Daomu Biji

We were taken aback by him, only to see that he was pale and seemed very nervous.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He frowned and looked at the box for a long time before saying: "Don't open it, I feel ... very bad."

"What do you think of? You can't think of opening this box?"

The dull oil bottle nodded: "I don't know, but I have a very bad feeling. When I open this box, there must be something wrong."

Looking at his face, I found that his cold sweat was down, and he could not help but also sweating in his back. He could be so nervous that what is in this box, is it a bomb?Immediately let the fat man take back the twisted hands.

The fat man said: "I rely on, don't scare me, brother. What do you remember?"

The dull oil bottle pinched his forehead, a bit painful: "I can't describe this feeling."

The fat man said with a cry: "It is impossible to make this box, it is not an ordinary opening method, there is a mechanism in it? When we open it, we may shoot a poison needle, or will it flow out venom?"

I thought it was very possible. The stuffy oil bottle has a deep understanding of the mechanism. This metal box is his thing. It seems that it has placed a very important thing. It is likely that the mechanism is set up. I do n’t know the trick. Danger.

This is troublesome, I am very itchy and unbearable, but in this case, it is impossible for me to grind my teeth and try to open it.At this time, I had an idea: if the fat man had just hurry up, there might be no such troubles, but when I think about it, if the fat man has hurry up, I might have no trouble in my life.

I let the fat man carefully help to put the tin box on the table and carefully look at its lock.This old-fashioned twist lock is actually not a kind of lock, but an ordinary buckle. It can be opened with a light touch. At our level, we ca n’t see if there is any problem behind this twist lock. .

"What should I do?" The fat man was also depressed.

"It seems that I can only take this thing back first, find a few masters to look at, and then look for it elsewhere, is there anything worth noting about it," I said.Looking around, there is only such a way now.

The fat man knocked on the iron sheet: "I'll rely on, when will I get this thing open, maybe half a year. Or we can simply ask Agui to get the knife and pry it in from the sheet metal."

I have n’t shaken my head. The stuffy oil bottle has shaken my head. He said: “No, it should n’t be the problem of the institution.” He said that with his strangely long fingers, he held down the twist lock and flicked a little. It feels like there is no problem with the lock. "

"Not an institution, why can't it be opened?"

The dull oil bottle shook his head.I pondered: "Is there something wrong with the contents of this box?"

"What can there be? Is it possible that there is a viper in it? After so many years, it has become a snake." The fat man was a little impatient and said, "Otherwise, you all withdraw, Fatty, I come, Lao Tzu Life is hard, I do n’t believe I can be killed by a box. "

"It's absolutely impossible, not to mention living creatures. There may be something highly toxic in it. When you open it, it will not only affect us, but the entire village may be affected by you," I said.

The fat man scolded, and sat on the bed at once: "This will not work, nor will it work, then send it to the steel mill for melting, let's pretend that it's not the case."

I feel that this atmosphere is a little funny and a little weird. We arrived here from the elders, and we did find the house with a stuffy oil bottle, and found important clues, but because the stuffy oil bottle has a seemingly non-existent feeling, We dared not even open the box where the clue was placed, which is indeed depressing.However, it is indeed not worthwhile to take risks in this aspect.

I patted the fat man to make him less anxious and better to knock on the floor again to see if there is a mezzanine underneath.Look at the way that the oil bottle breaks the floor. When this interlayer was made, a whole board was used to nail it, indicating that he was not going to take out the box in a short time. This method of hiding the interlayer is a huge project, and there may be more than one.

So we started knocking on the east and fooling around on the west, but the house was overhead, and we felt that there was something under the wooden floor.

The floor of the high-rise wooden building is not industrial pavement, but it is simply built with long wooden strips. The gap between the wooden boards is large. The fat man lies on the ground and looks down with his eyes.The following is generally used to raise chickens, you can see the mud.

The fat man was really not afraid of getting dirty. Looking at it bit by bit, it was muddy, but there was no gain. It seemed that there was only one secret cell.

We searched repeatedly three times, and checked every place inside and outside. Certainly, the fat man patted his clothes and said: "Okay, you can't find it, you can't open it. Let's clear it first. Come on, lest they should be suspicious. It ’s impossible to take a picture of a broken house for so long. "

As soon as I thought about it, I moved the box, and the fat man stopped: "This thing can't see the light. Now I move out. Agui sees us come out empty-handed. Moving such a big thing back, I'm afraid it's not easy to explain. If the matter spread It may reach Chen Pi's ears. I think we still put the box back in place and move out again when we leave. "

The fat man thought thoughtfully, and I nodded, so the fat man crawled under the bed, pushed the box into the hole again, and then covered those planks to cover the hole.

Then I packed up the photo files and put them in my bag. I was going to go back and check them out. I was packing up, and suddenly I heard the sound of knocking on the floor.

I said to the fat man: "Don't knock, don't you say you're leaving?"

The fat man smoked on the side, raised his hands, and said that he did not knock. I looked at the oil bottle again. He was putting the boxes neatly like books. Obviously, he also heard the sound of knocking on the floor and looked at us.

Huh?I froze for a moment, who is knocking on the floor?

We calmed down and listened carefully, and found that the sound came from under the bed, "Tuk Tuk Tuk", very slight, but very fast.

The fat man and I looked at each other, pinched my cigarette butts, carefully bent down to look under the bed, and I squatted.

There must be no one under the bed. Needless to say, we were close to the floor and found that the floor was not vibrating. This sound was not knocking on the floor, and it sounded a little distant. I could n’t feel which corner of the bed.

The fat man made a gesture, meaning: under the floor!

I nodded and said: Do some mice or chickens run under this tall wooden building?Suddenly, I saw that the cracked skin of the wooden board covered with the iron box moved.

Um, this damn strange, I was stunned, is that the metal box moving?(To be continued, if you want to know the future, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)