Chapter 34: The number is "0"

Ancient bronze ware that has never been in the water and soil has been passed down from the world to this day. It has been purple and cinnabar spots on the bottom. Even these patches have become bulging. For example, the superior cinnabar is cooked in boiling water in large pots. The longer it takes, the more obvious the spots are. If it is a fake, the spots can be cooked away by trying this way, so it is very easy to distinguish.

I saw that the copper box was crystal clear and shining with an engineer's flashlight, and the thin light flowed like it was almost transparent. I guessed that it was probably an ancient thing buried under the soil or salvaged from the water. Could it be that this was the copper box under the Wong Tai Sin Temple? As far as I have heard, there are many legends about this thing, but none of them seemed to be able to explain it clearly.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little god. The fat man felt curious and raised his hand to open the box to take a look. I actually wanted to see what happened in my heart, but I knew that this was not a joke. God knew that there was something hidden inside, so I quickly pressed the copper box and said, "Let's find medicine first. What's the good thing about these four old and dirty ones? Don't forget that so many people in this institute died inexplicably, it's better not to touch this thing." But I subconsciously pressed my hand on the copper box, but I felt that the copper box was very light. After pressing it, I pushed it and shook it. This means that it was empty inside, and the things released from it may still be in this building.

I shook the verdant copper box. The copper material was evaporated in the water and soil. The copper bones left were only one-digit as before, so I started very lightly, and I felt empty inside and there was nothing at all. As expected, the Japanese bandits who were looking for the mud to dig out the antique, so they naturally didn't seal it and store it, and they would definitely be opened as soon as they got it.

There are a large number of people who died suddenly in the institute. Judging from the Russian suicide notes, a major accident happened to be there, not long after the mud transported the copper box from the mountains. Although it is not certain that the cause of death of these people is related to it, it is mostly inseparable. Although everything in the building is silent and the yellow skin that wants to kill our lives has been cleaned up, we have to stay 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 check it out, we can make psychological preparations in advance no matter what we encounter in the future.

Thinking of this, I didn't stop the fat man anymore. He asked him to uncover the box lid and took two photos with the engineer's lighting tube. It was indeed empty. There was only some black wood chips left at the bottom of the box. We looked at each other and looked at each other without saying a word. I couldn't guess what the name was here? The fat man kicked the copper box aside. We also wanted to continue to look for medicine in this warehouse, so we asked Ding Sitian to sit on the wooden box at the door to rest for a while, and the old sheepskin also stayed there to look at her.

The old sheepskin is really real. I just asked him to sing to Ding Sitian to refresh himself. He is still humming and singing. In his hoarse white horse tune: "Riding a white horse, running on the beach, I don't have a wife, you don't have a man, let's tie it up and make a bunch of garlic, huh hey, the soil is born with rotten in the soil...", the fat man and I raised the lamp to search, and opened one wooden box after another, but the things inside surprised us.

The strangest thing is that I found a box containing a black wooden box. There was a glass bottle in it. The body was as bright as new, but it looked like an antique. There was a large blue skull stored in the bottle, with the mouth of the bottle being only seven or eight centimeters, while the diameter of the skull was nearly thirty centimeters. I don’t know where it was put in, nor can I know what the bottle was used for.

There is also a black ancient earthen jar with various ancient Chinese talismans engraved. They looked ordinary, but they were preserved and packaged very properly and rigorously, and seemed extremely expensive. This earthen jar reminded me of something I had heard before. Before liberation, there was a merchant who purchased antiques in Beijing. Once, he bought antiques in the countryside and accidentally collected a black jar from a farmer in a village. It was engraved with many ancient seals on it, which looked like a talisman. It didn't spend much money at that time, but it was collected with it when collecting other antiques. However, this ancient jar was simple and unpretentious and dark in color. Although the origin of the era was not seen, the antique merchants loved it very much and did not sell it for sale. Instead, they collected it themselves and stored it at home with clear water and growing flowers.

Once, it was so cold that the weather was so cold that water turned into ice. The antique dealer was busy that day, so he forgot to pour out the water in the clay pot. Afterwards, he thought that the black jar would be frozen. Unexpectedly, when he turned around and looked at it, all the water in the yard was frozen, but the dark clay pot was fine. The antique dealer thought it was strange, so he poured the water back in and tried again. He still did not freeze all day long. Even when he looked into the jar in the ice and snow, he could feel that the water inside was not cold.

If hot soup and tea are infused into the ancient tiles, it will seem like they have just boiled on the stove within a day. From that point on, the merchants realized that this was a treasure and cherished it very much. Later, when they got drunk, they accidentally knocked the ancient tiles from the table and smashed them into several pieces. They found that there was no difference between the tiles and ordinary pottery, but there was a mezzanine, that is, two layers of the jar walls, with ghost craftsmen engraved in the mezzanine. The ghost craftsmen had green faces and fangs, and held a fan to lure fire to burn fire. The carving was extremely exquisite and meticulous. The craftsman seemed to be not carved by humans, and could only be described as magical craftsmanship, but at that time no one could tell what age the ancient tiles were.

I heard later that this kind of artifact that carved out the spells and engraved ghosts inside were all secrets of Chenzhou, Xiangxi, and the craftsmanship had long been lost. Now, there are almost no complete shapes. All fragments and other things were unearthed from ancient tombs. At that time, I took this matter completely as a story, thinking that this was similar to the story of the treasure gourd, but when I saw this clay pot here, it was very similar to the folk anecdotes that heard about it. It was consistent with the past and the present. It seemed that many of the craftsmanship and wisdom of the ancients had been lost, and only to modern people admire it.

But at that time, although I thought it was fresh, I didn't think these antiques had any value. Anyway, they all belonged to the four old categories. I just took a look and put them back in place. At this time, the fat man also looked through a lot of things, shook his head at me, indicating that he had nothing to do.

