Ghost Blowing Lantern II

Ancient bronze vessels that have never been exposed to water and soil have been handed down to this day. They are all purple with cinnabar spots on the bottom. Even these spots have become raised, like fine cinnabar. Put them in a large pot and cook them with boiling water. The longer they are cooked. , the more obvious the stains are, if it is a fake, the stains will be boiled away, so it is very easy to distinguish.

I saw that this copper box was crystal clear. When I shined it with an engineer's flashlight, the thin light seemed to be almost transparent. I guessed that this was probably an ancient object buried under the soil or salvaged from the water. , could this be the copper box under Wong Tai Sin Temple? From what I have heard, there are many legends about this thing, but none of them seem to be clear.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be in a daze for a while. The fat man felt curious and raised his hand to open the box to take a look. I actually wanted to see what was going on, but I knew that this was no child's play. God knows what evil was hidden inside, so I quickly held down the copper box. He said: "It's important for us to look for medicine first. What's so good about these four old rags? Don't forget that so many people in this institute died in mysterious circumstances. It's okay not to touch this thing." But I pressed my hand subconsciously. When I got to the copper box, I felt that the copper box was very light, and it shook when I pressed it. This meant that it was empty, and the things that were released from it may still be in the building to this day.

I pressed the green copper box made of bones and shook it. The copper had long since evaporated in the water and soil, and the remaining copper bones were only a fraction of what they once were. So I moved lightly, and felt that it was empty inside. There was nothing. As expected, the Japanese asked the bandits from Nierhui to dig out the antiquities. Naturally, they were not kept sealed and stored. They must have been opened as soon as they got it.

There are a large number of people who died unexpectedly in the institute. Judging from the Russian suicide notes, a major accident occurred here just not long after Ni'erhui brought the copper box from the mountain. Although the cause of death of these people cannot be determined. It has something to do with it, but it probably cannot be separated from it. Although everything in this building is quiet and the yellow men who want to harm our lives have been dealt with, we still have to stay here for a while after all. We must not be careless. Maybe this Finding out what clues will be left in the empty box will help us to be mentally prepared for whatever we encounter in the future.

Thinking of this, I didn't stop the fat man anymore, and asked him to open the lid of the box, and took two photos of it with the engineer's lighting tube. It was indeed empty, with only some black sawdust remaining at the bottom of the box. We looked at each other, Looking at each other in silence, I can't guess what the secret is here? The fat man kicked the copper box aside. We wanted to continue looking for medicines in the warehouse, so we asked Ding Sitian to sit on the wooden box at the door to rest for a while, and Lao Yangpi stayed there to watch her.

Lao Yangpi is really down-to-earth. I just asked him to sing to Ding Sitian to cheer him up. He is still humming and singing without listening. He said: "Ride a white horse and run on the beach. I don't have an aunt and you don't have a husband. We two Each bundle made a bunch of garlic, whirring and heying, "born in the soil, rotten in the soil..." Amidst the hoarse white horse tune, the fat man and I raised the lamp to search, and opened one wooden box after another, but the things inside It all took us by surprise.

The strangest thing is that I found a box containing a black wooden box. There was a glass bottle in the box. The bottle was as shiny as new, but it looked like an ancient object. There was a big blue skull in the bottle. , the mouth of the bottle is only seven or eight centimeters, but the diameter of the skull is close to thirty centimeters. I don’t know where it was put in, and I have no way of knowing what the bottle is used for.

There is also an ancient black earthenware jar. The body of the jar is engraved with various ancient Chinese charms. It looks ordinary, but it is preserved and packaged very properly and rigorously. It seems to be extremely valuable. This earthenware jar reminds me of something I have heard of before. One thing is that before the liberation, there was a businessman who purchased antiques in Beijing. Once when he was purchasing antiques in the countryside, he accidentally received a black jar from a farmer's house in the countryside. There were many ancient seals engraved on it, which looked like talismans. , I didn’t spend too much money at that time, I just picked it up while collecting other antiques. However, this ancient jar has a simple shape and a very black color. Although the age and provenance cannot be seen, the antique dealer loved it very much. Instead of selling them, he collected them himself and kept them at home filled with water to grow flowers.

