The thing was fished out, and it was indeed a bag. The style seemed to be from the 1960s and 1970s. It might have been washed down from the upper reaches of the underground river. It happened to be stuck in the corner when it was washed here.
This does not mean that someone has been here before. Underground rivers extend in all directions. If they lead to ponds or rivers elsewhere, they may fall into the water from elsewhere.
The square bag had two rows of copper locks. Li Tiecheng opened the copper lock with his flashlight.
There was a knife and a waterproof bag in the bag. There was a small diary wrapped in the waterproof bag. In addition, two compressed biscuits were found in the middle of the bag.
The edge of the small notebook was a little wet, probably from when I took it out just now. Li Tiecheng opened it casually, and I leaned over and looked at it with my headlight.
It says this on the first page, and there is no date.
"Uncle handsome and I came to Yongzhou, Hunan. We felt that there would be a big deal this time. No one in the local villagers paid attention to us. Uncle handsome bought a bag of rice from the villagers and gave him 20 yuan. It would be nice to have a restaurant, and
Uncle, I went out to have a drink."
Leave two lines below and continue writing in densely packed small characters.
"I said I'd drive to pick up a cart of stone sculptures at night. I heard that Hong Kong bosses like to put ancient stone sculptures in their back gardens. Uncle Handsome doesn't agree. Hey, I have to listen to him.
"Big news! There is a new situation, it may be Shuidongzi! No more words, just go back and get the bottle and go into the water. I will know! There must be something wrong here!"
"We came down. We didn't find anything on the first day. They were all natural underground caves. It's strange. Did I feel wrong this time? I felt a little back and my calf was scratched by a stone."
"On the third day, I feel that this is definitely not a natural cave. The handsome boy picked up a small gourd bottle made of old brass, which also contains elixirs. The handsome boy said that it was in the early Qing Dynasty and was carried by Taoist priests.
The elixir bottle."
After writing this, the page disappeared, and Li Tiecheng turned the page again and continued reading.
"It's the fourth day. I feel bad again. The wound on my calf has turned yellow and suppurated. Please protect me from infection, my ancestor. I don't have a fever for the time being. It's a pity that we don't have much to eat. Let's save it."
.”
"On the fifth day, I felt like I was done. I was a little dizzy and hungry. Why was there no fish in the river? There was something strange. I didn't dare to tell my handsome brother. When I was washing my face at night, I suddenly saw a picture of a person.
The face, no, it cannot be said to be a human face, a mummified face, and the body is dressed in Qing Dynasty official uniform, just like the zombies in the movie. I guess I am hallucinating due to fever, and I have been through the storm, so I should be fine."
"On the sixth day, my legs were so painful that I couldn't walk. My handsome brother was carrying me on his back and was about to go back when he found a broken copper bottle containing elixirs. I didn't have enough money and effort, and I still suffered such a heavy crime. It seems that this time I
It feels so wrong.”
"On the seventh day, oh my God! We found a cave with writing on it!"
Seeing this, Li Tiecheng's breathing became heavy and he frowned.
The next paragraph is very poorly written for some unknown reason.
"On the eighth day, my handsome uncle asked me to go out to fetch water. I have been waiting for a long time, but he has not come back. He must have left me behind. Hey, my wife has to be taken care of by others, and the flashlight is almost out of power.
, come on, someone, come and say a word to me."
"On the ninth day, I couldn't move. I was very thirsty and hungry."
“Day 10, shush There is a ghost here, I think I saw it, there really is a ghost, the handsome uncle turned into a ghost, both arms are gone, I dare not say a word."
Next, only the last entry was written in the diary.
And it was not written with a ballpoint pen. The handwriting was very large. It was written with human blood. It had dried and the words had turned dark red.
I tried my best to read it, but I found that I couldn't recognize what was written. It was like graffiti drawn by a kindergarten kid, with blood on his finger and the scribbles were messy.
Li Tiecheng flipped through the book again, and found that the second half of the pages were all blank paper.
Dou Yazai swallowed his saliva and said, "Who wrote this? It's not Lao Tian. It's been eleven days since Lao Tian came here? Absolutely not."
I frowned and couldn't figure it out. I could only speculate that these two people were from the southern tomb robber business. I didn't mention their real names. I just said that one of them was called Uncle Liangzi. The other person who wrote always wrote "How do I feel?"
So I nicknamed him "Brother Feeling."
