Daomu Biji

My physical fitness is the worst among the people here. I should not move even if I am beaten to death. My third uncle knows this, but he still lets me go down. Obviously, I will not be asked to do physical work. I think there must be some His reasons. But smelling the smell of this canal, I really don't want to go down.

But this was impossible. Everyone was looking at me. On the one hand, they were very curious about the situation below. On the other hand, the black glasses had no room for comment. I couldn't refuse, so I had to protect myself with black glasses and follow the steps. The crack fell.

It was probably psychological factors that strengthened my illusion. Immediately after I went down, I smelled a strong smell of urine. It was so strong that I couldn't breathe. Moreover, the channel was not as easy to navigate as I thought, and the angle was very large. , watching the third uncle descending so smoothly, it turned out that he had used all his strength. He slipped a little, and immediately my body was covered with a lot of mud and moss mixed with urine. He couldn't help but frown.

The black glasses above me smiled and said: "Sorry, buddy, but urine is good for the skin."

"Damn it, it's a good thing you didn't let them poop in here." I cursed.

He laughed. When the people above heard it, they thought something had happened, and the rope stopped for a moment. He immediately sent a signal to them to continue lowering the rope.

The surrounding area soon became pitch black, because it was too narrow here and I couldn't even raise my head, so I couldn't see anything except the flashlight with black glasses. Fortunately, it is a descent. It would be more tiring to climb up.

I saw that he was still wearing black glasses, so I couldn't help but ask him, "Can you see with that thing on?"

He smiled at me: "Debbie can see clearly without wearing it."

I didn't know what he meant, but he didn't want to explain, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Going all the way down, we soon reached the opening of the crack in the sand that we just saw above. After looking at it, we immediately found that there was a cave inside. There was a gap that could only be crossed by one person with his chest against his back, but as soon as he entered, he could I found that although the gap was very narrow, it was extremely deep and developed upward, downward and forward. It looked like a huge mountain was split in half, and it felt like I crawled into the gap created by the knife.

And what surprised me was that the crack walls were filled with pits like Buddhist niches in grottoes, which were made by smashing the entire sandy crack wall into depressions, and each depression was filled with a cocoon of dry mud. , stuck in the depression with mud, and entwined with the surrounding root remnants. The mud was cracked, like dry soap.

Look up, down, left, and right to see that such depressions are everywhere. If you shine a light, you will see deep gaps wherever there is a flashlight.

We squeezed into the gap, and I touched the sand inside and found that it was as hard as stone. This should be the soil deposited by the sand. It was very moist and rich in water. I squeezed in again, and I felt like it. When I got to the edge of a mud cocoon, I wanted to touch it, but Black Glasses shouted at me and refused to let me touch it, saying, "Be careful, don't touch this mud cocoon." "What's inside these cocoons?" I said. asked.

"Dead man." He looked at one of them, which was a broken cocoon of mud. White bones were exposed inside, "Bent with bent limbs, this may be the most primitive shaft built by the ancestors at that time. There are no stones, only some mountain cracks smoothed with mud, which were later used as tombs."

"A tomb? A place like this?" I wondered.

"Many people will definitely die when building this kind of project. These may be slaves captured by other countries. They died here. It is impossible to transport them out and bury them. They just bury them on the spot. There are many beside the Great Wall." Black Glasses said, "arrive."

I looked down and saw that the gap was far from the bottom, but on the stone wall on one side of the gap, the boulder continued to crack and opened a gap. There was a flashlight shining, and it was obvious that the third uncle was inside.

The black glasses signaled upwards, and the rope stopped. We climbed down carefully, and the third uncle reached out and pulled me in.

This gap is very narrow, and the most terrible thing is that it is very short, only about half a person tall, so I could only go in with my waist covered. My feet hurt so much that I sat down on the ground as soon as I entered.

Then black glasses also came in with hair on their waist.

Looking around, I found that both sides of the crack here were covered with tiny tree roots and mud cocoons wrapped in dry mud. They were shrunk in the depression and lined up on both sides. You could hear the sound of water flowing under the ruins. Looking further inside, I found that this gap was in another stone shaft. Apparently the earthquake cracked the sandy soil here, and the cracks connected two wells that were very far apart. We took a shortcut.

The inside of the shaft was in a mess and cracked everywhere. Apparently, countless such cracks were formed when the ruins collapsed.

I asked my third uncle, "Why did you let me come down?"

"I'm here to show you something." He said, gesturing for me to follow him. We squatted and walked for a few times in the short gap. He pointed his flashlight at the sandy soil wall behind the tree roots on one side.

I couldn't see what was there at first, because it was all tree roots stuck to the sandy soil wall. When I looked closer, I saw that someone had carved a line of words on it, which seemed to be several English letters. I was shocked and scratched my head. He held Sanshu's hand to let him shine the light accurately and identified it carefully, then he said "Oh!"

Third Uncle said: "Look, is this the same mark that I saw in Changbai Mountain?"

I nodded hurriedly, this was the mark carved by Menyouping in Changbai Mountain, and I cursed in my heart, damn, did Menyouping come here just now?

"How did you find out?" I asked my third uncle.

He wiped the mud from his face and said, "Don't worry about this. Are you sure this is my brother's handwriting and not similar marks carved by others?"

I didn't understand what he meant, so I nodded to show that I was sure. He immediately waved to Black Glasses: "Blind man, tell the people above to get down. We have found the entrance."

Black Glasses responded, retreated, and sent a signal to the superiors.

I asked my third uncle what was going on, and he said, "Look carefully at this mark, and feel how it is different from the one carved in Changbai Mountain?"

"Different?" I couldn't understand what Uncle San meant. I looked closer and suddenly found that the mark was gray in color.

The mark is carved on sand. This kind of sand is not suitable for carving anything, because although it is hard, it is very brittle. If the force is too small, no marks will be carved. If the force is too strong, it may become lumpy. The sand and soil are cracked. This mark is a bit complicated. It is obvious that they were very careful when carving it. The gray color is a trace of the oxidation of the sand over the years. The gray tone in the mark is almost the same as the surrounding sand, which means that , this mark has obviously been carved here for a long time.

"That's not right." I said doubtfully, "Is this an old mark? Let me look at it again -"

The third uncle said: "You don't need to read it. Since the handwriting is, it's correct. This is what he carved. But it was not carved in the past few days, but what he left when he came here last time."