Wu Xie was no longer the rookie who was easily frightened. The thing behind the door turned around, and he was only slightly startled. Then he immediately turned his head and covered his face with his arms to prevent something from spraying out.
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At that moment of meeting, he actually saw clearly that it was a damaged gas mask, covered with dust, and there was a hole in the mask that looked like a big mouth.
"There are actually people inside this door," he said.
The fat man shivered and said, "As you said, aren't we wooden fish humans?"
Wu Xie rolled his eyes at him speechlessly, "You are poor or not, I'm serious."
Zhang Haike said: "Maybe our act of kicking in the door just now destroyed the balance of the items piled at the door."
"Let's not act rashly first and wait for Muyu's letter."
Wu Xie nodded and said he wanted to ask first, then put his index finger on his lips, blew a long whistle with a rotating tone, and then listened.
Soon, similar whistle sounds came from inside, one long and one short, followed by three short and crisp whistles.
Wu Xie felt relieved and translated: "Muyu said it's fine, but there are some strange things inside. He has to take a look again."
After a while, when the cold fireworks were about to burn out, Zhang Zhu walked out from somewhere inside and quickly walked to the door.
He said to Wu Xie and others outside: "Wait a minute, I'll move the big things blocking the door first."
"Move slowly." Wu Xie responded and asked curiously, "What's inside?"
"It's hard to say, but I saw a large area of very special tower-like tombs."
As Zhang Zhuxun spoke, he kept moving his hands and quickly cleared the doorway.
When Wu Xie and the others pushed outside, the door opened completely.
The space inside the door was very large. Zhang Zhuxun moved all the things that were blocking the door to one side. They were all kinds of metal and bronze utensils, some ancient and some modern.
Wu Xie picked up the torn gas mask and found that there was a long-dried skull embedded in the mask, and the bronze pattern he saw before was actually a Tibetan bronze helmet.
The fat man hissed, pointed to several human-shaped bronze statues standing next to him, and said in surprise: "Bronze armor, there are also bronze armors here."
From the fat man's tone, it seemed that he had seen such bronze armor somewhere else?
Thinking of this, Wu Xie asked, "Fat man, where else have you seen such bronze armor?"
The fat man groaned, "You forgot, when I entered the Bronze Gate, I wasn't wearing this kind of armor."
Wu Xie was stunned, and immediately rushed over to observe the bronze figurines carefully. Through the empty eye sockets, he could clearly see that there were withered corpses wrapped inside.
"This thing is somewhat similar to the terracotta warriors and horses." The fat man smacked his lips and said, "These bronze warriors should have put on armor when they were alive, and then stood here after they died. As for their function?"
The fat man looked around and said, "Muyu said there is a tomb here. These figurines should be used to guard the tomb."
Zhang Haike interrupted at this time and raised objections. What he was holding was the head wearing a gas mask and helmet that they saw at the beginning.
"But based on my limited knowledge of forensic anthropology, this skull is obviously left by modern humans. It's hard to say whether it is the fault of Zhang's family. I haven't found the rest of his body parts yet."
In this area, items from various eras are integrated. The notes compiled by Deren also mentioned that there are a considerable number of wreckage left after the crash of the transport plane on the territory of the Kangba people, so there are gas masks and the like here.
The armaments during World War II are not unusual either.
The cold fireworks were completely extinguished, and everyone took flashlights to look around. Then, under the leadership of Zhang Zhuxun, they walked through the rows of bronze figurines and walked inside.
Inside the stone gate, the entire rear after crossing the water area is a complete and broad low platform like an altar. Zhang Zhuxun said that there are stairs for walking up and down in front and back of it.
The areas that can be seen on the platform are all wooden towers. If you look closely, you will find that this is a huge warehouse. Fortunately, the water inside the door is not deep, only above the knees, and the platform is covered with water.
Flooded to a shallow level.
After the stone door was opened, the water inside rushed out, leaving only traces of soaking water.
Turning the aperture of the flashlight to the strongest, everyone saw rows of wooden towers scattered in an orderly manner, as if houses were built in deep caves.
Like a bookshelf, each tower has several floors, with different heights. The wooden legs at the bottom of the wooden tower near the edge of the platform have been soaked in water and rotted. Some of them could not hold up and collapsed. Most of the wooden legs collapsed.
The tower is still intact, and the upper compartments are filled with all kinds of things.
The fat man strode up the steps and pulled out something similar to a thick rag on the shelf beside him. It was triangular in shape and looked like a prayer flag or other blessing item.
The fat man avoided the position where people were standing, stretched out his arms to shake the dust, and something unknown wrapped in the thick cloth suddenly fell out, scattered, fell to the ground, and soaked in the puddles on the uneven floor.
Inside, most of it was soaked in one go.
Hearing the commotion, several people turned on their lights to look, and found some yellow and gray soft straw paper. A closer look revealed that there were words on it.
"This is too unsound, isn't it? Who would bury a good person with his treasures instead of putting some paper books that are infested by insects?" The fat man complained and bent down to pick it up.
When I stood up, I didn't know which key point I bumped into, and the entire wooden tower fell down with a sudden crash.
"Ahem..." The fat man coughed and waved away the flying dust in front of his eyes, "Grandma, who built this thing? It's a complete shoddy project."
Wu Xie took the pieces of paper in his hand that were barely dry and found that they were really a stack of handwritten scriptures, the handwriting was blurry and unreadable.
There are actually many things on the tower, but they are all covered with thick dust, obscuring their original appearance and making it difficult to see what they are.
Looking at the gray outline, you can roughly guess that the two shelves above contain a lot of pendant jewelry such as beads, jade, agate and stones.
After the fat man's operation just now, they all knew that the tower body was very fragile, and several people did not dare to move it in vain, lest it break the balance.
At this moment, a tongue snapping sound of "De'er" suddenly came from the cave. Hearing such a sound suddenly in the dark cave was so shocking that the hairs on the back of the neck stood up.
"who?"
The fat man swept the light in his hand, his face sullen as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Don't be too tense." Zhang Zhuoxun sighed and patted him, "Apart from the three of us here, the only one who can breathe is Zhang Haike."
The fat man turned around and saw that Zhang Haike was no longer where he was.
The light in Zhang Haike's hand has now appeared in the center of the platform, and his figure is completely blocked by numerous wooden towers. His position can only be roughly judged by walking around or glancing at the shadow of the light on the top of the cave.
"Why is he like a mouse, running so fast without saying hello?"
Fatty was slightly dissatisfied with Zhang Haike's sudden noise and startling him. In a place like this, who knows whether the person who suddenly made the noise was a human or a ghost.
However, this little emotion was forgotten. He raised his voice and asked, "What do you want us to do?"
