I was going to start scolding, but when I heard him say this, I changed my words and asked, "Is there any way you can tell me quickly."

Peanut also looked at the fat man. The fat man obviously thought he had found his position among the three people. He coughed twice before saying, "Did you see the six ear chambers in the tomb passage here?"

After the fat man finished speaking, I turned to look at both sides of the tomb passage in the corner. I found that the ear chambers in the branch here were obviously larger than the one at the other, with three ear chambers symmetrical on the left and right. After a glance, my eyes quickly fell at the door of the ear chamber in the middle of our left.

Unlike other ear chambers, this ear chamber was actually closed by a black iron door. I didn't know much about these details of the ancient tomb at this time, and those who have doors or not didn't care at all. In addition, all my attention was placed on the rock at the end just now, so I didn't pay attention before.

But now when I look at it, I feel that the door is a little dazzling, and it looks abrupt when compared with the surrounding tomb chamber.

The fat man continued, "You must have seen all the ear chambers outside the corner. I have also found all the ear chambers in this place, except for the ones sealed by the iron gate. The three ear chambers on the right are a bit like the arsenal of ancient times, but without exception, they were all pulled down from the dead. My previous outfit was also taken there. The two ear chambers on the left without doors are all tattered clothes, and they are also things on the dead. In short, everything in these five ear chambers was thrown there randomly. And..."

As he said that, the fat man walked to the front of the black iron door and knocked on the iron door with his knuckles. "This iron door is also very strange, you will know if you touch it."

I didn't know what the fat man wanted to say, so I went up and touched the black iron door with my hand. The iron door felt very thick, just like an iron plate with no gaps inserted at the door of the ear chamber. However, apart from that, I didn't feel anything strange about the iron door, so I looked at the fat man: "What's wrong? Isn't it just a fast thick iron plate?"

The fat man showed a disappointed expression to me, "Look carefully at the black thing on the iron gate. If you still don't see the problem, I advise you not to save your father, just run outside and jump off the cliff and die."

I cursed the fat man in my heart, but I still looked at the door seriously. At this moment, I felt something vaguely, and then put my hand on it, and my heart suddenly stumbled.

"This..." I was very surprised and looked at the fat man, but I couldn't even speak clearly.

The fat man nodded mysteriously at me, "That's right, the black layer on the surface of the iron door is just paint."

Indeed, paint is a very common thing for modern people, but because this is an ancient tomb from the Western Han Dynasty, I never thought that the black in front of me was not natural at all. Although I don’t know how the paint from ancient times was made, the characteristics of the industrial paint used by modern people are too obvious. The paint on the iron door in front of me is dark and reflects under the fire. Even if the Han Dynasty could create paint of paint of a texture that is comparable to that of modern times, after a history of one or two thousand years, it could not be as good as that in front of me.

"The quality of this paint is actually different from that of today's paint, but it is definitely more than fifty years old, and it is the imported goods at that time." said the fat man.

"But this is an ancient tomb. Even if someone has been here before, he shouldn't have put an iron door here." I was shocked.

The peanut on the side didn't say anything, but I saw a very strange look flashing in his eyes, as if he had thought of something deeper.

The fat man lit a cigarette and patted me, "Miss Yuan, I don't think things need to be so complicated. The armor, weapons, and clothes in other tombs were all pulled off from dead people, and they were placed in a regular manner. At a glance, you can tell that it was done by people later. This iron door was first installed in the 1950s and 1960s. All the information shows that someone has been here, and the things that people here do are very unusual."

Then the fat man turned to the door of other ear chambers, "There are coffins and clothes for dead people here, but there is not a single dead person. So, where did he come from?"

Finally, the fat man looked at the iron door with great meaning.

"You mean, behind this door is a place where dead bodies are piled up?" After I said that, I felt a cold air coming out of the iron door.

"I don't know this." The fat man curled his lips, "However, even if the iron gate of this thickness was brought in from the bottom of the mountain, it would not be easy. Since those people at that time had to do everything possible to seal this tomb, there must be a reason why the tomb had to be sealed."

A very strange picture suddenly appeared in my mind: a group of tomb robbers from the fifties and sixties squeezed into this tomb passage, holding hammers and other tools, "clang...clang...", accompanied by the knocking sounds echoing in the ancient tomb, they closed the iron door bit by bit.

After a long time, I said to the fat man: "What do you mean is the problem here lies in this door?"

The fat man shook his head and said he didn't know, "Anyway, this tomb passage is not simple. It should not be just a tomb passage under the main tomb. It may have some connection with the main tomb chamber."

I understand the meaning of Fatty. What he mentioned is not the channel that made him fall, but a more internal thing. Now, there are not many clues left for us. If there is any possibility, we have to try it out with all our might. If the time goes on for too long, let alone save people, we may be trapped and killed in it.

"Then let's smash the door open and see what's inside." I looked at the fat man and peanuts.

The fat man spat out a cigarette at the iron gate, "Did you see what's missing on the door?"

As soon as the fat man asked, I started looking for it on the door, and then I found out what the fat man said was less. "There is no keyhole, this door... has no lock."

"It's not that there is no lock, but an inner lock." Peanut suddenly walked over. He touched the place where the iron door and the wall were connected, and was silent for a while, and then said: "There are at least five steel bars in the iron door, which are inserted directly into the wall. The switch to activate these steel bars should be inside."

"Ah? How is that possible? If it was locked inside, how did those people close the door at that time? Could it be that one person would have to sacrifice inside?" If that was true, I think the sacrifice was a little too great. Who would have been so stupid?

"No need." said the fat man, "just a piece of gold wire can solve the problem..."

The fat man's words made me realize it suddenly. He said that people who use this kind of inner lock want to make things in the door never discover. The stupid method I mentioned is not impossible, but generally speaking, those people will tie a golden wire or other extremely thin but extremely tough rope to the switch of the inner lock in advance. After the door is closed, as long as the golden wire is pulled, the inner lock will naturally be closed. In the end, you only need to deal with the golden wire, so that as long as the door is thick enough, no one can think of going in again.

The fat man continued: "This kind of practice is actually rare in ancient tombs. Any large tomb must have more reliable sealing stones. The appearance of the inner locked iron door in the tomb chamber shows that the things inside are probably some of the key secrets of the tomb owner and will never want outsiders to know. However, the one in front of us is the work of later generations, which is even more interesting."

"Is there any way to open this door?" I couldn't help but look at Peanuts after asking.

"Unless we are bombarded with mortars, the three of us can only wait until we turn into ashes before we can penetrate it." said the fat man.

"You fucked to ashes." I found that when this fat man talks about things other than business, he has no limits. Such a person is suitable for working on the front line. If you want him to manage, he can make people angry to death in just three sentences.

"The door cannot be opened, but it does not mean there is no way." After Peanut said that, we all looked at him. Peanut pointed to the tomb chambers on both sides of the iron door, "It is much easier to chisel the wall than to smash the iron door."

The fat man's eyes lit up immediately, "Hey, yes, Fatty, I was confused about my feelings before. Why did I forget the Maoist roundabout tactics of surrounding the city in the countryside?"
Chapter completed!