People check in and punch cards in tomb robbery

Chapter 200 February Red

"So the keel was taken from under the corpse's throat?"

Wu Laogou looked a little strange.

He has fought countless times, seen embalming pearls, and suppressing evil spirits with money, but he has never heard of someone hiding a dragon bone in his mouth.

The more he thought about it, the more strange it became.

I am afraid that the corpse itself also hides secrets.

"Lord Buddha, the coffin has been opened."

About half an hour later, Zhang Rishan came in from the outside.

"That's right, let's go and have a look together."

Several people got up from their seats, walked across the platform, and got on the train.

The inner and outer coffins had been completely pried open, revealing the coffin walls with red and black lines underneath, and two portraits of human figurines, one man and one beast, were painted on the coffin body.

"Things from the Northern and Southern Dynasties."

When everyone saw it, they almost knew it in their hearts.

The corpse was indeed as Zhang Qishan said, lying on the bottom of the coffin, with its head at a very strange angle, looking hideous and terrifying, it should be caused by its throat being smashed.

"See what's in its throat?"

Zhang Qishan glanced at the guard standing behind him.

Immediately, someone stepped forward and slit the corpse's throat with a bayonet.

Sure enough, 37 steel needles were sealed under the throat bone, densely packed, and there was a faint blue color shining on the steel needles, which was highly poisonous at first glance.

Seeing that nothing was found, the guards cut open the body and rummaged through it several times.

Zhang Rishan's eyes were sharp, and he found something covered in black blood from the pile of rotten meat.

"Buddha, look!"

Not only Zhang Qishan, Xu Wish and others also looked forward.

After carefully picking out the thing and washing it with water, everyone found that the thing turned out to be a thimble.

These days when embroidery is used to make shoes, it is very common to wear a ring-like thing on the finger to hold the steel needle and prevent the hand from being hurt.

But the moment they saw the thimble clearly, the expressions of Wu Laogou and Qi Tiezui suddenly became extremely strange.

On the thimble was engraved a rhododendron.

Rhododendrons have a special meaning among the nine gates of old Changsha.

Flowers bloom in January and red in February, and there are no parents when they bloom red in February.

Almost everyone in Nine Gates knows that Rhododendron refers to Eryuehong.

The original spectrum flower of Er Yuehong was originally narcissus, but the narcissus was too eye-catching, and it was changed to rhododendron later.

A ghost car full of dead people, a coffin from the Northern and Southern Dynasties era, and a token of Er Yuehong was found in the corpse. What does this mean?
What's more, the coffin of the whistle is something that has been lost for a long time, and Er Yuehong's family is an old-fashioned sand-scourer in Changsha City, so it is difficult for outsiders to know about many crafts.

"It should have nothing to do with the second master, right? Maybe it's just a coincidence?"

Sweat dripped from Qi Tie's mouth.

Now that this happened, instead of solving the mystery for them, it became more and more strange.

It's just that as soon as the words came out, no one answered.

After all, this explanation is too far-fetched, and there is no way to gain a firm foothold.

"Yes or no, won't it be clear if you ask the second master?"

Zhang Qishan frowned, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly smiled.

Then he turned and looked at the adjutant again.

"Go and invite the second master here, just say that I have something to ask."

February red.

Ranked second in the nine.

Generations in the family are from singing troupe.

He has been learning Huagu Opera from his father since he was a child. Because of his beautiful singing voice and suave appearance, he is also considered a famous actor in the Huagu Opera troupe in Changsha City.

But his family's handicap is not as simple as singing.

Just borrowing the name of the theater troupe, traveling all over the world, what they do at night is to make a living by robbing graves.

The folks in the theater troupe all have a foundation in martial arts and extraordinary skills. It is also a wonder to go under the tomb. They only use a bamboo pole to walk along the wall of the tomb, and their movements are smooth and flowing.

Outsiders can't learn this skill at all.

It's a skill honed since childhood.

When Zhang Rishan found Er Yuehong, he was in a theater by the Xiangjiang River.

This theater building was donated by a broker from the northwest and given to him as a stage.

I don't know when I heard him sing an opera, and I can't forget it all the time. This time when I went to Changsha City, I gave him a theater without making a sound.

But right now Er Yuehong is a little worried.

The entrance of the stage of the theater is towards the west.

This is considered a taboo in the singing industry.

The stage facing west is called Bai and Hutai, and operas cannot be performed before the stage is broken.

But the title deeds have been delivered to the door, and it will start tonight, or it is unlucky.

