She said that the actual situation was very difficult, but we did not have more time to prepare supplies.
The mystery of the mysterious wildfire has not yet been solved, and the entrance to the ancient city is right in front of me.
Looking forward and backward is not my style.
I have already made a plan.
Regardless of whether Fatty and the others can find suitable equipment, we will all go into the city immediately.
Shiry Yang was so angry that she turned green after hearing my "plan".
She threw away her backpack and said in a questioning tone: "The matter is obvious in front of you.
It's too late to return it now.
The search volume is too big.
It's not just a few of us."
Even if you have confidence in yourself, his life is our first priority at the moment."
She suddenly became furious.
I was a little confused as to which song my aunt was going to sing again.
Shiry Yang and I rarely have arguments, especially on professional issues.
Although we have different opinions, we basically act on the principle of peace and mutual assistance.
Her scolding made me very uncomfortable, but I couldn't bear to challenge the lesbians in the field, so I had to politely ask her for advice.
Unexpectedly, she became even more angry and sat on the edge of the cave, her back to me without saying a word.
I thought that this was probably what fat people often call Xiao Nizi's tantrums, but in the years that Shiry Yang and I have known each other, she has rarely been as unreasonable as she is today, not even leaving a single step behind.
The atmosphere was awkward, and I didn't bother to explain to her.
I continued to dig mud in the ground.
Unexpectedly, the shovel head suddenly hit a hard object, and it seemed that I had dug something.
I hurriedly speeded up and scraped away the mud around me.
Shiry Yang heard the sound of digging, turned around and ran forward.
"The fat man is really covered.
Look, it's a jar."
I dropped the shovel and stroked away the soil near the mouth of the jar with my hands.
I held the belly of the pottery jar with one hand, dug into the ground with the other, weighed it a few times, and then removed it.
It was brought up in its entirety.
This rough pottery product is narrow and flat at the top and bottom, wide and round in the middle.
It is painted with three parallel patterns that resemble human faces.
You can hear a "rustling" sound when you shake it gently.
It seemed that the fat man's guess was indeed correct.
The group had indeed hidden their private goods in the fields.
Shiry Yang's expression was hesitant, and I knew that he was probably guessing the origin of this pottery jar.
There were no homes within a hundred miles, let alone a market, so a group of tomb robbers had no reason to carry around such a fragile item.
The only explanation is that they have entered the ancient city and brought things out from the ruins.
The jar rested on the ground, level with my knees.
It was an awkward size, and it looked neither like a handmade display nor a storage utensil.
The seal of the pottery altar is stuffed with a poplar wood cover, and the outer ring is covered with asphalt-colored mud.
Due to the age, these adhesive materials have become extremely hard.
I found that there were several clear scratches along the outer ring.
It looked like someone was trying to open the altar with a sharp object such as a dagger.
"The pattern is a bit strange.
I have never seen such a human face pattern among the cultural relics unearthed in the Jingjue River Basin."
Shiry Yang pointed to the pattern stained with soil.
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I took a closer look and found that the jar's neck, waist, abdomen, and base all had similar patterns, but the styles of each group of patterns were different.
The faces in the three groups all had wide foreheads, high noses, slender faces, and missing facial features. .
At first I thought it was physical wear and tear and didn't take it to heart, but when I took a closer look, I realized something was wrong.
There was a sense of familiarity among these faces, but I couldn't tell where I had seen them before, which made me feel uncomfortable.
Shiry Yang was also curious.
She asked me why there were pictures of disabled people tattooed on the jar, and the scars were all on the face.
I thought to myself that I didn't make this thing.
How could I know the aesthetic taste of the artist who drew the picture?
But this thing looks unlucky.
It is definitely not a home furnishing dug out of ordinary people's homes.
It is probably related to sacrifices or mining. related to hazardous activities.
"Stop thinking about it, just open it and see if it's knotted."
I took out the lighter, wiped it several times, and finally lit up a small flame.
"This kind of composite mud is a pure natural product with very strong adhesiveness.
It is mixed with animal saliva and rhizomes of desert plants.
It is generally used to repair and stabilize houses.
It can withstand strong winds of level 10.
I tried to pry it open with a dagger.
No common sense at all.”
After roasting, the mouth of the jar became loose, and the asphalt-colored mud became soft and fluffy, exuding a burnt smell.
I wrapped the mouth of the jar with my gloves, gently peeled off the filling mud stuck between the poplar lid and the mouth of the jar, and then opened the lid smoothly.
The mouth of the jar was as big as a palm, and it was so dark inside that nothing could be seen clearly.
Before I could raise my flashlight and take a closer look, I heard the sound of metal friction coming from behind me.
