life as a police officer in america

Master Qin Huai has arrived, and the idlers will naturally give way.

The master held a compass and walked back and forth in front of the stone gate in a serious manner. Wang Dengming and others stretched their necks and looked at him.

"Boss, what is he holding?"

Father Mohan said: "Maybe it's a compass."

Jones-Medi said: "It doesn't look like it. It looks like a toy. Look at him. The clothes he wears are like those of ancient people, mysterious ancient people. He also has cloth shoes. It's so interesting."

Garcia was more professional and said: "It's all wrong, it's called a magnetic needle, a detector, for finding gold...

Wang Dengming said nothing and stared at Qin Huai's expression.

The master's face was a bit ugly, indeed, he looked very troubled.

After more than ten minutes, he said to Wang Dengming: "Sergeant, this foreigner's cemetery is different from that of our Chinese."

"Nonsense, we Chinese are different from those of foreign ministers, so of course the place where the dead are buried is different. No, this is the basement, not the place where the dead are buried."

"That would be even more troublesome."

"Don't say it's troublesome or not, are you sure?'

Qin Huai thought about it and said, "Looking at your tone, it seems that you are doubting my professionalism."

"That's not what I meant."

"That's good, Comrade Sheriff."

"Then do you know anything about it? Are the eight snakes on this mural related to these eight small stone pillars?"

Qin Huai smiled and said: "Those are all illusions and lies. Please help me find a rope. A longer one."

The rope was quickly fetched.

The ground in the space in front of the stone gate was a standard circle. Qin Huai asked Wang Dengming to help him stretch it with a rope, as if measuring the diameter of the ground, but it was not. He found two directions to measure, and the intersection of the two ropes was the center of the space.

point.

He lay on the ground, tapped on the center point, put his ears to listen, and said: "That's it, dig! It's empty underneath."

"empty?"

The ground was all covered with large rocks. Wang Dengming and the others had walked up and down it so many times that they really didn’t know that the center point was empty.

He immediately asked Butcher Gordon Bu to find some shovels.

After a while of work, the stone at the center was pried up, and a square hole appeared underneath, about half a meter long and wide, and about 20 centimeters deep.

In the center of the pit, there is a round, raised cylindrical object, like a metal button.

Qin Huai fumbled with the button for a while, then he exerted force and twisted it clockwise. With a terrifying and heavy rumbling sound, the stone door opened.

Butcher Gordon Bu immediately lay down on the ground. He was afraid that some hidden weapon would be shot out. He had watched too many movies and had no choice. Garcia and Jones Medi pulled out their pistols and pointed them at the dark stone door.

For a long time, no weapons of destruction were seen being shot out, no poisonous smoke, mercury or the like coming out, not to mention any demons showing their teeth and claws.

This was a good sign. However, no one saw the shining golden light. It was dark inside, and a strange smell soaring into the sky came towards them.

Tu Gordon preached: "Boss, it doesn't look like there is gold?"

Under the illumination of four flashlights, the place inside was small and oval, surrounded by stone walls. In the middle, there was a huge coffin, the surface of which had been severely rotted. Apart from the coffin, there was nothing left.

Jones Medie said: "Head, I think the gold must be hidden in the coffin."

Wang Dengming wanted to ask Qin Huai what he meant. Qin Huai walked around the coffin and said, "It's hard to tell, there's just a skeleton inside."

Mohan made the sign of the cross, walked forward muttering something, walked around the coffin, and said, "I don't seem to be able to smell the stink."

Wang Dengming said: "Father, if this coffin is rotten like this, the people inside must have rotted long ago."

Garcia said: "So, what's inside is a skeleton?"

Qin Huaidao: "How tall does this person have to be? Does he have to use such a big coffin?"

Wang Dengming said: "Open it and you will know."

A group of people started to open the coffin.

Although the coffin is rotten, there are many three-inch long nails on it. It is obvious that the person who placed this coffin here was afraid that the coffin would leak air, so he did not know how much force he used to use such iron nails.

The lid of the coffin was opened by everyone one by one. When they took a look, everyone was stunned.

Inside, a slightly smaller coffin appeared. The decay of this coffin was not as serious.

Qin Huaidao: "What are you doing, playing with Russian dolls? I've never seen such a coffin."

"If you haven't seen it before, just see it, this is not our rabbit country!"

So, everyone pried and broke it, and it took a lot of effort to open the coffin inside. After opening it, a smaller coffin appeared inside.

Damn it!

Wang Dengming couldn't help laughing, he was really playing Russian matryoshka dolls!

The third coffin was basically well preserved, which surprised Wang Dengming. What kind of wood were these? What antiseptics were added between the coffins? But now these are secondary.

Everyone wants to see what’s in the next coffin?”

The third coffin was so strong that Wang Dengming had to find more powerful tools to pry it open. Tu Tianbu found a chainsaw. If that didn't work, he just cut it open.

Sure enough, the fourth coffin appeared, but it was already a mini coffin.

With all their strength, everyone lifted the coffin out.

"Boss, is there a fifth floor?"

"I don't know, pry it open! I'm really looking forward to what's going on here?"

Father Mohan was afraid and said, "It's not about imprisoning the devil. Can we stop it?"

The priest's words seemed like nonsense at this time. Who would listen to him?

The fourth coffin was opened, and when I looked inside, I saw it was no longer a coffin, but a wooden box, a square wooden box soaked in a pungent dark green potion.

Qin Huai sniffed it and said, "It's okay, there's preservatives."

He wanted to hug the wooden box, but found that the wooden box was heavy.

So heavy?

Wang Dengming and he took the wooden box out of the coffin and placed it on the stone slab.

"I know what this material is."

"Master, what material?"

"Dark wood, it won't rot for thousands of years, Americans are a bit stupid."

Butcher Gordon Bu said at this time: "This box is definitely not gold. It is so small and cannot hold much. I think it must be gems. The gems are correct! We have made a fortune."

Jones Medi said: "Wild Bear, get ready. If a devil jumps out of it, you have to block it first."

The wooden box was the least difficult to open. After opening it, everyone was dumbfounded. It was a long piece of porcelain that looked new, just like the porcelain from a porcelain shop on the market.

Wang Dengming picked up this porcelain tube, which was slightly larger than an adult's arm. He took a closer look at it and said, "There are Chinese characters on it. It seems to have been made in Jingdezhen, our country. Master, take a look..."

Qin Huai came forward and looked at it for a while: "Yes, the blue and white porcelain has a date on it. Let me take a look. Well, it is the first year of Guangxu. It is a special treasure produced by the Yingliu Official Kiln in Jingdezhen in the 24th year...

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"Master, what is a special treasure?"

"I can't figure it out either. Let's do some research."

One end of the porcelain is sealed, and the other end is sealed with a white candle.

Needless to say, the final thing must be inside this porcelain tube.

Wang Dengming used a knife to cut open the candle and pressed it with his fingers, and something like skin came out.

When you unfold this thing, it looks like a map.

Before Wang Dengming said what kind of picture it was, Qin Huai said: "This is a picture of human skin."