"There is a worse situation." Feitian added: "Then the arrow in the mouth is smeared with venom. Basically, as long as it is scratched, there will be no room for survival."
It was so shocking that Hong Luo shuddered and Feitian said: "The arrow in the mouth of the corpse I met had venom in it. The man pushed me and the arrow hit the ground.
There was green smoke floating up. I was still young and not calm enough at the time. I was so scared that I lost my mind. Later I found a lot of visible objects, but the man took a bag and moved the body away. For so many years, I have been
He is so worried about this matter, why would he take away a corpse?"
"Is it possible that there is something very important to him on the corpse?" Luo Tian said: "And this thing cannot be stripped off immediately in the tomb, so it needs to be taken away?"
This was just Luo Tian's imagination, but it seemed to remind Feitian: "I kind of understand, what he wants is corpse liquid."
"Senior, why are you so sure all of a sudden?" Hong Luo asked curiously.
"He saved my life, but I didn't even ask his name. But two years later, I found out that he had committed a crime, but no one knew how he killed the person, so his conviction was
It has always been a controversy. The criminal investigation methods at that time were very limited and it was impossible to convict him. He was released. This matter was published in the newspaper at the time. I recognized him and I will never forget his face. I understand now that he used a corpse.
Poison. It is said that the ancients often took highly toxic drugs before death in order to preserve them. This would help preserve the corpse. This highly toxic drug would corrode the entire internal organs in the human body and turn it into a liquid and remain in the body. When
When grave robbers move a corpse, the body will be squeezed, and liquid will spurt out of the mouth. In mild cases, it can burn people's skin, and in severe cases, it can harm people's lives."
"Maybe it was the arrow in his mouth that inspired him," Hong Luo said.
"It is entirely possible." Luo Tian also agreed with Hong Luo's statement, and took the corpse away on an impromptu decision because he needed some time to extract the corpse poison. This was not a job that could be completed immediately: "However,
Who did he kill?"
"His adoptive father, that's what the newspaper said." Feitian sighed: "It is said that he was abused by his father since he was a child, so he had the intention to kill, and an idea made him succeed."
"If it were done today, he wouldn't be able to succeed," Luo Tian said.
Feitian perked up and said, "That's right. Today, any kind of poison can be detected through scientific and technological level."
"Hong Luo, let me tell you a story." Feitian was in a much better mood: "It is said that at the end of the Song Dynasty and the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, there was a group of tomb robbers in Luoyang. The leader was named Zhu. This man was nicknamed "Zhuqi Lian". Why?
As for this nickname, it turned out that he encountered a strange thing when he robbed the Yongchang Mausoleum of Song Dynasty emperor Zhao Kuangyin: after he pried open the coffin, he found that Zhao Kuangyin's body was not rotten, and he wanted to take off the jade belt tied to Zhao Kuangyin's body.
But the body was too heavy to be taken by force, so he came up with a way. One end of the rope was tied under the shoulders of the body, and the other end was put on his body. He pulled the body up facing him, and took advantage of the situation to take off the jade belt. Unexpectedly,
, the corpse actually sprayed a stream of black mucus onto his face, which could not be washed off from now on, and turned into a red face."
"It's caused by corpse poison." Hong Luo reacted immediately.
"That's right, so I have repeatedly stressed that you should pay attention to your safety." Feitian suddenly lifted up his trouser leg. There was a piece of flesh missing on his calf, and the edge of the wound was still dark green: "This injury will never heal. If you can survive,
Thanks to myself, I dug out the infected piece of flesh with a knife."
Luo Tian and Hong Luo looked at each other, and a strange feeling arose spontaneously. Just as the three of them were immersed in this story that seemed incompatible with the modern background, there was movement from the cave. It turned out to be Mrs. Box.
It's big and the hole is too small. It's a bit laborious to move the boxes out directly. What's more, these boxes are more than a thousand years old. They are made of wood and are somewhat deformed. It is true that the boxes were moved up from the ground, but now they are stuck at the entrance of the hole.
Already.
Seeing this situation, four people ran over. Director Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead frequently: "What can we do? These wooden boxes are also cultural relics."
"Otherwise, let's blow up the hole." Xiao Chen interjected.
"Nonsense, if the weight is not appropriate, the cave will collapse and the consequences will be disastrous." Director Fu reprimanded sternly. Xiao Chen was startled and closed his mouth tightly, not daring to come up with any more random ideas.
Feitian walked over leisurely: "Let me see."
What he looked at was the texture and composition of the rock. The structure of the rocks in the northwest was relatively fragile, and the rocks contained more soil: "Let me do it. You move the boxes inside farther away first, and I'm going to start."
Feitian said he wanted to start, which made everyone a little confused. Curator Fu took Xiao Chen out of the cave first. He knew Feitian's energy. The reason why Qingtian looked at the texture of the rock was to see if he could drill a hole. He was
Expand the opening to allow enough space for the box to be moved out.
"Senior Feitian really wants to dig holes with his bare hands?" Hong Luo found it unbelievable. He spread his palms and shook his head: "There are so many strange people in this world."
"Are you planning to stay in China more and more now?" Luo Tian saw Hong Luo like this and knew that he couldn't run away.
"Following you, you also know that I like to take risks." Hong Luo said: "In the future, you only need to give me one or two opportunities to run out. The rest of the time, I am willing to work nine to five."
While the two were talking, Feitian had already begun to work. He used a shovel with a hook. It looked inconspicuous, but when he really moved his hands, it was called a lightning bolt. The speed was shockingly fast. Except for the front
Both times, the subsequent movements were very rhythmic. Director Liu and the others were dumbfounded. They had been sitting in the office for a long time. When had they seen this strange man?
After more than thirty minutes, the hole had been widened a lot. Feitian roughly measured it with his arm and said: "It's almost done. My work is over. You can continue."
Feitian clapped his hands, still looking very restful. Luo Tian was impressed and cleverly went to give Feitian some advice: "Senior Feitian, drink some water."
"Thank you, Luo Tian." Feitian was really a little awkward. He was obviously his eldest nephew, but he still had to pretend to be familiar here. He lowered his voice: "How are Ouyang?"
Thinking of the incident where his father went to England to have sex, Luo Tian had something in his heart. He actually didn't answer immediately. It took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "It's good. I'm just anxious to drink my father-in-law's tea and want to hold my grandson. Recently,
Always remind."
"Haha." These words made Feitian laugh: "It's normal, all of us uncles are looking forward to it."
Hong Luo came over, and the two of them dropped the topic. They saw that the jade in the box was taken out and put in another prepared box. Because the original box was too fragile and could not bear the load, it had to be moved out separately. After a lot of trouble,
Everything was loaded onto the car and protective measures were taken. Everything was done.
What came out behind these jade stones and boxes was Liao Fan's body. The body was wrapped in white cloth and looked particularly desolate. Feitian spat on the ground: "He died for money, so his death is not unjust."