Under the candlelight, Su Minsun's face looked paler and delicate, and he smiled: "I let him come back because I was sure of myself. Isn't that okay? [26nbsp;]"
Su Mianming didn't tell the truth. She asked Di Lin to come back because she couldn't imagine or even bear the sight of Di Lin kneeling. If Di Lin was allowed to stay, he would rather die than kneel down, and he might be in more danger than himself.
Much more.
Seeing everyone standing at the entrance of the cave and not daring to move, Su Mian said: "There are no more traps, you can go down directly."
The bearded man also nodded, patted Su Mian with his hand, and sighed: "As expected of the daughter of the Su family, no one can match him in this lock-picking skill."
Su Mian's eyes narrowed with laughter. This skill was not taught by his father.
Following the steps that sloped downward, everyone arrived below.
It was much colder down there than above, so Su Mianshu wrapped his clothes tightly, and then held little Tai Sui in his arms to keep warm.
Holding the candle and looking around, Hu Zhannan said excitedly: "If this is correct, this should be it. The artificial traces on it are quite obvious. There should be a funerary chamber not far away."
What the scumbag man said was proved to be right. There was a stone room about ten meters ahead.
The bearded man took the lead and went in holding a candle.
Su Ming took two steps and realized something was wrong. When he looked back, Di Lin was standing there and did not follow him. He came over and pulled the person inside and said, "Go in and have a look, maybe we can
Did you find anything?"
The moment she walked in, Su Mingshu noticed that the little Tai Sui in her arms began to shiver. Was it too cold?
When the two of them entered, the room was already lit with three or four candles, making it quite bright.
The funerary chamber is simpler than expected. There are no visible utensils. There are only two stone platforms in the middle of the stone chamber that are barely waist-high. They are two meters long and one meter wide. If they are used to hold coffins, they are significantly smaller.
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Su Mian felt that Di Lin beside him paused for a moment, then let go of her hand, turned around and walked aside.
Su Mian was confused. The scumbag man was already calling him: "Girl Su, come and see if there is any mechanism here. What does it mean to put two stone platforms here?"
The stone platform on the right is smooth and flat, dark in color, with a slightly protruding piece at the top, somewhat like a pillow.
Not seeing anything, Su Mian walked to the stone platform on the left, which was almost exactly the same as the stone platform next to it, except that there was a handprint on the platform here. Su Mian held a candle and lowered his head to look at it carefully.
Handprints.
Who on earth made a handprint here? It should be a slender hand with distinct joints. Su Mian pressed his hand up, which was slightly longer than his own.
After her hand touched the cold rock, Su Mian's expression suddenly turned strange. She recognized this hand.
The handprint sank into the stone platform by nearly half a centimeter. When Su Mian put his hand on it, she discovered an important clue that she had ignored. At that size, she finally confirmed that it was Di Lin's hand.
Di Lin has been here before and left such a fingerprint.
Although Su Mian had long suspected that Di Lin had been here and was eager to know his experience back then, he did not dare to ask Di Lin.
First, Di Lin was unwilling to talk about matters related to his origin and identity. Now he also added that Su Mian had a guilty conscience and was worried that the matter he asked was related to his damn second identity.