When I saw clearly what I had dug, my face suddenly turned ugly.
Damn, it’s a rusty, rotten washbasin....
Tian Sanjiu kicked the basin away angrily and shouted: "Look! Keep looking! The thing is definitely here somewhere!"
After closing the warehouse door, from when the sun set until it was so dark that nothing could be seen, we used detectors to scan almost every inch of the concrete floor.
Nothing was found.
Except for the rotten washbasin dug up earlier, there is not even a hair on the cement floor.
Veins popped up on Tian Sanjiu's forehead, and he kicked the equipment in anger.
"Um?"
He suddenly raised his eyebrows and frowned at the various old equipment and machines piled together.
"Wang Xiaoqin...Tang Xin...Bai Tingli..."
"Science Popularization Committee..."
Tian Sanjiu was in a daze. He kept pacing back and forth, mumbling something.
"Snapped,"
He suddenly snapped his fingers, looked up at the roof and said: "I know... This used to be the second floor. Did you see the old blackboards piled in the west corner? Those were used by the science popularization committee for publicity.
The blackboard is not underground...go, go to the roof."
After we came out of the warehouse, we didn't turn on the lights for fear of being discovered by using flashlights.
Looking up at the roof of the big warehouse, Tian Sanjiu looked at Brother Yu and said, "Go up and bring the rope down."
Brother Yu threw the rope he took from the car behind him. He stepped back more than ten meters and started running to speed up.
Putting his feet on the wall, Brother Yu directly grabbed the mouth of the water pipe with his super long wingspan.
A vertical pull-up, Brother Yu changed his hands and stepped on the water pipe with his feet, turned over and climbed up to the roof.
"Come up."
He dropped the coiled rope from the roof.
Red eyes grasped the rope tightly. He relied on the strength of his hands and pushed up the wall with one hand...
The same goes for Tian Sanjiu, but I can’t.
I pulled the rope and pushed my feet against the wall, my face turned red from suppressing it, my arms were almost exhausted, and I moved my body upward little by little.
"hand....."
Huang Tianbao, with red eyes, lay on the roof and reached down.
As soon as I grabbed his hand, I suddenly felt a strong force coming from me. I felt like I was on a rocket and rocketed up.
Tian Sanjiu was right. There were a lot of old equipment piled up in a mess on the roof. Some of the equipment was familiar and some was not, such as dryers, looms, cleaning machines, velvet stripping machines, etc.
Tian Sanjiu walked quickly past these machines.
He finally stopped in front of a large cylinder.
This big cylinder is very similar to the thing on the front of the road roller. It was probably used for cotton picking in the early years. It was pushed by a machine and rolled through the cotton field to collect cotton.
I don't know the scientific name of this machine, nor do I know how many years it has been on the roof of the warehouse.
Because cotton is picked, the large cylinder is hollow.
Tian Sanjiu took a step back and said, "Dabao, kick him away."
Red Eyes must be ordered to start.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Every time he kicked, I had the illusion that the whole roof was shaking.
"boom!"
Dust rose up, and one end of the big cylinder was kicked in by the red eyes.
Tian Sanjiu waved away the dust, turned on the flashlight and looked into the tube.
Brother Yu and I also leaned over and looked inside.
There was some black cotton in it, all rotten.
In the center, lying horizontally, there is a large iron bump with an upper circle and a lower bottom.
This thing....
It was the seventh floor of the Tiefo Temple Pagoda where Monk Yuetian of Linji Zong was buried in the 13th year of Zhengde in the Ming Dynasty.
The sky is round and the place is at the top of the tower.
