room is full of evidence of tomb robbing.
If we were caught here, it would be enough for us to die a hundred times
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