The fat man scratched his head strangely and said to me: "There are some strange things hidden in this place, and they don't eat or drink, and there is nothing useful."

I said, "Looking at the sight of these items, they all seemed to be dug out by tomb robbers. Most of them were good things that mud would do, or some were plundered from the people. Anyway, they were all antiques. And I found that these broken and old things all had a characteristic. They must have wanted to scrape the ground and found an important thing, which is probably the soul-summoning copper box in the mural of Baiyan Cave. You see, most of these objects are contained in copper box wooden boxes, and there are even a few copper coffins. They were probably dug out as the copper box related to this place. There will be no things we need here."

Seeing that there was nothing in the warehouse, we had to look for medicine elsewhere. The four of us were injured, and we were exhausted and unable to walk fast. Although we were anxious, we could only walk forward step by step along the corridor. There were cables in the building, but the electricity was lost. We didn't know what was used to generate electricity in these buildings, and it was more important to find antidotes and injury medicines. We couldn't get enough space to find power equipment. Fortunately, there were two lighting cylinders that were sometimes good and sometimes bad, so we would not be completely in the dark.

Ding Sitian lay on the fat man's back and asked me in a daze if there were any ghosts in this building? I advised her not to think about it. The haunted movements in the past may have been made by the two old yellow-skinned men, but I was also muttering in my heart that the building was built under the cave. Looking outside, you can see several huge stone beasts buried in the cross-section of the hillside. It is exactly the same as the legend of the Ghost Yamen. They all say that it is the entrance to the Ghost Yamen. When you think of the black ancient earthen jar, you feel that some legends are not groundless. If you name it, there must be a reason. Since it is called Ghost Yamen, are there really ghosts in the cave?

I secretly told myself that I should stop mentioning these things. I have mentioned them too much, and I always say whether there are ghosts or not. Even if there are no ghosts, it will be ghosts. Although there is no light in the corridor, it is already early morning, and it is even more impossible for ghosts during the day. While I found some reasons for myself to keep my mentality stable, I checked and searched each room one by one.

The underground facilities of this institute are divided into two floors, the bottom floor is much larger than the first floor, and the walkways are marked with serial numbers in red paint. This area may be a confidential facility. If it weren't for these numbers, it would be easy to get lost when walking inside. However, since you have penetrated into the core area of ​​the institute, whether Ding Sitian's life can be saved is all in one fell swoop, so you have to start a carpet-style search.

I have another doubt, that is, the Japanese army built such a large-scale secret research facility, which is probably not just the simplest of developing poison gases and bacteria. There may be more amazing secrets and research projects here, but these things are too complicated, and what we see and hear is just the tip of the iceberg, and we have no idea. The more we think about it, the more we feel the headache. There seems to be many small insects crawling back and forth in our heads, and they just walk forward in a random way. Unconsciously, following the other three people to the end of a wide passage, there is a round gate with a dazzling red sign "0".

The iron door was half-closed and half-closed and not locked. This door was completely different from the portals we saw nearby. These basements were large and small, and had different uses. When I looked around, there seemed to be no rules. I used a lighting tube to sweep the door inside. The darkness seemed to be very deep, and the space was much larger than I imagined. So I decided to go in and take a look, but the situation inside was unclear and I didn't know if there was any danger, so I let the fat man stay at the door to answer, and I went in alone to explore the way.

The fat man's wound hurts again. He covered his neck and said to me, "You only have one arm left to move and you want to engage in personal heroism? You should understand that collective power is invincible. I might as well go in with you and let the poor and lower-middle peasants stay and take care of Sitian, what else can we worry about?"

We came in from outside. Although there were many corpses in the building, we did not see any danger. If there was something inside the "Zero" gate, I really couldn't handle it based on my current situation. If the fat man was allowed to go in alone, it would be even more dangerous. Only when I and him took care of each other were more secure, so I thought about it and agreed.

We left Kangxi's sword to the old sheepskin and asked him to take good care of Ding Sitian. We would not go in no matter what happened inside. We would not go too far. After we found out the situation, we would return immediately. Then I took the scabbard and the fat man took the turtle box with two bullets left. The two opened the iron door and walked in one by one.

As soon as I fell to my feet, I felt my feet weak. I used an engineer's lighting tube to light it. I saw that the ground was indeed not cement, but covered with red soil. I poked the soil a few times with a scabbard. The soil layer was so thick that it could not be poked at the bottom. The ditches all over the ground were uneven, and it turned out to be 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 I can't feel anything when I breathe, it has interfered with the range of the engineer's lighting cylinder. The distance of the lighting has been shortened by nearly twice, and the light has almost been swallowed up by the darkness. We dare not walk further down the walls and follow the iron door marked "0" to the side of the wall. Surprisingly, the walls here are all earthen bricks, and they are connected to the top wall, creating a high middle height in the middle of the spacious basement, at the bottom of both sides, the earthen bricks are retracted upwards, layered together, overlapping, and overlapping, looking more like a cave or cellar.

Fatty and I thought this was the Japanese vegetable cellar, but no matter how we looked, we felt that it was wrong. There were many bumps of lumps on the earthen bricks, connected to each other, like something was covered with soil on the wall. Seeing this, I guess I couldn't find any medicine here. This was not like a good place. I knew that it was a strange thing, so it would be better to withdraw it and find a way elsewhere.

We were about to withdraw, but suddenly we felt a sound of a sound above our heads and a cold wind blew. We quickly lowered our heads and dodged. In the short-term light of the lighting cylinder, we saw a white figure hanging from the ceiling with its head facing down. We couldn't see where the person's feet were hanging. Only two hands and heads were hanging upside down in front of us, and we were scatteringly as if we were trying to reach out to grab people.
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