One time it was so cold that the water turned into ice. The antique dealer was busy that day, so he forgot to empty out the water in the earthen jar. Thinking about it afterwards, he thought the black jar would be cracked by the frost, but he didn't expect to see it again the next day. At that time, all the places with water in the yard were frozen, except for the dark earthen jars. The antique dealer thought it was strange, so he poured the water in again and tried it again. It still didn't freeze at all all day long, even in the ice and snow. If you stick your fingers into the jar, you can feel that the water inside is not cold at all.

If you pour hot soup or tea into this ancient tile pot, it will look like it has just been boiled on the stove for a day. From then on, the businessman knew that this was a treasure and cherished it very much. Later, he got drunk once. I accidentally knocked the ancient earthen jar off the table and broke it into several pieces. I found that there was no difference between the tiles and ordinary pottery, but there was an interlayer, which was a two-layered jar wall. In the interlayer, there was a picture of ghost work inducing fire. The craftsman's green face and fangs, holding a fan to draw firewood, were painted extremely exquisitely and meticulously. The craftsmanship seemed to be beyond human power and could only be described as miraculous craftsmanship. But at that time, no one could tell clearly what this ancient earthen jar was. Product of what era.

I heard later that there was a saying that these utensils with incantations carved on the outside and ghosts engraved on the inside were all secretly made in Chenzhou, Xiangxi. The fragments and the like were all unearthed from ancient tombs. At that time, I listened to this matter completely as a story, thinking that it was similar in nature to the story of the treasure gourd. But when I saw this earthen jar here, it was actually the same as the one I heard about. The folk anecdotes are very similar, and they are consistent with the past and the present. It seems that many of the craftsmanship and wisdom of the ancients have been lost and can only be admired by modern people.

But at that time, although I thought it was new, I didn't think these ancient relics had any value. Anyway, they all belonged to the category of the Four Olds. He shook his head to show that he had found nothing.

The fat man scratched his head in wonder and said to me: "There are all kinds of weird things hidden in this place. They are not suitable for food or drink. None of them are useful."

I said: "It seems that these items were dug out by tomb robbers. Most of them are good things that can be done with mud. Some of them may be collected from the people. Anyway, they are all antiques, and I found these dilapidated and ancient things. They all have one characteristic. They must be scraping the ground to find an important object. It is probably the copper box for summoning spirits in the murals of Baiyan Cave. You see, most of these artifacts are packed in copper boxes and wooden boxes. , there are even a few copper coffins, which were probably mistaken for the copper boxes related to this place and dug out, there won’t be anything we need in them.”

Seeing that there was nothing to gain in the warehouse, we had no choice but to look for medicines elsewhere. All four of us were injured, and they were too exhausted to walk fast. Although we were anxious, we could only walk along the corridor one step at a time. We walked slowly forward, and found that there were cables in this building, but the electricity had been lost. We didn’t know how these buildings relied on to generate electricity, and it was more important to find antidotes and medicine. We couldn’t spare any time to look for electricity. Fortunately, there are two lighting tubes that come and go, so it's not completely 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 wildly. The hauntings in the past might have been caused by those two old men. But I was also muttering in my mind that this building was built just below the cave. Looking from the outside, you can see the There are several huge stone beasts buried in the soil on the cross section of the hillside. They are exactly the same as the legend of the Ghost Yamen Gate. They say that there is the entrance to the Ghost Gate. Thinking of the black ancient earthen jar, I feel that some of the legends are not groundless. There must be a reason for the name. Since it is called Ghost Yamen, are there really ghosts in the cave?

I secretly told myself that it was better not to mention these things again. If I mentioned them too much, I would always talk about whether there is a ghost. Even if there is no ghost, there must be a ghost. Although there is no light in the corridor, it is already early in the morning. It was even less likely that there would be a ghost during the day. While I was looking for some reasons to keep my mind calm, I checked and rummaged through the rooms.