When I turned my head, I saw that the fat man and Lao Cai were indeed running over from a distance with chains as thick as the mouth of a bowl.
An oval-colored backpack appeared on the fat man's shoulder from nowhere.
He dropped the chain and happily took credit: "Let me tell you, no matter how clever the fox is, he can't defeat the old hunter.
There are a lot of things hidden in the car, except A big iron chain and a backpack of emergency supplies are enough for us to survive for another week.
It's a pity that I don't have a handy guy, so I removed a wrench, which is better than nothing."
"You're so beautiful.
Look, it's just dug out and it's still warm.
Are you interested, Commander Wang?
He has long eyes."
I leaned over and showed the human face altar, and the fat man's eyes suddenly shone.
"Oh, my dear, these turtles and grandsons have hidden themselves deep enough.
Come on, let Fat Grandpa see what treasures they have dug out."
He pressed the mouth of the jar and stretched out his right hand to touch inside.
Lao Cai screamed and pulled the fat man hard: "How can you just pick it up randomly, what if it's my medicine?"
The fat man felt unwilling and curled his lips and said: "Okay, okay, come and touch me, you're so nervous."
Lao Cai carefully unfolded his backpack, picked up the jar and shook it, then put on his gloves and slowly put his hand in it.
I was holding a flashlight for him from the side.
Everyone is very curious and wonders what treasures are hidden in the clay altar.
Lao Chuai's expression was quite panicked at first, full of expectation, then his brows slowly formed into the character "Chuan", and finally he blinked and his whole person froze.
"What are you doing?
What's inside?"
The fat man impatiently approached and asked.
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"I, I don't know, something feels wrong, like, like" "Like what" He panicked and pulled out his right hand from the altar, bringing out a pile of gray sand.
Shiry Yang twisted a few grains, shook his head and said, "This is charcoal ash."
Lao Chuai clenched his fists tightly, as if he was holding something in his hands.
He covered his right fist with his other hand, his body shaking uncontrollably.
"Open up, everyone, take a look, it's okay."
I held his hands and found that his whole body was cold, and I could feel a chill through his gloves.
Lao Chuai slowly opened his palm, and before we could see it clearly, he jumped up with a scream and quickly took off his gloves.
Two round objects were scattered on the ground, and they rolled to nowhere in the blink of an eye.
"They're moving, they're moving."
Lao Chuai pulled me, so frightened that my tongue was tied.
"They're alive."
Unfortunately, it happened so quickly that I didn't even see what he was throwing out.
Fatty and Shiry Yang lowered their heads to look for them respectively.
The fat man complained: "You were so panicked that you didn't even hear the sound.
If these are the orbs for burial, where are you going to apologize to me?"
We searched for a while, but couldn't find any living things around, let alone any moving beads.
The crowd's momentum disappeared instantly.
Lao Chuai blamed himself: "I was too nervous and didn't see it clearly.
Maybe, maybe it was just an ordinary bead.
It was all an illusion and it hadn't moved at all."
He had been frightened before and had a bad disease on his body.
He was so nervous that he lost his mind.
It's inevitable.
"It's a pity that we finally dug it out, but in the end the bamboo basket was empty."
I smiled and comforted him and said, "But we are not here for the money.
If we lose it, we will lose it.
Now that we have the iron chain, we can strike while the iron is hot. , go down to the hole.”
The fat man was unwilling to accept it, so he turned over the jar and poured out the contents with a "clatter".
Before I could shout to stop, half a jar of gray-black sand instantly covered our feet.
"It's all charcoal ash."
The fat man picked it up and took a look, and was immediately discouraged.
"With such a big jar, there are only two beads hidden, and the rest are all charcoal ash.
It's so damn unlucky."
"In addition to charcoal, there is also lime, and the mouth of the jar is sealed.
This design is probably for preservation and preservation."
I fiddled with it a few times and found that there was still gray-white substance inside.
"According to your statement, what we are digging is the people's refrigerators in the town."
"Not necessarily.
You forgot, lime powder is often prepared in tomb chambers, which is both moisture-proof and anti-corrosion.
It's the same as our clay jars."
"That makes sense.
Commander Hu is very meticulous."
The fat man raised the jar and turned it upside down.
"But there's nothing else in it.
Tell me, what did I just throw out?
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It filled most of the jar with charcoal."
Ash."
"Don't look at me, I really, really don't know."
Lao Cai said with a grimace, beads of sweat on his forehead, "How about not counting what I owe you and paying you the market price when I get back?"
When Shiry Yang saw that Lao Chuai was serious, he turned around and severely criticized Fatty and I.
"What time has it been?
I'm still in the mood to tease him.
The chains are already tied, next":