Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

Chapter 568 Missed Memories

Could it be!

Goose bumps appeared on the back of my hands.

There was a bottle of water in the bag. I poured it out and filled it with half a bottle of hot spring water. Then I tore open the cigarette box and used the cigarette box paper to wrap up the "unknown powder" that I accidentally found.

After doing this, I raised my flashlight and shone it around.

Hot spring water with hallucinogenic properties is likely man-made.

In other words, someone comes here regularly, and the remaining unknown powder is likely to have been thrown into the pool by someone!

I suddenly recalled a detail.

About three months ago, we searched Dongshan for the first time. At that time, we didn’t know that this place was related to Qiu Daoren in the Northern Song Dynasty. Instead, we thought that this place was related to Fang La’s treasure. Afterwards, we gained some things and ruled out the possibility of it being a treasure trove. At that time, several of us also heard a strange "sound".

“Da da da…da da da…”

It was a very strange sound. I joked that it sounded like "tongue clicking", and Douyazi said it sounded like a telegraph. We didn't find the source of the sound later, and this little thing was left unresolved.

At this time, the crazy Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged. He seemed to be in a trance. The steam floating around the hot spring pool made him look like an immortal.

I glanced at the crazy Taoist priest, raised the flashlight alone, and walked into the depths of the cave.

I picked up a stone, walked and stopped, and hit the stone wall hard.

As I went deeper, I became more and more nervous.

When we reached a certain place, suddenly, the sound of the stones knocking against each other changed.

I put my ear close to it and listened carefully.

empty? ?

Under the illumination of the flashlight, I saw a "gap", which was wide enough to fit half a chopstick.

I grabbed the stone along the crack and pulled it outward.

It was actually taken away.

Then I took away the second piece...the third piece...

Soon a "small door" appeared in front of me, about as high as my waist.

Without thinking much, I lowered my head and went in.

The space inside is not big and very humid, about six or seven square meters. It is surrounded by layers of stacked blue bricks, and the surface of the blue bricks is covered with moss.

Looking up, I saw a "big basket". The basket was made of wood and covered with iron sheets. Judging from its aging, it must have been several decades old. Hanging above the basket was a rusty iron chain.

Looking along the chain again, my mouth opened wide.

This... seems to be the bottom of a deep well?

How could there be a well here?! And it's hidden so well.

After testing the strength of the chain, I tightened my backpack, held the flashlight in my mouth, and started climbing.

I failed twice at first because it was very damp and the surface of the chain was a bit slippery.

I grabbed a handful of loose soil, rubbed it in my palm, and started trying again.

It was quite difficult because there was no support under my feet, and the chains kept swinging and making noises.

Yes, very similar...

The "strange sound" we heard before might have been made by this iron chain.

Halfway up, I glanced down and immediately held my breath and focused my attention.

It was already very high now. If I fell down accidentally, I would be in great danger. But since I was very good at climbing trees, I climbed up little by little.

When I saw the stone slab blocking my head, my guess was confirmed.

This is a well!

Judging from the growth of moss here, the well seems to have been abandoned only a few years ago.

I tried to push the stone slab away, but my hand slipped and I fell down instantly.

At the moment of falling, I instinctively grabbed the chain, and the force of the fall caused the skin on my hands to be scraped and bleeding.

I gritted my teeth and started climbing again.

The well mouth is relatively narrow, and I have long legs, so I wondered if I could try to use leverage like the crazy Taoist priest did. But if I lost my footing, I would fall down instantly, and I wouldn't have a second chance.

I cautiously began to try.

First, he stepped on the blue brick with his left foot, then held the chain with one hand and slowly extended his right foot forward.

Just then, the flashlight accidentally fell.

There was only a "pop!"

The flashlight broke and the surroundings were instantly plunged into darkness.

It was like being locked in an airtight coffin, pitch dark, with silence and darkness all around.

I looked down and it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

Feeling that my feet were firmly planted, I tried to slowly loosen my hands.

It became.

Knowing that I couldn't hold this position for long, I immediately pushed the stone slab upwards after freeing my hands.

The large slab of stone was pushed up a little, and I could vaguely see a little moonlight, but the slab soon returned to its original position.

At this time, my calves began to cramp, but I endured the pain and didn't want to give up.

Keep trying.

Humid and hot.

I started sweating and a drop of sweat ran down my face into my eye.