The underground facilities of this research institute are divided into two floors. The bottom floor is much larger than the first floor. The corridors are all marked with red paint with serial numbers. This area may be a confidential facility. If it were not for these numbers, it would be easy to get lost while walking inside. However, Now that we have penetrated deep into the core area of ​​​​the institute, whether we can save Ding Sitian's life depends on it, so we have to launch a blanket search.

I still have a doubt, that is, the Japanese army built such a large-scale secret research facility. I am afraid that it is not just as simple as developing poison gas and bacteria. There may be even more amazing secrets and research projects in it. However, these things are too complicated, and what we have What I saw and heard was just the tip of the iceberg, and I had no clue at all. The more I thought about it, the more I felt a headache. There seemed to be many bugs crawling around and biting in my head. I just walked forward with random thoughts, and unknowingly followed the other three people. , walked to the end of a wide passage, where there was a circular gate with an eye-catching red mark "0" on it.

The iron door is ajar and not locked. This door is completely different from the portals we have seen nearby. These basements are large and small, with different uses. Looking around, there seems to be no pattern. I use a lighting tube I scanned inside the door and found that the darkness seemed very deep and the space was much larger than I imagined, so I decided to go in and have a look. However, the situation inside was unclear and I didn't know if there was any danger, so I asked the fat man to stay. They were answered at the door, and I went in alone to explore the way.

The fat man's wound started to hurt again. He covered his neck and said to me: "You only have one arm left to move and still want to engage in personal heroism? You should understand that collective strength is invincible. Why don't I go in with you?" , why should we worry about letting the poor and lower-middle peasants stay and take care of Sitian?"

We came in from the outside. Although there were many corpses in this building, there was no danger. If there is something inside this "zero" door, I really can't handle it based on my current situation. If the fat man is If someone goes in, it would be even more dangerous for him to be reckless. It would be safer for him and me to take care of each other as a partner, so I thought about it and agreed.

We left the Kangxi sword to Lao Yangpi and asked him to take good care of Ding Sitian. No matter what happens inside, don't go in. We won't go too far. We will return immediately when we find out the situation. Then I took the scabbard. The fat man took the tortoise box with two bullets left, and the two opened the iron door and walked in one after the other.

As soon as I landed, I felt weak under my feet. I took a look with the engineer's lighting tube and saw that the ground was indeed not a cement floor, but covered with red soil. I poked the soil a few times with my scabbard and found that the soil layer was thick. It couldn't be poked to the bottom. The soil on the ground was uneven and uneven, and it looked 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 you can't feel anything when breathing, it has interfered with the range of the engineer's lighting tube. The lighting distance has been shortened by nearly twice, and the light is almost swallowed up by darkness. Now that we were clean, we didn’t dare to walk any further. We followed the iron gate marked with the word “0” and groped our way to the wall. Surprisingly, the walls here were made of adobe bricks and were connected to the top wall. It is arc-shaped, creating a spacious basement with a high middle and bottom on both sides. The adobe bricks are drawn upward and inward, layer by layer, staggered and stacked, and the shape looks more like a cave dwelling or cellar.

Fatty and I thought this was a Japanese vegetable cellar, but we felt something was wrong no matter how we looked at it. There were many bumpy bumps on the adobe bricks, connected to each other, as if something was covered with mud on the wall. When we saw this I guess it's impossible to find any medicine here. This doesn't look like a good place. I don't know what kind of weird things it is doing. It's better to withdraw and find a way to find it elsewhere.

We were about to exit when we suddenly felt a noise above our heads and a gust of cold wind. We quickly lowered our heads to dodge. In the short light of the lighting tube, we saw a white figure hanging head-down from the ceiling. , we couldn’t see where the man’s feet were hanging, only his two hands and head hanging upside down in front of our eyes, as if he was reaching out to catch him.

The fat man and I quickly grasped the scabbard at the same time, poked the other person's head and pressed it against the wall. The engineer's light bulb on the chest just shone on the man's face. The face did not look like a living person, surprisingly. They were white, and were so dry that they were starting to sink in. The nails on both hands were so long that they were curled, and they were curved and trembling slightly.

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