Chapter 6, The Words in the Coffin

This is just a madman

I understand him; when he gets fired up, he truly dares to take action, just like Brother Jun.

However, Brother Jun is right; what we have is like a shotgun, shooting in a spread pattern. It is not the same as the weapon in his hands, which has precision. It is impossible for us to shoot like he does, with a single bullet to the head. As long as we ignite the fuse, we will all die together here

Prisoners are categorized into different ranks, with violent offenders and rapists being the most despised. Once they enter the cell, they are referred to as "urine horses". At night, when the big boss in the cell needs to relieve himself, they have to go over and carry him to the toilet.

I met him during labor re-education, and I was beaten very badly

After a long standoff, I sighed, placed my hand on the soldier's arm, and pushed down the gun he was holding.

In any case, the idea has truly taken root, and there will be no good outcome

Because this character is indeed Professor Qin's handwriting, he once taught me cultural knowledge, and there are many annotations he made meticulously on it. I am thoroughly familiar with his handwriting style, and it is absolutely impossible for me to mistake it.

I nodded

I do not know whether it is the stuffiness of the ancient tomb or the tension, but large beads of sweat have formed on my forehead, flowing down uncontrollably

There are indeed words, come and take a look!

There are issues within them, which I have noticed. After a moment of hesitation, I asked, "What do you mean?"

Brother Jun asked me: "Do you know what happens when ideas get caught?"

Brother Jun nodded, and a hint of melancholy appeared on his face as he said: "Little Brother Jiu, you are very young. I have been in this world for so many years without understanding it, yet you seem to understand it better than I do, knowing when to advance and when to retreat. People like you can live a long time."

I do not want to die

Furthermore, where did Professor Qin come from? And where is he now

I have encountered ruthless individuals before

As expected, there were indeed words in the coffin

At that moment, he suddenly let out a soft "Eh" and turned to wave at me, saying: "Hey, Xiao Jiu, come over and take a look, there are words inside this coffin!"

He wandered around for two laps, and finally stopped beside the waiter. Turning his head, he smiled at me and said: "Actually, Brother Jiu, you should thank me this time. It is only right for me to take a little more. If I don't take care of these two, none of you can get away!"

But this is simply a desperate outlaw

The soldier may lack education, but after many years of digging graves and searching for treasures with me, he can distinguish whether the items in the tomb are fresh or aged

The term "diànzi" is slang, and those who have strayed from the right path all understand its meaning

Is this sword, which looks like nothing more than scrap metal, really that important

Everyone who goes down the pit does so out of desperation, unable to continue living in poverty. They are merely trying to snatch a bite to eat from the bowl of the dead, all in the hope of continuing their lives. Who would go down the pit just to seek death? That would be putting the cart before the horse

I waved my hand and said, "I'm really annoyed right now. Hurry up, let's grab what we need and leave. There was just a gunshot here, and the forest ranger might be coming this way. We can't afford to get caught red-handed. There are two dead bodies lying over there, and we won't take the blame for this!"

You may leave

The soldier seemed a bit anxious and said, "Moreover, it seems that this writing was just put up recently!"

For a moment, I was also puzzled

This should be recognized

This place has only one unconnected tunnel, which means that apart from us, no one has been here. How could there be words that were written recently?

There are only these six characters in the coffin

I said to Jun Ge: "This time, I admit my defeat"

In the blink of an eye, Jun Ge had already walked over. He was very calm, raising both arms high, holding a jade bead in one hand and a pistol in the other, signaling that he would not shoot. Yet, he pressed his chest against the soldier's gun barrel, their faces close together, and provocatively said: "Young man, you have a long life ahead of you. If you truly don't want to live like me, then go ahead and shoot!"

Brother Jun pointed at the headless corpse of the waiter, his face filled with indignation

I sighed, letting him go, squatting in a corner of the tomb, lighting a cigarette and smoking it by myself

Saying this, he patted my shoulder and said with a wry smile: "When have we, the two of us, ever stumbled so badly since we first entered the industry? This time, we have capsized in the gutter, tricked by these cunning villagers."

The muscles on the soldier's face are twitching

A very familiar font

Madman

... ...

This scoundrel is notorious for his schemes

What words can there be

Brother Jun pondered for a moment and said: "Then, I helped him, and after he came out, he started hanging out with me. As a result, he ended up getting involved with my wife. He, Huzi, and Yan Wang, the three of them conspired against me this time, and they kept everything for themselves. If I hadn't received some prior warnings, and if Yan Wang hadn't unexpectedly died, I would probably be the one lying here now, and you two would also be in trouble. We four would have taken care of you two first, and then the three of them would have eliminated me."

However, he was quite carefree and soon got over it. In the blink of an eye, he was beaming with joy as he walked towards the coffin: "Fortunately, we are both fine. Although there is nothing left, we might as well take this broken sword back to use as a fire poker for my sister. As for Professor Qin, Xiao Jiu, don't think too much about it. Let's see if there are any other clues later. Just let me know, and I will go with you."

Staring at this line of text, I tremble uncontrollably all over

Among criminals, there are both tough and weak individuals. The tough ones, once incarcerated, will not betray their companions no matter the pressure. The weak ones, however, can be easily intimidated into confessing without any need for physical punishment. The authorities are well aware of who the weak ones are among habitual offenders. Whenever they plan to make arrests, they first seek out these weak individuals, offer them a cigarette, intimidate them a little, and gather some intelligence. These weak individuals are referred to as "points"; it is akin to roll call. Whoever is pointed out by them is in trouble. The authorities are well aware of who the weak ones are among habitual offenders. Whenever they plan to make arrests, they first seek out these weak individuals, offer them a cigarette, intimidate them a little, and gather some intelligence. These weak individuals are referred to as "points"; it is akin to roll call. Whoever is pointed out by them is in trouble.

Having spoken, he began to retreat, no longer in a hurry to leave, carrying explosives on his person, just swaying right under our noses, which was practically indistinguishable from provocation

The soldier is indeed quite serious; he really went to mess with the coffin, where the bones of the dead were rattling with a clatter, and then he pulled out that broken iron sword

After he left, the soldier began to curse: "Damn it, this time it was all for nothing"

Who exactly is he reminding by leaving this sentence behind

The characters appear to have been scratched out with a fingertip, the marks are clear, and it indeed looks like they were scratched out not long ago, lying directly beneath the remains of the grave owner, which is why we did not notice them at first

Moreover, anyone who is displeased can take action against him

The sword must be taken away

Immediately, I got up and walked over in that direction

Then, he left so brazenly right under our noses, but my intuition tells me that their internal issues are far from just this. He knows a lot about this tomb, and I have a feeling that I will see him again

Having said that, Jun Ge did not linger any longer, turning around and leaving. He grabbed the rope that hung down from the entrance of the tunnel and swiftly climbed up with great agility. Just before entering the tunnel, he suddenly turned his head and said to me: "Xiao Jiu Ge, the green mountains remain unchanged, and the waters flow forever. This time I have taken advantage, and I accept the favor. Next time there is work, you take it; I will not interfere."

I took the rusty iron sword from the soldier's hand. It felt slightly cool to the touch and was quite heavy. After a moment of hesitation, I said softly, "This sword is probably not suitable for your sister to use as a fire poker. Professor Qin's matter is not that simple. Let's leave for now; there will surely be a day when we understand this matter clearly..."