Seeing that there was a skull in the cardboard box, Sun Lu and I were stunned.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of "dong dong dong" behind him.

Looking back, Lu Zhen, who was kneeling on the ground, actually kowtowed like pounding garlic.

She used a lot of strength, and within a few strokes of her head she was bleeding, and her body was trembling while knocking.

I saw that her expression was panicked, and there was more numbness in her eyes, and I knew that something was wrong, so I rushed over with an arrow and dragged her up. He pinched the Dharma seal with one hand, pressed it against her forehead, and quickly recited the method of purifying the heart.

As soon as she read it again, Lu Zhen shook violently, as if she had just woken up from a dream, she suddenly looked around, and held her forehead with a "ah":

"What's wrong? My head, why does it hurt so much?"

I didn't bother to explain to her, and asked Sun Lu to take her out first.

Not to mention the strange situation that happened to her, the mere fact that there was a human skull hidden in the cardboard box was no small matter.

"Give me the box." I kept my face calm and stretched out my hand to Ding Xianleng.

He actually handed over the cardboard box with both hands very obediently, but at the same time he couldn't stop gesturing towards the wall.

I glanced at him, then at the human skull in the box, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Sun Lu walked back, looked down, and whispered, "Judging from the surface of the bone, the owner of this skull has been dead for at least more than three years. ”

I nodded, making sure it wasn't a recent homicide, so I didn't have to worry about the scene being destroyed.

I handed the skull to Sun Lu along with the box, remembering that Ding Xioleng had bowed down to the skull before, and tried to ask him:

"Is this your loved one?"

"Ahh Ahh Ding Xianleng nodded vigorously.

I sighed, he didn't go home after all.

The skull in the box, if it were his relatives, would be reasonable.

The exact time of death of the owner of the skull is known only through laboratory tests, but superficial observation suggests that he should have been dead for at least three years.

The dead man's skull is dug out and placed in a box containing a rice cooker for worship...... It's like something that a neuropathy can do.

Who knew that after Ding Xileng nodded, he suddenly shook his head vigorously.

I couldn't help but frown, it seemed that it was impossible to confirm the identity of the deceased from this madman.

Sun Lu asked me if I wanted to call the police, and I was just about to answer, when Ding Xioleng suddenly grabbed me again, dragged me to the wall, and pointed to the root of the wall with a "uh-uh" gesture.

"He wants you to see the lid of the coffin? Could there be anything behind that? Sun Lu was still a little trembling, but this was only for Ding Xioleng himself.

I looked at Ding Xileng and saw him pointing to the sarcophagus lid and nodding at me, and I felt more and more that this matter was extraordinary.

It was overcast outside, and the light inside the broken house was dim.

I got rid of Ding Xileng, took out my mobile phone, and glanced at Sun Lu.

Sun Lu understood, put the cardboard box aside, gritted his teeth, and walked to Ding Xileng's side with his fists clenched.

The purpose of his doing this was to prevent Ding Xioleng from suddenly going crazy and acting aggressively. Look at it, he is really open-minded.

I turned on my phone's flash, walked to the base of the wall, crouched down, and looked at the sarcophagus lid, and the surroundings.

On the other side of the wall is a tattered brazier, Ding Xianleng may not be able to cook, but this is his nest, and it is cold in winter, and it is inevitable to bake a fire.

Because of this, the entire surface of the sarcophagus lid was blackened.

This also proves that this coffin lid must have been placed here for a certain number of years.

Sun Lu poked his head out and said to me, "Could this broken house be used for spiritual guards in the past?" ”

I shook my head slightly, "This is on the edge of the city, where is there a cemetery nearby?" ”

Besides, even if there was a cemetery around before, it was impossible for Ding Xioleng to get these stone slabs of at least three or four hundred catties into the house alone.

Maybe he still had relatives before, he was crazy, his relatives won't all be crazy, right?

I took a closer look at the lid and noticed a few shallow marks that were not very noticeable under the smoke cover.

I looked left and right, grabbed a handful of waste paper from the interlayer of cardboard on the side, and tried to wipe it on the marked area.

"What are you doing?" Somehow, Lu Zhen walked in again, "How could my head hurt?" ”

I said, "I'll talk about it later, you go out first." ”

Lu Zhen was obviously not a master who was easily commanded, and the key was that she didn't see the skull in the cardboard box. Not only did he not go out, but he also took two steps forward.

I frowned, but I didn't care about her for now.

Because, I found that after the smoke on the surface of the slate was erased, there were some traces of engraving.

Lu Zhen kowtowed to this side just now, obviously uncontrollable, and the carton was just an ordinary human skull. Could it be that her strange behavior has something to do with the coffin lid?

With doubts, I wiped two more handfuls on the slate.

When the notches on the surface of the slate came into view, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Sun Lu was also attracted to lean forward at this moment, and wondered, "Why not an inscription charm?" How is it a painting? ”

"You ask me, who do I ask?" I reminded him, "You'd better not get distracted, watch out for 'squinting' biting your ears!" ”

"Tsk! Have you slipped or not? Sun Lu said dissatisfiedly, "I feel that the stupid dumb man seems to have no ill will towards us, he snatched your bag, just to lure you here and let you see the coffin lid." ”

I have to admit that what he said is exactly what I am thinking at this moment.

But why do I think it's getting weirder?

Sun Lu asked me not to ink, just wipe the whole slate clean, and see what was painted on it.

Without further ado, I grabbed two more handfuls of waste paper and wiped off most of the smoke that covered the surface of the slate in one fell slate.

This time, Sun Tuzi and I were even more open-mouthed.

After a soot is wiped off, it is more certain that this bluestone slab is the lid of the stone coffin.

Moreover, on the surface of the slate, what is depicted is indeed not an inscription, nor a charm, but as Sun Lu just said, it is actually a few carved pictures!

The stone carvings are composed of the simplest lines, but they are by no means children's graffiti, in terms of the degree of neatness and the depth of the carving, it is definitely carved by people with stone carving skills, using special tools.

Although I am not a tomb robber, I can be sure that the rectangular stone slab in front of me is a stone coffin lid.

Who would draw on the lid of a coffin?

Lu Zhen suddenly said: "What is portrayed on this seems to be our current situation. ”

As she spoke, she leaned forward again, pointing to the picture closest to me, which was also the clearest illuminated by the flash.

I have also seen the position she is pointing to, just looking at the painting is nothing, but listening to Lu Zhen's words, I feel cold at the back of my head.

The painting is a stick figure, and the content is even more concise, that is, several people, with their backs to us, facing a cuboid.

At this moment, several of us are all gathered around the root of the wall, and under the wall in front of us, there is a rectangular sarcophagus lid horizontally against the wall!

I was stunned, subconsciously turned my face to look at Sun Tuzi, who had come to my side, and saw him holding his hands behind his head, looking stunned and demented, and then looking at the stone carving, I almost didn't shout.

His movements...... And the way I'm squatting now, it's exactly like in the painting.

It's as if someone is behind us...... Standing at the doorway of this dilapidated house, sketching on the spot......

No, it's like someone using a camera with special effects to take a picture of the scene in the house and reproduce it on the slate!