I recalled the mirror I picked up in the garbage dump of the machine room in Nanping and asked Brother Yu about his thoughts.

Brother Yu smiled and said, "Yunfeng, you are too nervous. Don't scare yourself. That's just an ordinary old mirror, it's okay."

"I hope," I said.

Death may be a relief for him.

We buried Researcher Ma in the open space behind the stone building overnight. This person has lived a hard life so hard that God can't stand it. Just when we had just finished burying people, it started to rain lightly in the sky.

Xiaoxuan came to help me with a piece of plastic cloth on her head.

"Fast to Louyun Peak, otherwise you will be wet after waiting."

He ran back with Xiaoxuan, and looked up at the door and stared at the sky in a daze.

A thunder exploded with a click!

The sound shook the sky.

He looked down at the iron coins in his hand and murmured in a low voice: "Everyone has been carrying a mission since he was born, so what is our mission..."

"I know!"

Douyazi shouted: "Put your head! Our mission is to rob the tomb and open the coffin! Get rich and get money! Buy a house and buy a car! From then on, we will reach the peak of our life!"

He smiled and shook his head, and then Brother Yu came out.

"What did Wenbin find?"

"I searched it all and looked at it on the third floor. The only thing that man's last relic was this package."

"Open."

Brother Yu immediately untied the package and found that there were several old-fashioned green aluminum kettles and a yellowed diary.

This diary can be regarded as the work record manual of the research team at that time. It records in detail what they did and what they studied after arriving at Muya in 1966.

We also learned about the itinerary of their research team from this only remaining work record.

When they arrived in Muya, they first contacted the "captain of the Xiala Brigade of Yajiang Tuanjie Commune". The captain personally brought two people to escort them into the mountains for research. In July 1966, they discovered the "Batangza Jinding Tomb Group" and wrote the tomb archaeological registration form. The detailedness of this record surprised me. We stole so many tombs, but we never made records.

This record is a table, which divides "tomb number, direction, burial style, length, width, depth, placement of cultural relics, notes, etc. from left to right."

This is the difference between archaeology and tomb robbery. In the eyes of us, not to mention a tomb of the Jin Dynasty, even if we steal the tomb of the emperor, we would not do such things. It is too difficult.

This job record has been carefully preserved for 39 years.

I can't do this. For the first time, I admire people of their identities, and admire them from the bottom of my heart.

If I were asked to join the archaeological team, I would give me a toothbrush, and I would slowly brush a bowl of soil for three days, it would be a huge mental torture for me.

After reading my head, I turned the pages.

Suddenly, an old black and white photo that was inch long fell out of the diary page.

I leaned over to look at it and was shocked to find that the background of the photo was in the big millstone we passed by before. In the photo, seven or eight people were wearing long clothes and trousers. One of the young men sat on the big millstone and took only a side face.

He frowned and said, "Yunfeng, do you look at this person, does it look like our guide Lao Fu?"

"I only have a side face and a head, it looks a bit like...and it doesn't seem like it. The person in the photo is too young and can't be sure, it shouldn't be." I frowned.

"This is the rain in the mountains. It's going to fall as soon as possible. What are you studying?" Lao Fu said at this time.

"nothing."

He quickly put away the photo and said with a smile: "Brother Fu, when will the rain stop?"

"Haha, the old saying goes, you are not afraid of heavy rain, you are afraid of light rain and not breathing," Lao Fu shook his head: "I think it's so bad today, we can only stay here in Shilou to hide from the rain."

After eating dry food in the morning, the Sherpa men were bored and sat around the ground on the first floor, playing a gambling game similar to "sieve". Brother Biao also played with them. A group of big men were talking Sherpa dialect that they couldn't understand, sometimes laughing and sometimes screaming.

"Anyway, I'm fine, let's have fun together, brother?" Brother Biao asked me to join.

I briefly understood the rules of the game and sat down to play with them. Fortunately, it wasn't a gambling, otherwise I would have lost a lot. I played three games and lost three games until noon. The light rain in the mountains had not stopped. At this moment, Douyazai suddenly ran in panic and shouted:

"Not good! Something big is wrong!"

"That man's grave was dug open! The body is gone!"

"What! What's going on?"

"Go and have a look!"

I ran to the back of the stone building and saw that I had a good grave in the morning, but now I have been dug a big hole.

The body of Researcher Ma who we buried was gone!

"Who the hell did this!"

"Who saw it!"

"I don't know! You are all playing on the first floor, and we are all on the second floor, and no one comes out, and I don't hear any noise at all! Why is this grave dug up?" Douyazai immediately shouted.

Xiaoxuan hurriedly raised her hand and said, "That's right! When we came back in the morning, we were all on the second floor and had never been out. Yunfeng, I can testify about this."

Who the hell is so unethical? Digging new graves!

wrong......

I suddenly realized that there was one missing person. Where did that wild girl go?

"Brother Biao, where is the leader's sister?" I turned around and asked.

Brother Biao's face changed slightly, and I keenly captured it.

"Oh, you said she? She went outside to use the bathroom and came back soon. Don't worry, come on, let's have a good time."

I ignored it and walked out directly.

Brother Biao ran and chased after him immediately.

Because it was raining, I found a row of footprints shortly after I came out. I followed the footprints and saw some traces of dragging on the ground.

"It's raining so heavily, where are you going?"

"Get up! Don't stop me! Let's see what you want to do!"

I got angry and pushed him away.

I wiped the rain from my face and trotted into the woods.

Following the footprints on the ground and the traces of dragging, I followed the depths of the woods.

I saw a vague figure.

"Who is there!"

Hearing the shouts, the figure was walking towards me step by step, and as the distance got closer, I saw clearly.

Sister Zemi Wang's hair was completely wet, and two strands of black hair were pressed against both sides of her temples.

At this moment, her eyes were extremely cold, holding the sheep horn sacrum in her left hand and a human head in her right hand. The hair of this dead head was very long and dragged to the ground.

It was Researcher Ma who had just been buried.

The head was chopped off!

At the age of twenties, she was holding a dead head in her hand, and there was no trace of fear in the woman's eyes. She stood in the rain like a demon.

"What are you doing! Why do you cut off the head?" I suppressed my fear and asked her loudly.

After hearing what I said, Sister Mi Wang let go and his head fell to the ground with a slap.

Then, in front of me, she lifted the sheep horn sacral in her hand, aimed it at the head of the human on the ground, and stabbed it hard!

This time it was so powerful that I directly pierced it!
Chapter completed!