There are many people in the Southern School, especially those in Guangdong, who have the habit of remembering things. For example, the Chaoshan people in the desert wrote small notes to record some income and expenses. I also read it at the time.
And the word "Uncle Handsome" written above, I remember, isn't it the place in Guangdong where people are called handsome? When someone is scolded, it's called daimao.
Raising his head and raising a question, he turned around and asked: "Junior brother, Lao Wang (Wang Junhua) has had many contacts with the Southern Sect. You said he disappeared in Dao County two months ago. Could it be that he was one of their group?"
"I'm not sure," Master Xue shook his head: "I've never heard of anyone with the name Uncle Handsome."
"Um"
"Don't leave," the head told us: "Check what you brought. If it's not enough for eight days, go back and replenish it. Don't go any further."
"After taking a look, we only brought enough for two days," Dou Sprout said, "I never thought we would need so much before."
The terrain ahead was complicated and very dark, and the flashlight couldn't illuminate very far. I looked ahead for a minute, then waved my hand and said, "Go back first and come back tomorrow."
Li Tiecheng frowned and said: "Wang Boutou, it's enough for two days. We can eat for seven or eight days if we save a little, right? We've just come here. I was called here by Lao Xue. Don't think I'm being harsh. You
It’s too timid to be brave.”
"Ah"
After hearing this, he turned his head and his smiling face disappeared, and said with a straight face: "It is because I am careful that I, Wang Xiansheng, can live to this day. Brother Li, if you don't want to listen to me, you can do it yourself." After saying that, he pointed his head forward.
.
Perhaps Master Xue wanted to find that Wang Junhua too much, so he immediately advised him: "Xian Sheng, I think our control points should be enough."
He looked at Uncle Xue, frowned and said, "Junior brother, you have to be clear about one thing. I am here to help you, but there is a condition. You must listen to me in everything. Do you agree?"
"Hey. Haha, you still haven't changed, then I'll listen to you and do whatever you say." Uncle Xue was convinced.
We started to return the way we came, Dou Sprout carrying a bag with the duck in it.
The duck didn't run away either. When it walked back, it poked its head out of the bag, and its two black bean-like eyes kept looking back.
I turned my head and looked around, but there was nothing there. I didn’t know who the duck was looking at. I fished the thing out, and it was indeed a bag. The style seemed to be from the 1960s and 1970s. It might have been washed down from the upper reaches of the underground river.
When I was rushed here, I happened to get stuck in the corner.
This does not mean that someone has been here before. Underground rivers extend in all directions. If they lead to ponds or rivers elsewhere, they may fall into the water from elsewhere.
The square bag had two rows of copper locks. Li Tiecheng opened the copper lock with his flashlight.
There was a knife and a waterproof bag in the bag. There was a small diary wrapped in the waterproof bag. In addition, two compressed biscuits were found in the middle of the bag. .??.
The edge of the small notebook was a little wet, probably from when I took it out just now. Li Tiecheng opened it casually, and I leaned over and looked at it with my headlight.
It says this on the first page, and there is no date.
"Uncle handsome and I came to Yongzhou, Hunan. We felt that there would be a big deal this time. No one in the local villagers paid attention to us. Uncle handsome bought a bag of rice from the villagers and gave him 20 yuan. It would be nice to have a restaurant, and
Uncle, I went out to have a drink."
Leave two lines below and continue writing in densely packed small characters.
"I said I'd drive to pick up a cart of stone sculptures at night. I heard that Hong Kong bosses like to put ancient stone sculptures in their back gardens. Uncle Handsome doesn't agree. Hey, I have to listen to him.
"Big news! There is a new situation, it may be Shuidongzi! No more words, just go back and get the bottle and go into the water. I will know! There must be something wrong here!"
"We came down. We didn't find anything on the first day. They were all natural underground caves. It's strange. Did I feel wrong this time? I felt a little back and my calf was scratched by a stone."
"On the third day, I feel that this is definitely not a natural cave. The handsome boy picked up a small gourd bottle made of old brass, which also contains elixirs. The handsome boy said that it was in the early Qing Dynasty and was carried by Taoist priests.
The elixir bottle."
After writing this, the page disappeared, and Li Tiecheng turned the page again and continued reading.
"It's the fourth day. I feel bad again. The wound on my calf has turned yellow and suppurated. Please protect me from infection, my ancestor. I don't have a fever for the time being. It's a pity that we don't have much to eat. Let's save it."
.”
