"So? This man was ---- killed," Old Itch asked in confusion, "What does it have to do with this maze?"
Ding Ze heard it and opened his mouth to answer.
Unexpectedly, Wu Xie took the lead and shook his head at Lao Itch, "It's a big deal. As far as I know, the deceased who can be buried in the burial cave cannot die unnaturally... In other words, this body
The skeletons further prove the fact that this is indeed not a burial cave."
"Since it is not a burial cave, combined with the existence of the maze... it means that these coffins may have appeared here at the same time..."
"If this is true, then I'm afraid that not only the person in this coffin was murdered with his throat cut...it is very possible that the people in other coffins are in the same situation!"
Wu Xie said, frowning, with a serious look on his face, his eyes moved quickly, and he quickly looked inside the cave again. It was shrouded in darkness, and there were no coffins at the end at a glance.
Then, with a deep tone and a hint of panic, he added, "This place is basically a pile of corpses!"
Shocking words spread into the air.
Lao Itch's eyes suddenly widened and he subconsciously looked at the coffins around him.
"No - it's impossible, Old Wu, are you saying that there is a group of people who killed - killed thousands of people, and then placed - placed them here just to create a maze?
"
Lao Itch didn't believe it and scratched his head fiercely, "Who can be so insane as to be so insane?"
"We cannot understand the thinking of the ancients," Wu Xie shook his head, "However, I think that these coffins and the corpses of thousands of people are almost impossible to be the result of a certain group of people suffering from a mental illness."
"Furthermore, I feel that the group of people did all this not, or rather, not just to create this maze. I'm afraid, there is a more important purpose."
Hear this.
Ding Ze was indeed a little surprised whether he should say it or not.
'How do you feel that compared to the original work, Comrade Wu Xie's progress seems to be much faster?'
'In the original work, Comrade Wu Xie did not think of this at this time.'
'Is it me?'
Ding Ze thought about it for a while and felt that this should be the case.
Therefore, he couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Wu Xie.
'If you think about it from another angle, if you make rapid progress, your innocent days will have to be reduced... Comrade Wu Xie, don't hate me in the future.'
Ding Ze muttered something silently.
At this time, Lao Itch made a sound and asked Wu Xie doubtfully, "What is the important purpose?"
Wu Xie: "I don't know. Maybe there will be relevant clues in the ancient tomb below. This cave is located just above the ancient tomb. It shouldn't be a coincidence."
Upon hearing this, Old Itch said, "Okay, then don't--don't waste time here, think quickly--find a way to get to the ancient tomb."
Lao Itchi said and prepared to leave.
Ding Ze saw it and felt it was time to speak, "Wait, don't worry, there is something strange in this coffin."
Hear this.
Wu Xie and Lao Chu looked at Ding Ze together: "??????"
Wu Xie asked curiously, "What is it?"
Ding Ze didn't waste any time. He moved the black gold dagger and pointed at a relatively large piece of blue-black fragment next to the skull's head, which was only slightly obscured by a dark mixture of dust and corpse liquid.
Just before Wu Xie and the two came over, he had already looked at it and determined that this fragment and the other fragments next to it that were almost completely covered by the dark mixture, with only a little bit exposed, should be part of the Tatar hat.
However, he is not Master Liang after all. He has only seen the Tatar hat on TV before, but never in real life.
therefore.
'The next step will be a real test of your acting skills!'
'Not only must Wu Xie and Lao Itch not be able to see the problem, but the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room must not be able to find anything wrong.'
'I'm so hard!'
For a moment, Ding Ze's heart was full of drama.
until.
Wu Xie, who looked at the fragments for the first time, stared at them for a while, then heard a voice, and asked doubtfully, "What is that? It doesn't look like bones, but an artifact buried with it?"
Ding Ze stopped thinking wildly and returned his attention to reality.
"This man was murdered. Theoretically, there should be no visible objects in the coffin."
Ding Ze replied, "Combining the location of this fragment and the other fragments that can be vaguely seen next to it... I guess that these fragments may have been a whole body originally, and they may be located on this person's head or
On the face.”
In order to be reasonable, Ding Ze did not say more, and could not say more.
Therefore, after expressing his thoughts like this, Ding Ze did not waste any time. With a move of his wrist, he used a black gold dagger to peel off the dark mixture wrapped around the fragments.
soon.
The fragments are presented almost completely.
Wu Xie's eyes widened immediately, "This fragment looks like a helmet or part of a hat..."
Before he finished speaking, Wu Xie suddenly reached into the coffin, picked up the fragments, wiped off the disgusting mixture on the fragments, and took a closer look.
This observation.
Ding!
It was just a matter of course. Wu Xie suddenly shook his body and said in shock, "It's not a helmet, it's a Tatar hat!"
When Ding Ze heard this, he was worried that the audience would be suspicious, so he couldn't say anything, so he had to act like he was a little curious, turning his passive into active, and asked.
"I don't know much about Tatar hats. You are an antique dealer. Do you know much about it? Can you roughly identify this person's identity based on this thing?"
In fact, these words are not consistent with the status of a master he has always played.
However, he felt that Wu Xie would not have any doubts about this.
After all, no one is omnipotent, and it is normal for him to have things he does not know.
Facts have proved that he was right.
Wu Xie had no doubts and said directly, "I don't know much."
"As far as I know, there are two types of Tatar hats: warm hats and cool hats."
"This fragment has no lining and is a straw hat, which means the man was killed around summer."
"Then, if you want to identify this person's identity, you have to look at the flower feathers on this Tatar hat... There are flower feathers on the Tatar hats of upright officials, and different flower feathers represent different identities..."
Wu Xie said this in one breath, and then he reached into the coffin again, groping around, and continued, "Since there are fragments of the Tatar hat in this coffin, there should also be fragments of flower feathers."
After a while.
"Yes!"
Wu Xie pinched a small fragment and said something. Then, without caring about the disgust at all, he quickly wiped the fragment.
The next second.
It didn't take long.
Wu Xie was startled again and took a breath of cold air. He made a contribution to global warming, "Fuck! This is a peacock feather!"
"Those who wear peacock feathers on their heads must be officials of the fifth rank or above!"
"How could such a person die in such a place and be murdered..."
Wu Xie was surprised for a while.
Shocked, he suddenly turned his head and quickly looked around again. At the same time, the horror in his eyes quickly increased several times.
"What the hell, these coffins are all the same. There is basically no distinction between high and low."
"Then if this person was really a fifth-grade official or above during his lifetime... what would happen to the other people in the coffins?"
"Could it be that they are all officials of fifth rank or above?"
Wu Xie asked, his tone and face full of incredible meaning!