Tomb Raider Gu Tomb Miscellaneous Notes

"Who?!" I jumped up subconsciously, clenched my fists, a chill burst out from the depths of my heart and lungs, and my legs trembled uncontrollably, "Who...is it fake?"

The incense burner frowned slightly as if thinking, then turned around and ignored me.

He was more interested in those tombstones than in me.

And what he said made me confused and uneasy.

What does "fake" mean?

Along the way, I stayed with Zhang Rui and the others, and we didn't see anything unusual. Now that the incense burner says that one of them is a fake, what does "fake" mean?

Some scary thoughts came to my mind. I thought of many stories in "Liao Zhai". Although they were usually just jokes for entertainment and stimulating nerves, they are strangely real now lingering in my mind.

I'm a man, but I can't help sweating from fright.

Although the meaning of the incense burner cannot be determined, one thing is certain.

There is "something" lurking among us.

Zhang Rui, white coat, turf head... which one is "fake"?

These three people met me by chance, and I didn't even know their identities. There were only a few words before, which were not enough for me to judge any flaws.

It can only be said that no matter which one of the three of them has a problem, it is impossible for me to see it.But I stayed with them for so long, and I can't help being afraid in retrospect.

I touched my forehead, which was full of sweat.After walking a few steps back and forth, I couldn't help but smile wryly.

In fact, the incense burner may have lied to me, so why should I doubt Zhang Rui and the others just because of his words.If this is a typical "difference scheme" in "The Art of War", in the current environment, people are easy to waver, and the incense burner only needs an understatement to make us doubt each other, which is very scary.

There is a saying that there are no ghosts and ghosts in this world, if there are, they are also "ghosts" born in people's hearts.

I tried to calm myself down, and tried to observe any suspicious behavior of the incense burner.Unfortunately, I soon realized that I had no talent for being a detective, and my mind was like a ball of yarn with countless knots.

If observation fails, why can't I ask directly?

"Then who are you?" I said coldly, "You said there was something wrong with the three of them, but why should I believe your words?"

The incense burner turned towards me, but I soon realized that he was not looking at me, but behind me.With one hand, I turned on the lamp to shine behind me, and with the other, I pressed against the brick wall.

His fingers are very slender, but the joints are very broad and flat, and the little finger is particularly strangely long.

The average person's little finger reaches at most the top knuckle of the ring finger, but his little finger is abnormally long, almost flush with the ring finger, with a little curvature inward, which feels like the curvature of the blade of a Japanese sword, with an inexplicable sense of sharpness.The color of the nails is also very dark.

Such hands remind me of some people in Yunnan who study different arts.There are many mysterious cultures in Yunnan. There is a tribe of people who believe in supernatural powers. It is said that there is a secret skill, and the hands of the practitioner will become different from ordinary people.

Ordinary people's little fingers are generally unable to use force, but the hands of the incense burner are so long that the extension arc of the little finger is much larger than that of ordinary people, and it is easy to exert force.And I quickly saw that his little finger almost crossed half of the tomb brick, stretched out to the brick surface next to it, and then buckled in.

A stone brick was just pressed in by him.

You must know that although it is a mechanism, the weight of a brick is real. If I press that stone brick instead, it is estimated that I will have to push it in with both hands to move it.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud booming sound behind me, and when I looked back, there was actually a coffin behind me!

From entering this tomb to now, my attention has been on the incense burner, so that I have not noticed that this tomb is a coffin chamber, not only there are coffins, but also many funerary objects.When the incense burner was walking towards me, I followed the light of the flashlight he swept over and saw many utensils piled on the ground. The ground and the utensils were covered with thick plaster, which changed color. I couldn’t see it. Find out whether those are porcelain or gold and jade.

These utensils are worthless to the tomb robbers, because almost all of them are broken, broken, and a piece of wreckage.

Naturally, I subconsciously stayed away from the coffin, burned the incense burner in front of the coffin, and put the flashlight on the coffin board.

He was very calm, so calm that it hurts me.

Although I don't believe in evil, I am still afraid of what if there is something unclean in the coffin?

I only dare to watch from a distance.

It was a wooden coffin, the surface was severely corroded, and it was covered with scars.Judging from the pattern and style, it doesn’t look like the owner of the tomb. I think the tomb is so concealed, and there is a tomb sacrificial building on the sealing soil. The owner of the tomb should have a lot of background, so his coffin should be more gorgeous.

I can't tell the difference between Tang coffin, Song coffin, Ming coffin, etc. I only know that the specifications of the coffin and the coffining ceremony are slightly different. It can be seen that this coffin seems to be a bit larger than the size of ordinary coffins. There are two ever-burning lamps at the head of the coffin, and a pair of jade slips are placed horizontally at the end of the coffin.

These are not the important point, the important point is that the incense burner is holding the two corners of the end of the coffin with both hands, planning to move the coffin.

I think he seems to be able to complete this huge project by himself, so I simply ignore him. I am interested in the jade slips lying on the ground, which may contain the life of the coffin owner.

The incense burner suddenly turned around and looked at me: "Come here and help me."

I clicked my tongue, thinking that you can't handle it by yourself.

