As soon as I saw the two old men, I thought to myself that this matter was complicated. Zhao Yingjun didn't know why I was sure they were two old men, but based on their appearance alone, he couldn't tell whether they were Russians or not.
The two old men disappeared from sight. They went to the other side of the slope and could not be seen from our position. Zhao Yingjun thought for a while and said that this team must have encountered a more difficult matter and there were not enough manpower.
Otherwise, there wouldn't even be people to look after the camp.
After the two of us made sure that the other party was gone, we ran out. The villager who was left behind was still slowly crawling towards the sunny place. He was still very young, but he probably wouldn't live long. I felt sorry but didn't dare to touch him.
When he saw us, his eyes showed a strong desire to survive. He lay on the ground and stretched out his hands towards us, making a gurgling sound in his throat. He looked pitiful and miserable in the extreme.
I was really scared, but seeing how pitiful he was, I couldn't help it. I looked back and forth, trying to think of a way. Zhao Yingjun stopped me directly, and I felt that he had no sympathy at all.
Zhao Yingjun said that I was the same as Jin Pingmei in the past. I knew nothing and only had a good heart. I was not convinced, so I said that Jin Pingmei was actually very capable. Zhao Yingjun sneered: "Those are all gained from the experience of suffering losses, you ask
Ask him, if he were in this situation, would he still save people?"
This man couldn't even speak. In the end, we ignored him and went around directly to the camp. When we walked here, the two of us smelled an indescribable smell. It was very smelly, as if
It smells like dead fish and rotten shrimps drying in the port town, and there is a fishy smell. And we discovered that the very low tent we saw before was actually not set up at all, but just covered with a tent.
got something.
"The smell comes from under the tent." Zhao Yingjun sniffed and even smacked his lips, as if he was savoring it carefully.
"What is that? It smells so bad."
"I don't know, but it's probably fished out of the water." Zhao Yingjun pointed to the edge of the tent. I found a water stain on the turf around the tent. Although it was not obvious anymore, you can still see it if you look closely.
.
"Are you pooping in the water? It's so smelly."
"You step back a little." Zhao Yingjun waved his hand and said, "Open it and take a look."
Zhao Yingjun was very smart, because he didn't know what was covered under the tent, so he didn't lift it directly with his hands. He pulled the rope at the corner of the tent and threw it to the branch of the tree next to him. Then he went over and pulled hard. Suddenly, half of the tent was covered.
The tents were all opened, and what was covered underneath was clearly visible.
"Holy shit!" When I saw something under the tent, I covered my mouth. My nerves and visual organs were strongly stimulated one after another. It felt almost like being physically injured, and I felt stuffy in my heart.
There were a lot of corpses piled under the tent. I couldn't identify other parts, but the severed hands and feet were clearly identifiable. As Zhao Yingjun said, these things may have been fished out of the water.
I don’t know how long they have been soaked, but there is a layer of white lime on the outside of those severed limbs.
"So many!" I was a little incoherent for a moment. Seeing a corpse alone and seeing so many dismembered corpses were completely different concepts. My mental endurance had reached the bottom line, and I pointed at the tent randomly.
Let Zhao Yingjun look at the body parts below.
"What are you shouting for?" Zhao Yingjun quickly motioned for me to keep my voice down. He walked around the tent and said to me: "Is there something wrong with your eyes? Could these be corpses? If there are so many corpses piled together, this kind of
As soon as the weather gets hot, it can smoke you down from two miles away."
In fact, when Zhao Yingjun smelled the smell before, he knew that there wouldn't be something like a corpse underneath, because the smell we smelled was very "soft" compared to the smell of corpses. He used a thick branch
He picked out an arm from under the tent. The arm was stiff and rolled back and forth on the ground a few times.
It was only then that I wiped my sweat in shock. The arm was very heavy. If I scraped off the thin layer of lime wrapped around it, I could see the main body similar to rough pottery.
"Is it...a pottery figurine?" I looked up at Zhao Yingjun and let out a sigh of relief: "It really frightened me to death."
Zhao Yingjun also squatted down and stared at the arm for a long time. He used a dagger to scrape off all the outer layer of lime. He stroked his beard and thought for a long time. Then he brought a stone and smashed the rough pottery arm hard.
break.
"Look." Zhao Yingjun placed the cross-section of the stoneware arm in front of me.
This pottery arm has the same proportions as a real human arm. On the cross-section of the arm, there is a central channel with a diameter of about three centimeters. Moreover, the color of the stoneware itself should be black and blue, but on the cross-section, there is a circle
A circle of dark red thread-like lines.
