Daomu Biji

Chapter 8 The Mystery of the Photo

At this time, the fat man pinched me and asked me to look at the Menyou bottle.

I turned around and saw that Menyou Ping was still silent and touching the books carefully, but looking at his expression, he seemed to be a little confused.

"Did you remember something?" I asked him with my heart moving.

He ignored me and just opened his mouth, then stopped talking and frowned even more tightly.

I thought to myself: Is there a way? I didn't dare to disturb him loudly, so I just watched quietly from behind. I saw him tilting his head, walking around the room, and suddenly said: "It doesn't seem right."

"What's wrong?" Fatty asked curiously.

He pinched his eyebrows and seemed to use all his energy to remember: "No, this room just doesn't feel right to me."

"Isn't this your room?"

He shook his head, and suddenly, his eyes focused on the bed. He immediately squatted down and looked under the bed.

I also lay down, and it was pitch dark under the bed. When Mengyoubo turned around, the fat man immediately handed him the lighter very wisely. He started fighting and reached under the bed.

There was nothing down there, just lots of spider webs. But he didn't give up and crawled inside, and started to "touch" in the cracks of the wooden floor. Suddenly, he hooked his fingers and grabbed a piece of floorboard and pulled it up. . Menyoupin's strength was astonishing, and he heard a terrifying breaking sound, and a piece of the entire wooden floor was torn off by him. He threw away the broken part and continued to break it off. His movements were crazy.

The fat man and I were both confused. We didn't know what to do for a moment. The fat man shouted: "Brother, even if it's wrong, you don't have to demolish the house."

But it was useless. When we reacted, the stuffy oil bottle had already made a big hole on the floor under the bed. Only then did I suddenly realize something. I saw him reaching into the hole and pulling out a big hole. The black iron box came and I dragged it out hard.

Damn, that’s it! I got excited and crawled over. I saw that there was a compartment under the wooden floor, which was obviously a carefully designed hidden compartment.

It seems that we have found the key, I said to myself, and immediately helped Menyoupin grab the box and pull it out with force. This box was extremely heavy. Just pulling it out like this made me drenched in sweat. The fat man helped us lift the box and put it on the bed.

"Holy shit, what is this?" said the fat man, "It's so heavy, is it my little brother's private money?"

"How is that possible?" I said, blowing off the dust and looking at it carefully.

This is a black iron box. It is quite large, 1×0.5 in length and width. It looks like it can fit a person in. It is covered with rusty patterns and seems to be quite old. "It looks like something from the previous owner's house. It may be an antique." I saw the old-fashioned twist lock on it. This box may have been from the Republic of China. It was probably used by wealthy families to store clothes or in theaters. A box for costumes.

Menyouping climbed out panting, and we looked at him: "What's going on?"

He didn't answer, his eyes were confused, and he was a little confused.

It seems that he only remembered some fragments, but the fact that he can remember this means that he hid the box himself, and it seems that there is something quite important in it. There may be clues to his background. We are all very excited. I said to the fat man: "Open it quickly and take a look."

The fat man immediately went to turn the lock on the box. Unexpectedly, before he could do anything, Mengyoupin held down the box surface with one hand.

shouted: "Don't open it!"

We were startled by him, and saw that his face was pale and he 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 did you remember? You remembered that you couldn't open this box?"

Menyouping nodded: "I don't know, I just have a very bad feeling. If I open this box, something will happen."

Looking at his face, I found that he was breaking out in a cold sweat, and I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on my back. He was so nervous. What on earth is in this box? Is it a bomb? The fat man immediately took back the hand that turned the lock.

The fat man said: "Damn it, little brother, don't scare me. What on earth did you remember?"

Menyouping pinched his forehead, feeling a little painful: "I can't describe this feeling."

The fat man clicked his tongue: "Is it possible that this box is not opened in an ordinary way, but has a mechanism inside? If we open it like this, a poisonous needle may be ejected, or venom may flow out?"

I thought it was very possible that Menyou Ping knew the mechanism very well. This iron box belonged to him and seemed to contain something very important. It was probably a mechanism set up. I didn’t know the trick. Opening it would have a big impact. Danger.

This is really troublesome. I'm really itching, but in this case, I can't grit my teeth and say I'll try my best to drive it. At this time, I had an idea: If the fat man had moved faster just now, we might not have this kind of trouble. But when I thought about it, if the fat man had moved faster just now, we might not have any trouble in this life.

