Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

Chapter 265

The Weituo Temple in Nanshan, Binshi is still there, but after so many years, I don’t know if the old monk in the temple is still there.

The reason why Zhang Huilan went home that night was actually not to pick up things, but to put things away.

It was to leave a suicide note to her granddaughter Baixiqiong.

Before leaving, a sentence said by the old monk inspired me.

He said that it is wrong to say that there is nothing more to be sad than a dead heart. The most terrifying thing for a person is a dead heart. When the heart is dead, he will not care about anything around him, just like a dead leaf falling into the water, it will just drift with the flow.

There are almost no relatives around me. If one day, my heart dies like the old monk said, I will spend all my wealth and choose to do something good.

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In the middle of the night, the fog was even thicker. When I went down the mountain, I saw a taxi still parked by the roadside.

"Brother? Brother? Wake up."

The driver Hu Liqun fell asleep leaning on the seat.

"You...you're down, brother, I'm really sleepy after spinning around, and I slept soundly just now," he helped me open the passenger door.

"You don't rest during the day?" I asked.

He shook his head and started the car, yawned and said with a smile: "How dare you rest, my wife just gave birth to a baby, if I don't run around a bit, I can't even earn money for the baby's milk powder, where are you going back, brother, back to the old community? "

I said no, I went to the Northwest No. [-] Cotton Factory.

There was still a little battery left on my phone when I went down the mountain just now, so I informed the head of the matter. Now that we know where the Iron Buddha is hiding, none of us dare to rest at night, so we must rush to find the physical Iron Buddha before Tian Sanjiu.

When I arrived at the No. [-] Cotton Factory, I got out of the car and closed the door and said, "Do you have a business card? If I'm taking a taxi, I'll find you directly."

Hu Lili took the money and said with a smile: "Hey, I don't have any business card. Brother, please remember my phone number, and you can call me anytime in Xianyang when you use a car." After he finished speaking, he turned around and left in a taxi.

Late at night.

At that time, the No. [-] Cotton Factory did not have a gate, and the security guards did not know where to go. I probably sat on the sentry platform for more than half an hour, and a small car came.

The headlights went out far away.

The next second I saw the person getting out of the car, I hurried over.

"Why are you two alone? Why didn't Bean Sprout and Xiaoxuan come?"

Only the head and Brother Yu came, and I handed over the note after asking.

"Douya and Xuanxuan, I have other arrangements, Yunfeng, don't ask."

After reading the fine print on the note, he frowned and said, "Let's go, let's find this place."

The note said: "In the old textile room of the South factory area, warehouse No. [-] on the basement floor, in the cotton pile."

Before, we only searched above the factory area. We had never heard that there was a basement in the No. 56 Cotton Factory. The [-]th generation machines had been eliminated long ago, and the old spinning room had been abandoned for many years. There was a problem that was not easy to solve.

At that time, Ermian South Factory was constructing a new factory building, and there were many workers living here. Some workers slept late, and the dormitory lights were on all night. They all played cards all night in the room.

"Take the lead, it should be this room."

Brother Yu took a photo of the iron plate with a flashlight. The original blue paint on the iron plate was almost gone, and even the fixing screws looked rusty.

The door of the old textile room was locked, it was a simple iron chain lock. Brother Yu had already prepared for it. He found a hammer from the car, wrapped the lock with his clothes to reduce the movement, and smashed it open a few times in a row. up.

After the three of us went in, we looked out, and he asked Brother Yu to close the door again.

We don’t weave anymore. The old weaving room decades ago was quite large. No one cleaned the room and it was very dusty. There were a lot of messy sacks and equipment piled up on the ground.

I took a flashlight to look around and asked, "Hold on, this is an ordinary workshop. How can there be a basement? Why did the old lady say there is a basement floor here?"

Holding the flashlight on his head, he looked around and said, "The area here is not small. If you are young, you don't know. In our era, big factories would build some basements as bunkers, in order to prevent any accidents from happening."

We split up, mainly looking through to see if the previous basement entrance was blocked by debris.

I got it right, I really found something.

"Yunfeng turn your heads, come and take a look." Brother Yu shook the flashlight.

In the southwest corner, there was a pile of junk on the ground. There was a mess of everything. Brother Yu found that there was an iron plate under it.

He turned his head and said, "Move it, move it aside."

Remove the tatters, Brother Yu and I reached out and grabbed the corner of the iron plate, and slowly lifted the iron plate.

"cough!"

There was a lot of dust on the iron plate, and I fell off it when I lifted it, and the choking person coughed.

Shaking his head to dust, he covered his nose with his clothes and looked down with a flashlight.

Covered under the iron plate is a row of steps extending downward at a 40-degree angle, which should lead to the basement floor. (The basement is still there today. Those who work in Xianyang Ermian can look for it.)

"Slow down and turn your head, the steps are a bit steep, don't miss it."

The three of us walked down the steps carefully with flashlights on.

After we went down, the space suddenly became larger, and the area was larger than the ground, just like those air-raid shelters built in Yinchuan before, with a unique cave.

Next to the wall, there is a row of small iron doors. The distance between each small door is five or six meters, and they are all locked.

"Basement floor, warehouse No. [-]... No. [-]..."

"One...two, Brother Yu, do you see that?"

"It's not clear, there's no number marked on the door, stand back, I'll open it and have a look."

Walking to the rusty iron door, Brother Yu repeated his old trick, wrapping his clothes around the iron lock, and began to smash it with a hammer.

"Damn it, the fucking quality is so good."

"I still don't believe I can't break this thing."

Brother Yu raised the hammer, and Bang Bang Bang hit it dozens of times in a row.

"The quality of the lock is good, it's open."

Pushing open the iron gate, we first smelled a musty smell when we entered. The area of ​​the place is about [-] to [-] square meters. There are hundreds of big sacks piled up in piles, and the ground under our feet is covered with rotten cotton.

Looking at the hemp sacks piled up like a hill in front of me, I couldn't help but say, "This...Turn your head over, you have to open this up? There are at least two layers of thick inside."

These piled up sacks were partially decomposed, and one of the heads was torn off, and what fell out were all blackened rotten cotton balls.

After looking at the head, he said: "There is no other way. Open it and look for it. The body of the iron Buddha is at least 1.3 meters high. Let's hurry up."

Has anyone picked cotton?

The cotton balls were stained on my body, and I couldn't clean them off. Many sacks broke when I pulled them out. After rummaging for a while, my pants and jacket were all covered with rotten cotton, and my hair was also covered.

The old lady wrote on the note that she was in the cotton pile, so we searched in the middle. After searching for a long time, everything below the thigh was sunk in the cotton pile.

"No, no."

"Where is this..."

Suddenly, I felt that my right foot had kicked something hard, much harder than a cotton bag.

I spotted the location, pulled it with both hands, and quickly pulled it down.

Soon, I felt a round thing in my hand, which was very cold, as cold as a block of iron.

As I moved down, I felt as if I had touched my nose and eyes again.

I touched it with my hand and shouted excitedly:

"Quick! Come here!"

"Brother Head Fish, come here quickly!"

"I found it!"