dead!
Everywhere you look, there are dead people.
There were corpses lying crookedly on both sides of the carriage. They were dressed the same as the members of the Free Commune on the platform, wearing gray woolen coats and white justice armbands.
But the clothes were covered with wounds, and gurgling blood flowed all over the floor, and he showed a frightened expression before he died.
After a cursory inspection, I found that the murderer was extremely cruel!
Although they had obviously been killed, they still cut a deep wound on the neck of each corpse, which was obviously a follow-up wound.
On a piece of windowpane, someone dipped in blood and drew a strange smiling face. That smiling face was like a devil crawling out of the 18th level of hell, with an aura of death that deeply oppressed me.
"This...this is..."
I unconsciously took a step back, but suddenly I felt someone supporting me from behind, and Lao Jiang's voice sounded coldly: "Ghost, this is the sign of a ghost!"
It turned out that he had already returned from the cab, where there was only a frightened driver and a coal worker.
After Lao Jiang used some tricks, the two of them woke up in panic, and the first words they spoke were: "Dead, all dead..."
Under Lao Jiang's questioning, the truth slowly emerged. At six o'clock this morning, when the train stopped at Shicheng Station to replenish coal, a group of ghost-like people suddenly got on the train and killed everyone within ten minutes and took away all the treasures on the train.
The leader was an old man with blond hair and blue eyes. He dropped a bag of ocean and asked the driver to continue driving back to Peking Station, saying he had left us a letter.
letter?
But so far, we haven't seen any letters.
Lao Jiang's eyes quickly searched the carriage, and finally stopped on the bloody ghost's face: "This must be the letter! Warner is warning the world that whoever dares to stop him will end up like these corpses. Same."
The boxes that the members of the West Free Commune guarded with their lives had all been pried open at this time.
The Buddha head inside was gone, leaving only handfuls of dry straw.
They failed...
Moreover, the method of death was extremely tragic. They were successfully attacked without any fighting. Two of them were still in the posture of reading a newspaper. They were stabbed in the chest and received a stab wound in the neck.
There were two other people who seemed to be on guard, but were no match for the enemy and were killed on the spot.
Walking inside, I discovered there was a body at the end of the carriage!
It was a rather bookish middle-aged man with sleekly combed hair and a pair of round glasses on his face. He should be the person in charge of this escort, Professor Bai Bing in Xiang Wanli's mouth.
But he was tied to the seat with hemp rope, and there was no intact skin on his body.
Eight of the ten fingers were cut off, and there was a pool of blood at his feet! Apparently he had gone through a gruesome torture session.
"ah!"
Yin Ling'er, who followed him into the car, couldn't help but let out a scream, seemingly frightened by the middle-aged man's death.
However, when I was surprised, I suddenly found that the other person's chest seemed to rise and fall. To make sure it was not dazzling, I took a closer look. Sure enough, there was another small rise and fall a few seconds later, but the breath was extremely weak.
"Old Jiang, he is still alive!" I shouted.
Lao Jiang also noticed that his livid face finally felt a little warmer, and then his fingers sealed the acupuncture points on both sides of the middle-aged man's shoulder blades like lightning.
"Li Jinglan, give him artificial respiration. Remember to breathe in three times and spit out once."
"What, me?" I widened my eyes in shock: "He is an uncle."
"Hurry up, little bastard, are you going to let Yin Ling'er give you your first kiss?"
After being scolded by Lao Jiang, I could only grit my teeth and obey, but Lao Jiang was not idle either. He took out the cigarette case from his pocket, poured a dark green pill out of it and was about to stuff it into the mouth of the middle-aged man.
But there was a burst of scolding: "What are you going to do to Professor Bai?"
I looked back and saw that people from the Free Commune were also getting on the bus.
Several young people pointed at Lao Jiang angrily, suspecting that Lao Jiang was going to poison Professor Bai Bing, so they could only say loudly to Wan Lishu: "Everyone, stand down. The only one who can save Brother Bai now is the Black Saber Qilin!"
I don't know if it was Xiang Wanli's prestige or the word "Black Saber Qilin" that played a role.
Those young people really didn't dare to speak, but there was deep suspicion in their eyes. They didn't believe that Lao Jiang could bring such a bloody man back to life?
