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Chapter 6 Ghosts of Han Tombs (Part 2)

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    For a century-old tree, the roots have long been intertwined and extended.  When it was dug out, it was as big as a millstone.  The trunk of a hundred-year-old tree is already hollow, and most likely it will not live long.  But I don't know what Lao Zhao asked the village party secretary to dig out the roots of the tree.

    Just when I was wondering, the middle-aged men who dug out the roots of the tree were amazed and looked down around the pothole.  Curiously, I parted from the crowd and got together.  I saw two dark coffins lying under the huge pothole.  The two coffins were entangled with the remaining tree roots, and the roots even stretched into the coffin along the gaps in the coffins.

    I was amazed at the sidelines. Although I know that there are many ancient tombs in Anhui, especially many Han tombs, I have never seen one.  Moreover, the ancient coffin was buried under a century-old locust tree, which is too bizarre.

    At this time, Lao Zhao rushed over, took the shovel handed over by others, jumped into the hole, inserted the shovel into the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin body, and pried it hard, and the coffin was easily pried open  .  I looked inside and saw that the coffin was empty.  Lao Zhao followed the same pattern and pried open the other coffin, which was also empty.

    Although there are no corpses in the two coffins, there are some funeral objects such as jewelry and pottery.  The strangest thing is that there is a big double happiness lettering on the inside of the coffin.

    "Could it be that this is a couple married in the dark?" said an old man in the crowd.  I pricked up my ears and listened carefully, and I heard the old man say that after some young men and women are engaged, if they both die before they get married, the family will arrange ghost marriages for the deceased young men and women.  The old people think that if they don't get married for them, their ghosts will play tricks and make the house uneasy.  Therefore, a yin marriage ceremony must be held for them, and finally they will be buried together in the name of husband and wife.

    After hearing this, I didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a folk superstition, and it was nothing more than seeking comfort for the family members of the deceased.

    Unexpectedly, the people of the Han Dynasty liked to be buried under the locust tree.  But the corpse can come out of the coffin by itself and climb into the locust tree, which is really incredible.

    Lao Zhao looked in the pothole for a long time, then looked at the two ancient corpses, and took photos.  I looked at him, thinking that other people's attention was on the dead Song Jin, why was he staring at the two ancient corpses?

    Old Zhao seemed to notice my gaze and raised his eyes to look over.  I shrank my neck, thinking that I would have to be taught another lesson.

    However, Lao Zhao ignored me and called the forensic doctor beside me.  The point is, he called the forensic doctor not to examine the body of the dead Song Jin, but the two ancient corpses!

    I felt that Lao Zhao's behavior was getting more and more weird, so I went over to listen to the conversation between him and the forensic doctor.  The forensic doctor squatted down, looked at the two ancient corpses over and over for a while, then took off the clothes of the ancient corpses to examine, and finally said: "These are two male corpses."

    "Are you sure?" Old Zhao's voice was full of surprise.

    The forensic doctor nodded and said: "I don't know what method has been used to preserve these two corpses. If no one cut down the big tree, then they should still maintain their appearance before they were alive. It may be that they were carried out of the closed environment now, and the corpses began to rot.  but not so rotten that you can't tell the difference between male and female."

    I was amused when I heard it.  Could it be that the ancients also engaged in homosexuality, wouldn't this pair be good homosexual friends?  But there was one who was willing to be buried in women's clothes. It seems that the history of pseudonyms has a long history.  This is true love!

    After searching for a long time to no avail, Lao Zhao noticed me and asked me to follow other colleagues back to the Municipal Bureau.  But I saw that he had no intention of leaving, so I turned around and stayed, wanting to see what Lao Zhao was going to do.  Since that night in Fengshan Village, I have been full of doubts about Lao Zhao's identity. I always feel that there are many mysteries behind him.

    Seeing that the police have all withdrawn, the villagers also dispersed.  The village was still cordoned off, but Song Jin's body was transported back to the city bureau for examination.  The two ancient corpses were placed aside and covered with a white cloth. It is said that the city's archaeological institution was notified to take them away.  I wandered around the old locust tree for a while, but Lao Zhao still didn't show up.

    After waiting for a long time, I felt that it was boring, so I found a place to sit down, took out the leftover bread from the morning and took a few bites.  Among the flowers and trees, under the big locust tree, only an old man sent by the village party secretary to guard the ancient corpse sat and waited.

    I checked the time on my phone, it was eleven o'clock.  Smoke billowed from behind the houses, and most people went home for lunch.  The old man guarding the ancient corpse sighed repeatedly, probably because he was hungry.

    At this moment, I heard footsteps, and Lao Zhao appeared.