"Now I really doubt where this place is." Zhao Yingjun threw the two severed arms back to their original positions, covered the tent again, and said, "This thing shouldn't have appeared here."
"Well? How do you say it?"
"These fragments of pottery figurines under the tent are called blood-patterned pottery."
The so-called blood-patterned pottery is a pottery craft that began to appear during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. It was once popular in the Qin State and the subsequent Qin Dynasty. In fact, this cannot be called a craft. The pottery-making techniques are still the techniques of the past.
It's just that something was added to it. Some historical materials from later generations said that what was added was human blood, and some said it was minced corpses. In short, it was quite bloody. After this kind of pottery is fired, there will be circles and circles.
Dark red thread.
The emergence of this kind of thing has a lot to do with the pre-Qin period, as well as Qin Shihuang's belief in alchemists. It is said that complete blood-patterned pottery can be used as Yin soldiers. However, the records of blood-patterned pottery in historical materials are not accurate.
There are at least five or six kinds. Some scholars insist that blood-patterned pottery is actually just a kind of sacrificial object. Because the sacrifices and tombs of that era required killing a large number of people for sacrifice, which was very wasteful, and a corpse was chopped into pieces and mixed into the pottery.
At least several pottery figurines can be baked in the mud, and each pottery figurine can be used as a human sacrifice during sacrifices.
Blood-patterned pottery actually flourished during the Warring States Period. After the fall of the Qin Dynasty, this special pottery-making technology gradually declined. There was no longer large-scale batch firing, except for some evil warlocks who secretly burned one or two statues.
The technological process has almost been lost. As for the number of people who collected blood-patterned pottery in later generations, the reason is that this thing is mixed with human blood and is eerie when placed at home. It is said that a piece of blood-patterned pottery has been collected by several people.
Things happened one after another in the family, and when word spread again and again, the reputation of this thing in the collecting world was completely ruined.
I don’t know if these rumors are true, but Zhao Yingjun told me that when the Qin Dynasty made blood-patterned pottery, living people were directly bled into the pottery clay. When the blood was drained, the people were not dead yet. Those
What people want is the hostility of the dead.
"What? Are you saying there is something wrong with the blood-patterned pottery under the tent?"
"You are so damn stupid." Zhao Yingjun slapped me on the back of the head: "This is where those ghost shadows and the original carrier of the curse may exist. How old do you think it is? What is blood-patterned pottery?
Things from that time? It’s from the wrong era, isn’t that weird enough?”
I understand what Zhao Yingjun means, but I don’t think it’s that strange. If Zhao Yingjun knew the contents in the historian’s notes and the events of the prehistoric city of Shiyanchuan, he would probably classify the appearance of blood-patterned pottery as normal.
The people of the Qin Dynasty did not do this for a day or two, and the scale was very large. There is no guarantee that they would not come here to explore. As for why there is blood-patterned pottery, it is unknown.
"These blood-patterned pottery must have sunk into the water, and then Lao Maozi fished it out piece by piece."
Why the Russians bothered to salvage these blood-patterned pottery is also a question, but it is possible that they could see that the blood-patterned pottery was ancient and found it valuable for research, so they fished it up to prepare for follow-up research.
I told my thoughts, but Zhao Yingjun disagreed and said that the matter might not be that simple. Zhao Yingjun analyzed it again and said that the blood-patterned pottery could not have been salvaged from the surface river. The thin layer of limestone was very good.
The proof is that most likely, these blood streaks sank into a body of water where the water flow was very slow and even almost stagnant.
The appearance of the blood-patterned pottery and the Russians made the originally not so complicated situation difficult to fathom. I was very uneasy, but I didn't expect that Zhao Yingjun became excited. He seemed to be the kind of person who always wants to find some excitement when he has nothing to do. He said that he would find a way to follow.
Look, look what Lao Maozi is doing.
"The location of their operation must not be too far away. It is near the camp. Let's find a place to wait."
The two of us left the camp and found a place to stay on the opposite side of the forest. It was high up and the terrain was good. After waiting for two hours, there was still no one around, so I became a little anxious.
"What should they do if they get caught up in something and don't come out?"
"No, they don't have enough manpower, but they can't be entangled to death, otherwise they won't have time to send people to throw those villagers out. Just wait, Lao Maozi is also a human being, and he also needs to eat. Wait until the supplies they brought in are used up.
I'll send someone to get it." Zhao Yingjun said regretfully: "It's a pity that I don't have any harmful medicine with me. If I didn't put it into the drinking water for them, I would have knocked them all down."
Zhao Yingjun guessed right. After a while, four people appeared. They were all Russians and extremely strong. They took some things from the camp. When they turned to leave, Zhao Yingjun asked me to stay where I was.