After Lao Jiang fed the strange pill, the middle-aged man finally woke up. The first time he opened his eyes, he looked at the pile of boxes.
Although we couldn't bear it, we still told him: "Don't look, the Buddha's head has already been taken away."
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, but suddenly thought of something, and suddenly grabbed my hand: "Little brother, look to see if the things under my chair are still there!"
Under the chair?
I bent down curiously, and sure enough I found a stitch mark on the leather chair under him.
Fortunately, this trace was very subtle and the angle was very tricky, so it escaped Warner's layers of searches.
So I replied: "The things should still be there. By the way, what did you hide in the chair?"
The middle-aged man took a heavy breath and said: "A token contains a huge secret. Don't let Warner get it, otherwise Dunhuang will face an unprecedented catastrophe!"
Xiang Wanli choked with sobs and nodded: "I understand, Brother Bai, take a breath, I will take you to the hospital now."
But the middle-aged man shook his head: "No, I won't survive. You must remember my words. The Jade Buddha Tomb that Warner worked so hard to dig was just a primer. What he really wanted was The shocking treasure deep in Dunhuang... The clue to unlocking the treasure lies in this token. "
He spoke intermittently, as if he wanted to use up all his energy in this life.
I clenched my fists tightly, and Lao Jiang patted me on the shoulder, suggesting that I follow him farther away: "Leave the last moment to say goodbye to these comrades."
As Bai Bing said, he doesn't have much time.
But what we don't know is that Bai Bing never married. He had no wife or children. He dedicated his whole life to Dunhuang.
Before he died, Bai Bing held Xiang Wanli's hand and said with longing: "I saw Mingsha Mountain, Crescent Moon Spring, and Mogao Grottoes. They are so beautiful..."
Xiang Wanli choked and nodded: "Yes, we are going home, going home."
Bai Bing closed his eyes, shouted to Wan Li in pain, and begged Lao Jiang for help again.
Lao Jiang shook his head helplessly: "Snow Ginseng Death Pill can stimulate the potential of a dying person and let him live for a few more minutes, but this pill can only be used once. Professor Bai lost too much blood, and he was relying on His strong willpower has sustained him until now, but now he has fulfilled his wish. Even Daluo Jinxian is helpless if his life is extinguished. "
Xiang Wanli said with red eyes, "Okay! Let's see what the token that Brother Bai said is exactly."
After Xiang Wanli removed the body, the black knife in Lao Jiang's hand flashed and he neatly cut open the leather chair.
I reached out to dig it out, and sure enough I pulled out a fist-sized clay statue among the layers of sponge. Warner, the old fox, had countless calculations, but he didn't expect Bai Bing to hide the thing under his butt. It was a lamp. It's dark.
However, the shape of the clay statue was extremely weird. It had the head of a snake and the body of a human body. Its blood-red eyes were like a king cobra spitting out letters. It stared at me coldly, and there was an inexplicable cold air all over its body.
"This thing...is a bit evil!"
Lao Jiang seemed to feel it too and spoke.
Then they found a piece of black cloth to cover the statue and handed it into Xiang Wanli's hands.
The moment we got off the bus, some reporters thought that the Buddha's head was finally going to be unveiled, but they discovered that what was being carried down was not a national treasure, but corpses covered with white cloth.
There was silence.
The archaeologists, elites, and reporters looked at each other in confusion. Finally, they seemed to understand something, and some of them spontaneously took off their hats.
The reporters also put down their flashlights, and the students retracted their waving flags. Everyone lowered their heads in tacit agreement, as if they were mourning something.
Snow is falling, and the atmosphere at this moment is extremely heavy!
When passing by the crowd, I clearly saw a female student leaning on the shoulder of a male student and asking with tears: "Why did they steal our national treasure and kill our compatriots?"
The male student replied: "The nation is weak and is being slaughtered by others."
The female student sobbed: "Then when can we stop being slaughtered by others?"
The male student looked at the bloody corpses. In addition to deep hatred, there was also a hint of confusion and despair in his eyes. Finally, he replied with one word: "I don't know."
The platform was silent at this time, and everyone was saying goodbye to the victims spontaneously in their own way.
Only Xiang Wanli stood in the wind and snow, looking to the west, silent for a long time.
That is the direction for Bai Bing to go home, and also the direction for Dunhuang...
