Daomu Biji

Knowing that there was no toxic dust here, the fat man became more arrogant. When he came to the next door, he kicked in the door.

The situation inside is almost the same as next door, except that the shape of the coffin is different, a more slender coffin. There was some hard-to-distinguish golden paint on the coffin, and it seemed that a woman was buried there.

I ignored it and continued to look at the epitaph. I found that my judgment was wrong. There was still a man in the coffin.

This man's name is Zhang Ruishan, who is also from the "Chessboard Zhang" branch. I looked through his life and found that he was basically the same as the man we saw next door. He probably died in the same fire, so he was buried in the same place. adjacent.

The only difference is that this person's parents are not as famous as the one next door, and they get the same treatment just because "Fa Lingyi" is "good at business".

And in many details, I can see that Zhang Ruishan has a different personality from the person next door.

The guy next door has a pretty decent personality, but this Zhang Ruishan seems to have read foreign books and is "well versed in principles, as if it were articles". He should be of the more open-minded group, and his writing style is good.

The fat man said that these people in this row should have all died in the same firefight. If I want to find new clues, I'd better go a little further, maybe I can see something newer.

I thought so, so the two of us went out and walked along the corridor. I originally walked half a floor before talking, because it is normal for dozens of people to die in ordinary fires and if firearms are used.

But after walking about 16 to 7 meters, the fat man and I stopped immediately.

Because we suddenly saw that at the end of the corridor, the door of a room was open.

This obviously couldn't have been opened by us.

When we looked at it with a flashlight, we found that this door was particularly large, three times larger than the one in the next room, and the decoration inside the room was also completely different.

Looking inside, there was a huge coffin that had also been opened, and the lid of the coffin was not closed again like us - the lid of the coffin was on the ground.

"What's going on?" Fatty looked at me, "Brother, have they been here?"

I shook my head: "But the person in this coffin is definitely different from the others. Look at this tomb, it's like a presidential suite."

We walked in, and as soon as I looked at the ground, I realized something was wrong. There were no footprints on the ground, and the door shaft that was opened was old, and the cracks that had been kicked in were quite rotten.

The outer edge of the coffin was covered with dust, and there were many incense burners in the room, which were also covered with dust around the edge of the tomb.

It had been a long time since the door had been opened, and the coffin had been open for quite some time. Judging from the thickness of the dust, it must be at least ten years old.

"It seems that someone has been here before us, but it's not my little brother."

"Is this the last funeral?"

"Are you going to rob a tomb after a funeral? Your ancestor must have gone crazy." I said, "It can't be a funeral, this is tomb robbing."

"Damn it, there are a few of our buddies who are awesome. If you pick one out, he is also a world-famous leader in the world of tomb robbers. Fatty, I am even known as the fat prince of the world of tomb robbers.

The few of us have worked so damn hard to get to this place, and so many damn lives are uncertain. Is there anyone more powerful than us? "

"Didn't the ghost figure say that many of them had already entered the ancient building at that time, but died inside? This coffin may have been opened by those people. That was also thirty years ago."

"Aren't they a funeral procession? Why did they steal something by the way?"

I said: "Those people were originally tomb robbers, and some of them are not of high quality, so the possibility of stealing them is very high.

Moreover, the struggle at that time was too fierce. Whether the group of people had any other purpose for entering the building, Guiying may not know, or may not want to say, but under the circumstances at that time, it was possible. "

I took a photo inside the coffin - inside the huge coffin was a skeleton, completely covered in dust. The situation was similar to what I saw before. I turned my head to look at the wall and saw this person's name - this was awesome. Who is the guy?

After taking a look, I was stunned for a moment, thinking I had seen it wrong. Then I walked over and took a closer look, and I saw three familiar characters - Zhang Qiling.

"This is little brother's coffin." The fat man said, "It turns out that little brother is a big rice dumpling!"

"Don't talk nonsense." I said, immediately raising the flashlight and carefully reading the text behind it.

There must be something fishy about this, it can't be what it seems.

(End of "The Finale. Part 1") To be continued