"On the fifth day, I felt like I was done. I was a little dizzy and hungry. Why was there no fish in the river? There was something strange. I didn't dare to tell my handsome brother. When I was washing my face at night, I suddenly saw a picture of a person.
The face, no, it cannot be said to be a human face, a mummified face, and the body is dressed in Qing Dynasty official uniform, just like the zombies in the movie. I guess I am hallucinating due to fever, and I have been through the storm, so I should be fine."
"On the sixth day, my legs were so painful that I couldn't walk. My handsome brother was carrying me on his back and was about to go back when he found a broken copper bottle containing elixirs. I didn't have enough money and effort, and I still suffered such a heavy crime. It seems that this time I
It feels so wrong.”
"On the seventh day, oh my God! We found a cave with writing on it!"
Seeing this, Li Tiecheng's breathing became heavy and he frowned.
The next paragraph is very poorly written for some unknown reason.
"On the eighth day, my handsome uncle asked me to go out to fetch water. I have been waiting for a long time, but he has not come back. He must have left me behind. Hey, my wife has to be taken care of by others, and the flashlight is almost out of power.
, come on, someone, come and say a word to me."
"On the ninth day, I couldn't move. I was very thirsty and hungry."
“Day 10, shush There is a ghost here, I think I saw it, there really is a ghost, the handsome uncle turned into a ghost, both arms are gone, I dare not say a word."
Next, only the last entry was written in the diary.
And it was not written with a ballpoint pen. The handwriting was very large. It was written with human blood. It had dried and the words had turned dark red.
I tried my best to read it, but I found that I couldn't recognize what was written. It was like graffiti drawn by a kindergarten kid, with blood on his finger and the scribbles were messy.
Li Tiecheng flipped through the book again, and found that the second half of the pages were all blank paper.
Dou Yazai swallowed his saliva and said, "Who wrote this? It's not Lao Tian. It's been eleven days since Lao Tian came here? Absolutely not."
I frowned and couldn't figure it out. I could only speculate that these two people were from the southern tomb robber business. I didn't mention their real names. I just said that one of them was called Uncle Liangzi. The other person who wrote always wrote "How do I feel?"
So I nicknamed him "Brother Feeling."
There are many people in the Southern School, especially those in Guangdong, who have the habit of remembering things. For example, the Chaoshan people in the desert wrote small notes to record some income and expenses. I also read it at the time.
And the word "Uncle Handsome" written above, I remember, isn't it the place in Guangdong where people are called handsome? When someone is scolded, it's called daimao.
Raising his head and raising a question, he turned around and asked: "Junior brother, Lao Wang (Wang Junhua) has had many contacts with the Southern Sect. You said he disappeared in Dao County two months ago. Could it be that he was one of their group?"
"I'm not sure," Master Xue shook his head: "I've never heard of anyone with the name Uncle Handsome."
"Um"
"Don't leave," the head told us: "Check what you brought. If it's not enough for eight days, go back and replenish it. Don't go any further."
"After taking a look, we only brought enough for two days," Dou Sprout said, "I never thought we would need so much before."
The terrain ahead was complicated and very dark, and the flashlight couldn't illuminate very far. I looked ahead for a minute, then waved my hand and said, "Go back first and come back tomorrow."
Li Tiecheng frowned and said: "Wang Boutou, it's enough for two days. We can eat for seven or eight days if we save a little, right? We've just come here. I was called here by Lao Xue. Don't think I'm being harsh. You
It’s too timid to be brave.”
"Ah"
After hearing this, he turned his head and his smiling face disappeared, and said with a straight face: "It is because I am careful that I, Wang Xiansheng, can live to this day. Brother Li, if you don't want to listen to me, you can do it yourself." After saying that, he pointed his head forward.
.
Perhaps Master Xue wanted to find that Wang Junhua too much, so he immediately advised him: "Xian Sheng, I think our control points should be enough."
He looked at Uncle Xue, frowned and said, "Junior brother, you have to be clear about one thing. I am here to help you, but there is a condition. You must listen to me in everything. Do you agree?"
"Hey. Haha, you still haven't changed, then I'll listen to you and do whatever you say." Uncle Xue was convinced.
We started to return the way we came, Dou Sprout carrying a bag with the duck in it.
The duck didn't run away either. When it walked back, it poked its head out of the bag, and its two black bean-like eyes kept looking back.
I turned my head and looked around, but there was nothing there. I didn't know who the duck was looking at.