"Head of the family, it's too late to find someone to break the stage. How about I invite Ba Ye and let him take a look?"

It was the butler who was speaking. He had just asked people to get the costumes ready for the evening performance backstage.

Now walking behind Er Yuehong, looking at the indelible sorrow in the head's brows, she wiped off her sweat and said with an idea.

"Ba Ye is doing the work of distinguishing Yin and Yang and judging the eight characters, can he also take care of this matter?"

Er Yuehong was staring at the Xiangjiang River in the distance in a daze. The water in the river was turbulent, and several boats rowed by from time to time.

On the other side is his pier, and several cargo ships that have docked can be seen.

He just frowned when he heard the housekeeper's words, and said quietly.

"Didn't you invite a few gentlemen here, and they all said there was nothing we could do? Do it urgently. Ba Ye is a capable person, so maybe he can have an idea."

"Forget it, it's almost the end of the year, and Ba Ye must be too busy to touch the ground, so I won't bother him anymore. There should be a way to add more money."

Er Yuehong was still staring at the river in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

The butler responded, not daring to disturb the head of the house, turned around and got ready to do something.

Unexpectedly, after walking a few steps, when I looked up, I saw a straight figure stepping on the stone steps towards the theater building.

"Adjutant Zhang?"

When he saw the man's appearance, the butler subconsciously looked behind him.

It's just that he didn't see the figure of Master Zhang Dafo, he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Where is the second master, I have something urgent to find him."

Zhang Rishan rushed here all the way from the train station in Dongcheng, spending a lot of effort on the way.

"The head of the house is inside."

"Rare guest, Buddha doesn't like to come to Liyuan to listen to operas, why do you want to come today?"

The butler was about to go in and make an announcement when he saw the head of the house coming out of the theater building behind him.

Er Yuehong made a gesture, and upon seeing this, the butler hurriedly stepped aside, bowed to the head of the house, and then walked towards the back of the stage.

"Second Lord, Lord Buddha asked me to invite you to come and ask for help."

Zhang Rishan told the truth and did not hide anything.

When speaking in front of a smart person, any hesitation will make the other party feel defensive.

Hearing this, Er Yuehong just smiled and looked at Adjutant Zhang in front of him.

Neither humble nor overbearing, with pure eyes, nothing else at all.

"Buddha doesn't ask for help easily, what's the matter?"

As soon as Adjutant Zhang heard this, he immediately knew that he couldn't hide it, so he told the whole story of what happened at the train station, "The Buddha said that the second master in Changsha City is an expert in the artifacts of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, so I came here to ask for advice."

"That's all? The nine gates are connected with one another, not to mention that Buddha and I have a good friendship, so we don't need to say half a word, just say it."

Er Yuehong remained calm.

Although he hasn't seen the sarcophagus of the ghost car, he also knows that there is a weirdness in this matter, and it is by no means that simple.

If it weren't for Master Zhang's ability, there would be no need to ask him for help.

Zhang Rishan was in a dilemma for a while, originally he wanted to invite the people over first, and it would be easier to deal with the business with the Buddha and the others.

But it's obviously not that easy right now.

Sighing, he still took out the thimble from his pocket and threw it to Er Yuehong.

Unexpectedly, Er Yuehong didn't pick it up at all, but only glanced at the thimble, her brows furrowed, she stretched out her hand through the long sleeve, flicked her fingers, and the thimble that fell in mid-air was immediately blocked back.

"Go back and tell Buddha, I can't help you with this matter."

"Second master, several masters have seen this thimble. It belongs to the Hong family, but it involves many details. I hope the second master will not hesitate to enlighten me." Zhang Rishan continued to grab the thimble.

"Adjutant Zhang may not be very clear. I haven't touched the utensils in the ground for a long time. I really can't help you with this."

Zhang Rishan had also heard about this.

Although Er Yuehong is young, he has long since stopped going to the tomb in person. He is in the Nine Gates, and his fighting skills can only be used for singing, so he can't help but feel a pity.

It's just that seeing Er Yuehong's resolute rejection, Zhang Rishan couldn't say anything more, and put down the thimble in his hand, "This thing belongs to the Hong family, so it can be regarded as returning to the original owner. If the second master changes his mind..."

"No, go back and say hello to the Buddha for me, and tell him that this matter is dangerous, and you must not act rashly."

"Okay, that's all for now, butler, see off the guests!"