The work of moving the coffin is a test of psychological quality. During the process of moving, I kept my eyes on the coffin lid, for fear that it would suddenly turn over and a bone head would pop out.

Of course everything was peaceful, we worked together to move the coffin to the side. Unexpectedly, there was a hole under the wooden coffin. At first glance, we couldn’t see the bottom. We didn’t know how deep it was. The diameter could only fit one person. PS: Fat people can't do it.

There is a mechanism on the edge of the hole. The sound just now is that the stone slab covering it is embedded in the stone brick next to it, exposing such a hole.

I saw that the incense burner was about to dive in, so I quickly grabbed him, swallowed and said, "I don't know how deep it is, so you just jumped down like this?"

"I've been here before." The incense burner was about to plunge into the hole again, and I pulled him back: "Wait!"

I didn't even think about what to say later, and the voice behind was swallowed by another voice.

There was a crisp "clack" sound in the tomb, and it turned into a "gurgle" sound after a few clicks, and then the two sounds sounded together.

I hung up in my throat, didn't dare to look around, and didn't want to see the pale face of the incense burner, just stared at the darkness without focus, and muttered in my mouth: "It's over, it's over, I have a premonition that something will happen! "

Those voices came from the coffin!

One is the sound of the coffin lid being pushed up violently, and the other is the sound of heavy breathing, mother, there is probably a zongzi in the coffin, it is about to come out!

"Stay here and don't move."

The incense burner walked past me calmly, and then I heard a "boom" and turned my head to see that he actually jumped on top of the coffin, squatted halfway, and looked down at the coffin at his feet.

The weight of his whole body was pressed against the coffin lid, and finally there was no movement below.

"Come out if you have the ability." The incense burner faced the coffin and said to himself.

I wondered, it stands to reason that these rotten wood should not be able to bear the weight of a person, and the coffin should collapse once the incense burner jumped on it.It seems that this is not a wooden coffin, and the wood used may have been mixed with other components, such as a three-fold clay coffin.

As soon as I thought of this, the lid of the coffin broke open with a "click", and a blue-purple hand came out of the coffin. It was intended to grab the neck of the incense burner squatting on it, but the incense burner shook slightly. When he caught it right, the hand was caught by him, and then with a "click", it was twisted off from the middle part.

It didn't take more than a second to come and go, and I just blinked, and saw the half of the unscrewed arm thrown by the incense burner on the ground.

I was so scared that my legs were weak and I couldn't move an inch. I glanced at the ground, but it didn't look like a hand, because it was not in the shape of a human arm.Its forelimbs are very thin and long, and its palms are also very large. There are only four fingers, and they are webbed like goose feet.

Whose hands can grow like this?Moreover, being able to break through the coffin lid which is as thick as three inches, I feel that the person lying in that coffin is not human at all! (I was really terrified at the time, and my thoughts were so confused. Of course, the person lying in the coffin could not be a human being.)

"What, what is this?!"

"Gaotie." Cenxiang Lu said, "This is a funeral pit, and all the coffins are filled with this kind of monster."

I was taken aback, not fully understanding what he meant.The incense burner either didn't speak, and when he opened his mouth, his words were astonishing, and what he said didn't sound like a human being.

"Glutton" I know. Although the "Shan Hai Jing" describes this kind of monster as cruel and greedy, it has a sacrificial meaning. Many ancient tripods used to exorcise ghosts and demons are often engraved with gluttony patterns, and some unearthed cultural relics also have this Kind of funeral objects.

According to legend, Taotie should be a mythical beast, and it is only a legendary thing.

I keep my eyes on the coffin, it's alive...

"It is a 'salamander' when it is alive, and it will become a 'corpse puppet' after being fed with corpse water for a hundred years. It is greedy, so it is called a 'glutton'." The incense burner finally suppressed his voice, and a faint disgust flashed in his eyes .

At this time, the sound of heavy breathing and rattling and rattling sounded again from inside the coffin.

A mass of something that looked like a "head" floated up from the big hole that was broken in the coffin lid just now, and it wanted to squeeze out of the big hole.Censer pressed the thing with his palm, and pulled out a jet black short knife from his waist.

The knife plunged deeply into the black mass until it reached the end.

It was a stone knife with a pitch-black blade, cloudy and green.It looks like it is polished from biotite, to ward off evil spirits.

The strange voice stopped.

The incense burner jumped out of the coffin and came to me in a few steps: "This thing can't be killed, it will wake up in a while, go!"

I was pushed down the hole by him first, and then he jumped down too.

The cave is like a spiraling tunnel with smooth walls and a steep slope.We slid all the way down, and I only felt that the skin on my back was about to be worn off, and it was burning and painful.

I couldn't see anything in the dark, like a blind man, I just felt my body suddenly hang in the air, and I fell down.

There was a "plop", as if I fell into a pond, and my butt hit the hard ground. The pain was transmitted from the tailbone to the central nervous system of my brain. The pain made my chest tight and I couldn't make a sound.

I looked at it, and it fell into a narrow groove. The water was very shallow, and a little sand was deposited, which made Lao Tzu's buttocks especially painful.Behind me, the incense burner also fell.

He was on the ground with both feet, bowed like a curled up cat, and stabilized with only a little support with his hands.