Chapter 318: Ancient Building of Yinshan · Archive

We were shocked to him, but he was pale and seemed very nervous.
"What's wrong?" I asked
He frowned and looked at the box. It took a long time to say: "Don't open it, I feel ... very bad."
"What do you think of? You can't think of opening this box?"
The dull oil bottle nodded: "I don't know, it's just a very bad feeling. Opening this box will definitely cause an accident." Looking at his complexion, I found that his cold sweat had all come down, and he couldn't help but cold sweat from his back, he Can be so nervous that what is in this box, is it a bomb? Immediately let the fat man take back the twisted hands.
The fat man said: "I'm going, don't scare me, brother. What do you remember?"
The oil bottle pinched his forehead, a bit painful: "I can't describe this feeling."
The fat man said, "It is impossible to make this box. It is not an ordinary opening method. There is a mechanism in it? When we open it, we may shoot a poison needle, or will it emit venom?"
I thought it was very possible. The stuffy oil bottle has a deep understanding of the mechanism. This metal box is his thing. It seems that it has placed a very important thing. It is likely that the mechanism is set up. I do n’t know the trick. Danger.
This is troublesome, I feel itchy and unbearable, but in this case, it is impossible for me to grind my teeth and say I ’m going to take a look at it. At this time, I have an idea. Well, but when I think about it, if the fat man hurry up just now, maybe we will have no trouble in our life.
I let the fat man carefully help put this metal box on the table, and carefully look at its lock. This old-fashioned twist lock is actually not a kind of lock, but an ordinary buckle, which can be opened with a light touch. At our level, we can't see if there is any problem behind this twist lock.
"What should I do?" The fat man was also depressed.
"It seems that I can only take this thing back first, find a few masters to look at, and then look for it elsewhere. Is there anything worth noting about it," I said. Looking around, there is only such a way now.
The fat man knocked on the iron sheet: "I'll rely on, when will it be possible to open this thing, maybe half a year. Or we can simply ask Agui to get a knife and pry it in from the iron sheet."
I have n’t shaken my head. The oil bottle has shaken my head. He said,
No, it should n’t be the problem of the institution.
He said that with his strangely long fingers, he held down the twist lock and flicked it a little bit, without the mechanism It feels like there is no problem with the lock.
Is not an organization, why can't it be opened?
Boiling oil bottle shaking his head. I pondered: "Is there something wrong with the contents of this box?"
"What can there be? Is it possible that there is a viper in it? After so many years, it has become a snake." The fat man was a little impatient and said, "If not, you will all retreat. Fatty, I will come, Laozi." Life is hard, I do n’t believe I can be killed by a box.

"It's absolutely impossible, not to mention living things, there may be something highly toxic in it. When you open it, not only will it affect us, but the entire village will be affected by you," I said.
The fat man scolded and sat on the bed all at once: "This will not work, nor will it work, then send it to the steel mill to dissolve it. We all pretend that this is not the case."
I feel that this atmosphere is a little funny and a little weird. We arrived here from the elders, and we did find the house with a stuffy oil bottle, and found important clues, but because the stuffy oil bottle has a seemingly non-existent feeling, We dared not even open the box with the clues on, which was indeed depressed. However, it is indeed not worthwhile to take risks in this aspect.
I patted the fat man to make him restless, it is better to knock on the floor again to see if there is a mezzanine underneath. Look at the way that the oil bottle breaks the floor. When this interlayer was made, a whole board was used to nail it, indicating that he was not going to take out the box in a short time. This method of hiding the interlayer is a huge project, and there may be more than one.
So we started knocking on the east and fooling around on the west, but the house was aerial, and we all felt that there was something under the board.
The floor of the tall wooden building is not industrial pavement, but it is simply built with long wooden strips. The gap between the wooden boards is large. The fat man lies on the ground and looks down with his eyes. The bottom half is where chickens are raised, and mud can be seen.
The fat man is really not afraid of getting dirty. Looking at it bit by bit, he is muddy, but he has no gains. It seems that there is only one dark grid.
We searched it over and over again, and checked every place inside and outside. Certainly, the fat man patted his clothes and said: "Okay, you can't find it, you can't open it. Let's take care of everything. Okay, so that they do n’t get suspicious. It ’s impossible to take a picture of a broken house for so long.

As soon as I thought about it, I moved the box, and the fat man stopped saying, "This thing can't see the light. Now I move out. Agui sees us come out empty-handed. Moving such a big thing back, I'm afraid it's not easy to explain. If things go out, It may reach Chen Pi's ears. I think we still put the box back where we left, and we moved out another night before we left. "
The fat man thought about it, and I nodded, so the fat man crawled under the bed, pushed the box into the hole again, and then covered the boards and covered the hole.
Then I packed up the photo files and put them in my bag. I was going to go back and check them. I was packing up, and suddenly I heard the sound of knocking on the floor.
I said to the fat man: "Don't knock, don't you say you want to leave?"
The fat man smoked on the side and raised his hands to show that he didn't knock. I looked at the oil bottle again. He was putting the boxes neatly like books, and obviously heard the sound of knocking on the floor, looking at us.
Huh? I froze for a moment, who is knocking on the floor?
We calmed down and listened carefully, and found that the sound came from "Tuk Tuk Tuk" under the bed. It was very slight, but very fast.
The fat man looked at me, pinched off his cigarette butts, bent down carefully to look under the bed, and I squatted down.
There must be no one under the bed. Needless to say, we were close to the floor and found that the floor was not vibrating. This sound was not knocking on the floor, and it sounded a bit far away. I could n’t feel which corner under the bed.
The fat man made a gesture, meaning: under the floor!
I nodded, and said, "Does any mouse or chicken run under this tall wooden building?" Suddenly I saw that the wooden board covered with the iron box was broken, and it moved.
Ok? This strange, I am stunned, is that the metal box moving?