Having said so much, Zhang Rishan could only salute and say goodbye, then turned around and walked out of the theater building.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared from sight that Er Yuehong looked away and landed on the thimble.

A strange light flashed in the depths of his eyes, his face was also slightly pale, and the hand hidden in the sleeve was held tightly.

After taking a few deep breaths, Er Yuehong frowned, as if she had made a decision to invite the housekeeper behind her.

"Here you are in charge. No matter what, get things done for me before going on stage tonight. I have to go back beforehand."

"Yes, head of the house."

The butler nodded and answered.

Putting away the thimble, Er Yuehong didn't explain much. After saying a word, she turned around and went downstairs, and got in a rickshaw all the way back to the mansion.

He went into the study again.

Everyone in the Hong family knew that this place was his forbidden area, and even the cleaning was done by him himself.

After lighting the lamp, Er Yuehong walked to the bookshelf, stretched out her hand and pressed down on one of them lightly.Suddenly, the bookshelves against the wall slowly parted, revealing a door, and he walked straight in.

There were no other items in the secret room, and it was full of boxes and ancient books.

Walk to a box and gently open it.

Suddenly, thousands of thimbles appeared in front of them.

Er Yuehong took out the one left by Adjutant Zhang, and carefully compared it with the thimble hidden in the box.

From style to pattern, from material to age.

Even the patterns on the thimbles are all exactly the same.

This thimble looks ordinary, but it actually has a lot of background.

Since the establishment of Hongjia, there have been a total of 27 pieces, and the patterns carved on the top of each piece are different.

This thousand-hanging box is made of soft oil for the base, and each Hong family will take one from it when they leave the teacher, and then leave marks on the mud bottom.

Even if it died outside, the thimble would eventually return to its original place.

This kind of thimble is extremely special, and outsiders cannot imitate it at all.

In other words, each thimble actually represents a member of the Hong family.

This is also why Wu Laogou and Qi Tiezui reacted so strangely when the thimble was found in the corpse in the sarcophagus.

Er Yuehong glanced at the box.

Except for the one on him now, there are still a few spaces left.

The Hong family has passed down the unique knowledge. Since modern times, there have been very few people who have died in the tomb. Even if there are dead, the thimble can be retrieved in the end.

The only time was decades ago.

Several elders of the Hong family went into the deep forest of Laolongling near western Hunan, but never came out again.

Looking at it now, Er Yuehong believes that [-]% of the thimble may be left behind by them.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing.

His eyes fell on his left middle finger, where he also wore a thimble.

But engraved on the top is a daffodil.

Under the light of the oil lamp, there was a metallic luster.

After looking at it for a while, Er Yuehong turned around and walked towards the deepest corner of the secret room.

There was a model piled up of straw stalks.

It was built by his father himself, and every time he came back from Laolongling, his father would add some to the model.

Er Yuehong asked several times, but his father always kept silent.

And when he came back from Laolongling for the last time, his father went into the secret room alone and burned all the materials about the ancient tomb.

Only this model remains.

and a word.

Since him, the descendants of the Hong family are not allowed to set foot in Laolongling.

He knew that his father must have discovered something at the end, but unfortunately, he did not know this secret until his deathbed.

This is why, when Adjutant Zhang threw him the thimble before, he directly rejected it.

In fact, he had already recognized the origin of the thimble.

It's just that if you don't want to talk about that period of the past, you will stop talking about going to the tomb to explore the fight.

But he knew that with Master Zhang's ability, sooner or later he would find some traces among those clues.

The old Jiumen were brothers and sisters, he didn't want to see a few people killed or injured, so he made another cryptic mention before Adjutant Zhang left.

As for whether Zhang Qishan would listen to his advice, Er Yuehong couldn't say for sure.

However, based on his knowledge of the Buddha, he will definitely investigate the ghost car sarcophagus to the end.

Thinking of this, Er Yuehong couldn't help but struggle in his clear eyes, but after a long silence, he still left the secret room with the oil lamp.

"Second master didn't agree?"

In the train station, several people finally hoped for Adjutant Zhang who had gone and returned, but the news they brought back was not satisfactory.

Zhang Qishan frowned.

It seemed that he still wanted to say something, but he hesitated for a while, and finally gave up the idea of ​​inviting someone in person.

He knew that although Er Yuehong came from a theater troupe, she seemed to have a weak personality, but she was actually stronger than anyone else. Once she made a decision, it was difficult to go back. Even if he went there in person, the final result would not change.

(End of this chapter)