Daomu Biji

My first reaction was the rancid smell, but Panma said otherwise. People who hunt all year round often deal with meat, so he can definitely distinguish the rancid smell. The smell is indeed indescribable.

Descriptions of smells are generally based on objects, such as "smells like jasmine" or "smells like stinky socks". Panma can't describe it. It must be a smell he has never smelled. This kind of smell can even be found similar. Less than.

I wanted to ask him if this smell was the "smell of dead people," but I finally held back. If he didn't want to talk about the topic, it wouldn't do me any good to bring it up midway.

Panma was even more curious, but then those people began to be wary of him, and he never had the chance to touch those boxes again. After returning to the village, this group of people left quickly and were never seen again. This incident had a profound impact on him. When he went into the mountains to hunt, he would always think of that army. What was their purpose in going into the mountains? What were they doing by the lake? What were in those boxes and where did they come from?

At that time, he had a premonition that someone would definitely inquire about this matter in the future, but he did not expect that we arrived so late, and it took nearly thirty years for us to show up.

I asked him about the shape of the lake, and he told me that the lake was long, like a scimitar. There are stones all around, some are very big, bigger than people, and some are no bigger than pebbles. The lake is still there, but due to climate change, the water level of the lake has dropped sharply. He visited once three years ago, and the lake was already half its original size.

I fell into deep thought after hearing this. The box contains most likely the kind of iron blocks we found in the stilt building with the stuffy oil bottle. If there are more than thirty boxes, and the whole box is moved out, the quantity must be quite a lot. It is really possible that it is like this. What the fat man said were fragments of something.

Where do these things come from? Before, Fatty speculated under limited conditions. There is an ancient tomb in Yangjiao Mountain, but now that I hear it, I feel like it was fished out from the bottom of that lake?

Could it be that they found a large iron object at the bottom of the lake? And then they break it down on the spot and take it out piece by piece?

Not too possible. In this case, this thing is equivalent to scrap metal, and if this is the case, it cannot be packed in a box as small as a shoe box.

I couldn't help but become curious, and I already agreed with the fat man's idea. No matter what, I had to go to Yangjiao Mountain to have a look.

Father Panma also had a piece of iron, which he said was picked up from the mountains, and he thought it was priceless, apparently after the archaeological team left. Father Panma must have done something else. He didn't know that I knew he had this piece of iron, so he didn't mention it at all, which made me even more sure that he was hiding a lot.

However, what he is telling me now is probably not a lie. Iron and the "smell of death" are associated with danger.

He must have experienced something that made him connect the three. In Menyou Ping's memory, iron is a very dangerous thing, and in Panma's memory, the soldier also told him that iron is very dangerous. These fit nicely.

I was thinking about how to get him to talk about bad things, even though I tend to be more reserved by nature. But after hanging out with Pan Zi, Fatty and the others for a long time, I can squeeze out a little if I have to. At this time, what I can take advantage of is that my father still doesn't know my identity, so I can deceive him.

The trick to deceiving people is to make others think that you basically know everything, thereby turning the inquiry into a question in the form of the entire conversation.

This was the critical moment. I was quiet for a while and had a general idea in my mind, so I asked again: "So. How did you find that piece of iron when you returned to the lake later."

This is all my guess. Because since the iron piece was found from the mountains, it is unlikely to be from other places. I took a gamble, and I didn’t lose anything if I guessed wrong.

Father Panma froze immediately. I knew I had guessed it right, but other than that quick stiffness, he didn't show anything else, and instead looked at me.

I knew I was going to drop some big news at this time, so I continued: "Don't worry, I only need to know what happened at that time. I'm not interested in the other things."

Father Panma's expression changed. He put down his pipe and asked, "Who are you?"

I was so relieved that I almost broke into a cold sweat. This next sentence is to continue to add weight to the success of the previous sentence's guess, the smell of death, the danger of iron, and the stuffy oil bottle. I thought that the thing that allowed my father to keep the secret must be an accident. This accident must be very thrilling, and someone might die. I could have said, "I won't care about his death." But I don't know what happened. How many people were killed, so a more secure method was adopted.

Unless a person with a guilty conscience knows my true identity, he will definitely reveal his flaws.

I thought in my heart that it was time to turn my back on customers. I immediately put on an inscrutable expression - I often do this when bargaining with customers - and said calmly: "You'd better not ask. You just need to keep the whole matter as it is." Just tell me." As I said that, I touched my pocket and took out a wad of money. This was the information fee I originally planned to give to Panma. I originally planned to give two or three hundred, but for the visual effect, I took out a wad of money from my pocket. He took them all out and put them in front of him. "I know some things, but not completely, so don't worry, just tell it like it is, you get your money, and nothing will happen after that, and no one will know what we said here."

Panma looked at me with an uneasy expression. I looked at him with a very calm but compelling look, waiting for him to get angry or surrender.

"How do you know those things?" he asked me. "Tell me."

Tsk, I cursed in my heart and said that this old ghost is really stubborn. How can I say this? On the surface, I remained calm, but my mind immediately started to spin.

That was the reaction within a second. I almost said smoothly: "Don't you know that someone is following you?"

As soon as I said the words, before I could even think about it, I noticed that Panma's expression relaxed obviously, and my heart skipped a beat. I thought it was terrible, it had been exposed.

Panma looked at me and said: "Although I don't know who you are, I'm not an old fool. Don't come to me when you go back. You don't know anything and I won't tell you." Come chase me.

I thought back quickly and wondered where he had discovered him. Was he sure that no one was following him, or was it impossible for someone to follow him under the circumstances? I thought about how to remedy it but found that there was no good solution, and I became frustrated.

His son came to open the door, meaning to let us out. As soon as the door opened and the light came on, I was about to get up, and suddenly I noticed that my father's feet were shaking slightly.

I suddenly looked at my father and found that he was looking at me. Although his face was so calm that no waves could be seen, his expression was frighteningly bad, and he was obviously extremely nervous.

I immediately understood that he was also deceiving me!

I immediately changed my rising motion into a stretching movement, then sat down again, and said in an unarguable tone: "Don't be harsh, I will speak with facts, I don't have much patience."

Panma looked at me, and his son also looked at me. I was full of confidence, and I could feel that my expression at that time was indeed sinister and unpredictable.

After a long confrontation, Panma collapsed. He lowered his head and winked at his son. His son said something to Agui, and Agui was half pulled out. His son came in and sat down. In Agui's position, the door was closed again.

Father Panma gave me a very big salute, and when he raised his head, he said: "No matter who you are, I hope you keep your word. If you want to settle an old score, it will be all on me. I killed all those people." Yes, a few other people just helped me carry things." (To be continued)