People check in and punch cards in tomb robbery

Chapter 217
"Someone."

Because it is in a deep underground pit, and the surrounding area has been dug in all directions by miners of past generations, the sound of footsteps did not sound loud at first, but when it passed through the mine, it sounded like thousands of troops and horses rolling past.

It's just that along the way, they found that the mine had already been abandoned.

The traces of the last mining start also showed that it was at least a month ago.

So how could there be someone's footsteps?
Several people looked at each other, and they all saw the strangeness from their expressions.

"Buddha, will there be any Japanese trapped here?" Zhang Rishan glanced at several people and lowered his voice.

As soon as he said these words, the atmosphere suddenly became dignified, as if full of the smell of gunpowder smoke.

If this is the case, doesn't that mean that the clue that was cut off just now has hope again?
"Even if you are not Japanese, you must know what happened here before."

Zhang Qishan raised his eyebrows, his eyes were filled with coldness, and he looked extremely stern.

Zhang Rishan rubbed his hands together, "Buddha, let's arrest him, just ask."

"Catch it, you must die alive." Zhang Qishan waved his hand.

Wishing felt that Zhang Qishan should be particularly fond of waving.

The mine tunnels here are like cobwebs, scattered all over the place, and extremely complicated. If there is no acquaintance to lead the way, unless hundreds of people are used to fill it in, push forward a little bit.

Moreover, one must know that in this valley, there are dozens of virtual tombs just under the Promise Pagoda.

The difficulty is so high that it is tantamount to filling the sea with a stone.

But the sudden sound of footsteps coming from the mine above his head is like a bright light lit in the darkness.

The voice fell.

Several people stooped into the mine tunnel.

The mine tunnel is extremely steep, showing a [-]-degree corner, but fortunately, a small slope is dug every few steps for a foothold.

Along the way, you can occasionally see iron fibers driven into the stone, and ropes used by miners to climb upwards.

It's just that after too long, the rope has already weathered, and it will become countless broken flocks with a slight touch.

Fortunately, the group of people are all veterans who are used to going to the grave.

This distance is not difficult for them at all.

Especially Zhang Rishan, who opened the way, climbed very fast. After just over ten steps, he bypassed a turning wellhead, and a bright light appeared above it.

The space in front is also much wider. Looking out from the mouth of the well, it can be seen that it is a crack in the mine.

Under the mountains on both sides, many wooden piles were built to support them to prevent accidents such as the collapse of the mountains.

After drilling out of the wellhead, several people subconsciously slowed down.

Looking around again, I realized that the crack was on a cliff, about as high as a three or four-story building.

Underneath is a dry river bed, and you can see countless shacks, spreading along both sides of the river bed in all directions.

Those shacks are extremely simple, and should be used for the miners mining in the mountains to rest on weekdays.

Standing in the middle of the crack, you can still see the smoke rising from the Miao village in the far distance, and the crisp sound of hammers coming from the bottom of the mountain.

That's the direction they came from.

Most of the people living in the ancient post are miners from the nearby mines, and it is normal to open mines at this point.

When several people were looking around, Wu Laogou suddenly frowned, his face became extremely solemn, and he reached out his hand to make a silent gesture.

"Wait, the footsteps seem to have disappeared."

what?
Hearing his words, the few people who were still observing the surroundings and discussing in low voices all reacted in an instant.

I was busy on my way before, but I didn't notice that the sound of footsteps disappeared without a trace.

"Could it be that person found us?"

Qi Tiezui gestured and opened his mouth to say something.

Although he didn't make any sound, several people still understood his meaning accurately from his mouth movements.

Zhang Qishan frowned: "It's not impossible to walk in the mine. It's too easy to cause echoes. It should be that when they came up just now, the footsteps came up and were heard by that person."

"Go down and see if you can find other clues."

Several people were inexplicably agitated, and finally had some hope, but now that guy disappeared under their noses.

Jump from the crevasse to the river bed.

As soon as I went there, Wishing smelled a strong death breath, looked back at the few people, and said in a low voice: "It's not right, be careful, there may be a lot of dead people here."

dead?

Hearing his words, several people also took out their weapons one after another, and Zhang Rishan even pulled out his pistol with a snap, staring fixedly at his surroundings.

Walking forward cautiously, in those abandoned shacks, you can still see daily necessities such as beds, pots and pans, but they have already been covered with a thick layer of silk screen.

"Same as the one on the ghost car."

Seeing the silk web, the whole group was shocked. They now understand that this thing is definitely not a web formed by the silk of ordinary spiders, but a special kind of poisonous moth in the mine.

Wishing to look around, he took a bamboo pole from the side, and pushed aside the silk screens on the ground.

Immediately, corpses appeared one after another.

It was still the same as the ones seen on the train, all of them were facing the ground, lying on the bed and the ground beside the stove.

The corpses were completely decomposed, showing a strange shriveled appearance.

This section of the riverbed is extremely long, and looking up, almost all the shacks are full of corpses.

Moreover, the dead islanders can be clearly seen among the corpses, and the subtleties of their clothes can be clearly seen.

Those who died here, at least two or three hundred people went up.

"Dead for at least a month."

Throwing away the bamboo pole in his hand, he turned around and said to several people while making a wish.

Right now, it is the winter season of the twelfth lunar month, and it will definitely take a long time for the corpse to rot to this extent.

Zhang Qishan silently swept around the corpses on the ground, his brows were tightly frowned, and there was a look of incomprehension in his eyes.

"I haven't figured out a question until now, why are all the corpses dying with their backs facing each other, as if something is oppressing them?"

Several people around have already thought of this situation.

Qi Tiezui looked carefully, pointed to some of the corpses and said, "Lord Buddha, I wonder if you have a feeling. These corpses seem to be lying on their stomachs like this before they died."

As soon as he said this, Wu Laogou and the others were all surprised, and then squatted down to observe the traces of the corpse on the ground.

"Who is there?"

Just as they were seriously discussing, Wishing suddenly frowned, looked into the depths of the shack, and let out a cold drink.

"What's the matter, brother?"

Zhang Qishan and the others were all awakened, subconsciously looked up at him.

"The movement there should be the person we heard footsteps before."

Wishing with a cold expression on his face, he didn't turn his head, still staring at that place.

"I'll count to three, if you don't come out again, don't blame me for doing it."

"one."

As soon as the first count was made, several people were surprised to see that the shack shook a few times, and then an old man who looked to be around 50 or [-] years old, with his head lowered, came out from behind with a look of horror and died.

"Everyone, don't kill me, I have no other malicious intentions."

(End of this chapter)