    I got refreshed and looked around for a week. I saw a haystack next to me, so I quickly hid behind it.  From a distance, I heard Lao Zhao say: "Brother, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

    The old guard replied: "That's right, why didn't Officer Zhao follow along?"go back?  "

    Lao Zhao said: "I still have something to do. I'm tired after watching for a long time. Let's go back to eat now. I'll take your place."

    The old man was probably hungry, so he thanked him and left.

    I listened for a while, and no one spoke, so I poked my head out quietly to see what the hell Old Zhao was up to.

    Old Zhao didn't notice my existence, but looked at the two coffins in the pit in a daze.  Next, he lifted the mysterious box at his feet, opened it, took out a bottle of red liquid, and took out a lighter.

    Lao Zhao's actions made me more and more puzzled.  So I held my breath and watched his every movement carefully.  Old Zhao twisted open the bottle containing the red liquid and poured the red liquid onto the two coffins in the pit.  A faint smell of gasoline diffused.  I sniffed the smell in the air, and wondered if the red liquid was gasoline mixed with other materials?

    At this time, when Lao Zhao was about to throw the lighter in his hand, his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.  After thinking for a while, Lao Zhao put the lighter in his pocket, took out a box of matches from the box, lit one, and threw it to the coffin.

    I was startled, and thought that although the coffin was empty, although the funeral objects were escorted away by colleagues, they wouldn't be burned, right?  While I was in a daze, flames a few feet high shot up from the pit.  Unexpectedly, the coffin poured with gasoline burned at an astonishing speed, and the flames went out after a while, and it seemed that the coffin was completely burned.

    I thought that Lao Zhao would just leave, but he suddenly took out the silver revolver from the box, and aimed two shots at the two ancient corpses.  Seeing this, I really couldn't help it.  Is this old Zhao here to handle the case, or to destroy cultural relics?

    Immediately, I jumped out from behind the haystack, walked up to Lao Zhao in a few steps, and asked bluntly, "Master, what are you doing?"

    Old Zhao didn't expect me to be hiding nearby and was taken aback.  But he quickly calmed down and said, "Why are you still here?"

    I snorted coldly: "Master, where did you get this pistol?"

    My eyes fell on the revolver, and I saw that the pistol was shining silver, as if it was made of silver.  Old Zhao locked the pistol into the box and said, "It's just a collection."

    "Master, you still lie to me, and there are still bullets in the collection?! Where did this bullet come from?!" I asked.

    ?Old Zhao looked at me unpredictablely, which made me feel a little terrified, thinking that if there is something wrong with this old Zhao, will he kill me?

    Unexpectedly, Lao Zhao just sighed, stretched out a hand, and said, "Look at this first."

    I looked down and saw a few strands of very thin silk thread on Old Zhao's hand.  It's silk thread, but it doesn't look like it. It's more like a woman's long hair, but it's stronger than hair.

    "What is this?" I asked suspiciously.

    "Ancient qin strings. To be precise, these are the strings of a long-extinct ancient qin." Lao Zhao said: "This is the string of lacquer."

    "Qi Se?" I frowned.  I don't know anything about guqin, and the term is even more unfamiliar to me.

    "But what does that have to do with our case?" I asked.

    "Do you still remember the strangle marks on your neck?" Old Zhao asked.

    His words reminded me of being strangled that night.  I shrank my neck involuntarily, and said in disbelief, "Could this be the murder weapon?"

    "It's not these few, but it's the same thing." Old Zhao said, "I found this in the ancient coffin just now."

    "Qi se is a musical instrument, right? What about the musical instrument? Why are there only strings left?" I asked.

    "After thousands of years, the lacquer has become rotten." Lao Zhao said: "The other parts have been reduced to fly ash, but these few strings have remained, probably because of special anti-corrosion treatment."

    "But last time we found the strings in Fengshan Village, but here is Songjia Village. The two places are completely different. How could there be strings?" When Lao Zhao said this, I felt even more confused.

    Old Zhao sighed, and said, "These two cases may be somehow connected. It's useless to think too much, let's go back first."

    Having said that, Lao Zhao actually walked towards the entrance of the village.  I was stunned for a while before I came back to my senses: Didn't you tell me why the coffin was burned?  !

    I hurried to catch up.  Now my mind is full of question marks, but I don't know where to start.  Thinking of Lao Zhao burning the coffin, I asked Lao Zhao if he thought there was something wrong with the coffin.

    Lao Zhao still had an expressionless poker face, but when he saw me asking endlessly, he simply explained in a few words.  Old Zhao said that the coffin was called a mandarin duck yin-yang coffin, not a yin-yang marriage.  This is a kind of guardian coffin and burial coffin in ancient times. There must be a large ancient tomb under this coffin.  But it is not our duty to study ancient tombs, so let's leave it to the archaeologists.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)?The sacrificial coffin, there must be a large ancient tomb under this coffin.  But it is not our duty to study ancient tombs, so let's leave it to the archaeologists.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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