Just when I couldn't hold on any longer and was about to fall, a burst of power suddenly erupted from my body. I shouted, and with this power I pushed the stone slab open, reached out and grabbed the edge of the well, and then climbed up in one breath.

When I got up there I was completely shocked.

What is this place? ?

The surrounding area is full of tall horsetail pines, and it looks like a pine forest.

What I was standing on was a small piece of wasteland, and the abandoned well was located in the middle of the wasteland.

I looked up at the position of the moon, then turned back to look at the endless pine forest. I guessed...this should be on the west side of Dongshan Mountain, maybe a little lower halfway up the mountain.

I stopped for a long time, feeling as if I had solved a problem that had been bothering me for a long time.

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Brother Zhang tried to assassinate me but failed and was pushed down by me. Why did his body disappear?

Now, there are only two possibilities.

First, he didn't die from the fall, but was seriously injured. After waking up, he discovered this secret passage and climbed up like me.

Secondly, suppose a mysterious person regularly comes here to inject drugs into the hot springs, maintaining the water's hallucinogenic effects year-round. Could this person have discovered Brother Zhang after I pushed him down? Could this mysterious person have taken him away? That's why I've been so worried because I couldn't find the body.

I clenched my fists tightly.

At the beginning, I asked Uncle Cha to help Brother Zhang to calculate his fortune, but the result was not that the person was dead, but that the person was still alive.

I didn’t believe it at the time. I thought it might be because my horoscope was inaccurate, which led to Uncle Cha’s miscalculation, so I didn’t take Uncle Cha’s words to heart.

Now it seems that Uncle Cha was right...

There is another question. Can we confirm that the unrecognizable and swollen wax corpse deep in the Zukengyuanshui Cave is Brother Zhang?

There is at least a 70% probability.

Who killed him then and buried his body there?

I have always felt guilty about Zhang Meng. Now there is new evidence pointing out that he did not die because of me, but I am becoming more and more afraid.

This place is surrounded by Masson pines and is in a very secluded location. I have been to Dongshan several times but have never been here, and have never even discovered this pine forest.

The moonlight spread out, illuminating the surroundings.

This place feels like a cemetery, and I feel a gloomy energy.

Yin energy can be felt, especially for professionals like us in this industry. Whether it is Pinus massoniana or other pine trees, they are very suitable to be planted around the grave to block the sunlight. Feng Shui believes that they can "gather water and qi, and provide shade for future generations." In addition, compared with other trees, the roots of pine trees are shallower, and generally no matter how long they grow, they cannot penetrate into the coffin.

But the quantity must not be too much.

If the grave is surrounded by pine trees alone, it will be a big trouble. In that case, it will not bring "shade to future generations" but will become "shadow to future generations".

It was late at night, and I could only imagine what it would be like here during the day.

It is dark and cold. The horsetail pines form a big umbrella, blocking the sunlight, but late at night, the moonlight can shine here.

If the hot spring secret room under the dragon cave is regarded as an ancient tomb, then this hidden abandoned well is like a tomb robber's hole. It was drilled into the ground with the shortest distance and precision. This was definitely the work of a master.

After walking around for a while, as expected, I found a "small mound".

This is a solitary tomb, hidden deep in the forest. There is nothing around it except pine trees. There is also a bluestone stele in front of the tomb.

Although it is an isolated grave, it looks like someone takes care of it. There are not many weeds around it, and there is no thick layer of dust on the tombstone.

I raised my flashlight and shone it towards the tombstone.

In the middle of the tombstone, seven large characters were written in neat regular script.

"But it's Mr. Six's tomb..."

There is also a row of small words at the bottom.

"My friend Jiang Shouxin left a monument."

After reading the inscription carefully, I frowned.

Jiang Shouxin?

Who is this man? His last name is Jiang? Jiang?

But Mr. Six, but Mr. Six... This should not be a real name, it should be a nickname. I always feel that I have heard this name somewhere before.

The more nervous people are, the more likely they are to get stuck.

I repeated this nickname over and over in my mind, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it.

I squatted down, reached out and wiped the tombstone, and said to myself:

"Are you from the Northern School? Or from the Southern School? Why do I feel like I've heard of your name?"

"who!"

Just as I was staring at the inscription, a small piece of Masson pine suddenly fell on my head.

I thought someone patted me on the back and got scared.