I asked the fat man to carefully help put the iron box on the table and look carefully at its lock. This old-fashioned twist lock is actually not a lock, but an ordinary hasp. It can be opened with just a slight push. At our level, we can't tell whether there is any problem behind this twist lock. .

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

"It seems that the only way is to take this thing back first, ask a few experts to take a look at it, and then look elsewhere here to see if there is anything worth noting." I said. Looking around, there is only this way now.

The fat man knocked on the iron sheet: "Damn it, when will we be able to open this thing? It may take half a year. Or we can just go and ask Agui to bring a knife and pry it in from the iron sheet."

Before I could shake my head, Menyoupin had already shaken his head. He said, "No, it's probably not a problem with the mechanism." As he said that, he used his long fingers to hold down the twist lock and flipped it slightly. "There's no problem with the mechanism." It feels great and there is no problem with the lock.”

"It's not a mechanism, so why can't it be opened?"

Menyouping shook his head. I pondered: "Is there something wrong with the contents of this box?"

"What can there be in this? Could it be that there is a venomous snake in it? After being locked up for so many years, it has become a snake." The fat man became a little impatient and said, "Otherwise, you all retreat, Fatty, I will do it, I Life is tough, I don’t believe I can be killed by a box.”

"Absolutely not. Not to mention it's a living thing, there may be something highly poisonous inside. Once you open it, not only will it implicate us, but everyone in the village may be implicated as well," I said.

The fat man cursed and sat down on the bed: "This won't work, and that won't work either. Then send it to the steel mill to be melted. Let's just pretend it didn't happen."

I think the atmosphere is a bit funny and a bit weird. We came all the way here and found Menyou Piao's house and found important clues. However, because Menyou Piao seemed to be missing, We didn't even dare to open the box where the clue was kept, which was really depressing. However, it is really not worth taking the risk on this link.

I patted the fat man and asked him to calm down and knock on the floor again to see if there was still a mezzanine below. Judging from the way the oil bottle broke off the floor, a whole wooden board was used to nail the mezzanine, indicating that he was not going to take out the box in a short time. This method of hiding the mezzanine was a huge project, and there might be more than one.

So we started knocking here and there, but the house was on an elevated position, and no matter how we knocked, we felt like there was something underneath the wooden floor.

The floor of the stilt wooden building was not industrial paving, but simply made of long wooden strips. The gaps between the wooden planks were large, so the fat man lay on the ground and looked down with his eyes. The lower part is usually used for raising chickens, and you can see the muddy ground.

The fat man was really not afraid of getting dirty. He looked over bit by bit and was covered in mud, but to no avail. It seemed that there was only one hidden compartment.

We searched three times, checking every place inside and outside. When we were sure, the fat man patted his clothes and said, "Okay, I can't find what I'm looking for, and I can't open what I need to open. Let's pack up and evacuate first." Well, lest Agui and the others become suspicious. It won’t take so long to take photos of a dilapidated house.”

I thought so and went to move the box, but the fat man stopped me and said, "This thing can't see the light. Move it out now. Agui saw us coming out empty-handed. I'm afraid it's hard to explain when we move such a big thing back. If the matter spreads out, , maybe it will reach the ears of Chen Pi Asi. I think we should put the box back to its original place and find another night to move it out before leaving."

The fat man was thoughtful and I nodded, so the fat man crawled under the bed, pushed the box into the hole again, and then put the wooden boards hastily over it to cover the hole.

Then I packed up the photo files and put them in my bag, ready to go back and take a closer look. As I was packing them away, I suddenly heard another knock on the floor.

I said to the fat man: "Stop knocking. Didn't you say you were leaving?"

The fat man was smoking on the side and raised his hands to show that he didn't knock. I looked at the oil bottle again and saw that he was arranging the boxes as neatly as the books. Apparently he heard the sound of knocking on the floor and looked at us.

Huh? I was stunned for a moment, who was knocking on the floor?

We calmed down and listened carefully, and found that the sound came from under the bed. It was "tuk-tuk-tuk", very slight, but very rapid.

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

There must be no one under the bed. Needless to say, we got close to the floor and found that we couldn't feel the floor vibrating. The sound was not knocking on the floor, and it sounded a bit far away. We couldn't tell which corner under the bed it was.

The fat man made a gesture, which meant: Under the floor!

I nodded and thought to myself: Could it be that a mouse or chicken ran under this stilt wooden building? Suddenly, I saw that the scraps of wood covering the iron box moved.

Well, this is fucking weird. I was dumbfounded. Could it be that the iron box was moving?