I couldn't help but walk to the mural, and Hu Shanshan saw that the content on the mural was very colorful. Drum music was played, and the cranes soared into the clouds.

On one side of the mural is a scene of many people crying together covering their faces. The painting style is sad and miserable.

Zhang Shuishu walked up and said, "From the appearance of their clothes and makeup in the murals, it seems to be the style of the Ming Dynasty. It should be that the female family of a wealthy family died of illness, and these people are sending her off."

The murals express rich content but also abstract, some of which are subtle and profound, and they cannot understand without any historical background.

Zhang Shuishu turned to the other side again, leaned over his glasses and looked carefully: "This side is the life story of the deceased. But this woman seems to have no achievements in life. Apart from embroidery and writing poetry, she has basically never left the house much. She is a typical lady from a family."

"But the murals on this side are very strange! There is a team wearing fox fur, scimitars on the waist, and beards on the face. They should be foreigners. The people in the Ming Dynasty costumes and these foreigners each carried their own beautiful children, crossing a snow-capped mountain, with ritual bands next to them, and maids and maids busy with something. It looks like they are performing some kind of etiquette, which is quite grand."

Hu Shanshan stared at the Jiaozi on the snow mountain and was in a daze. For some reason, she stared at the Jiaozi for a long time and suddenly became in a daze.

In a trance, she saw the man in the mural lifting the bead curtain, and there was a very beautiful ancient woman sitting inside. She was combing her hair with a comb...

Hu Shanshan was startled and returned to her mind in a trance. Then she realized that the sweetheart in the mural was tight and quiet.

Zhang Shuishu obviously didn't notice that his goddess was frightened by the mural and turned pale. He looked at the mural for a while, then looked at the vermilion coffin behind him, and said to Hu Shanshan: "The one wrapped around the coffin should be purple dragon vine. It is said that it can suppress corpses and ward off evil spirits and prevent corpses from destruction. But it is strange, why should a cat bone be placed here? It is said that cats can suck corpses, which is contrary to ethics!"

Hu Shanshan didn't agree, thinking that there is still common sense to talk about in this place? How can you put these things in the room? This is a counter-reasonable thing in itself.

At this time, she suddenly saw the golden bowl on the spiritual platform. Could this be the blood bowl that the second uncle solemnly mentioned on the intercom?

But before Hu Shanshan thought about it, Hu Che quickly looked and ran over without thinking about it.

Just as Hu Che was excited on his face and was about to put it in his bag, he suddenly was stunned, as if he had seen something terrifying. He took a step back and collapsed to the ground, his glasses stared into copper bells.

Before Hu Shanshan understood what was going on, she saw Hu Che staring at her big eyes and biting her tongue and shouting: "Blood...is all blood... so much blood in the bowl..."

Hu Shanshan and Zhang Shuishu looked at each other, thinking that something was wrong. Eighty-mostly the blood bowl that the second uncle said was the one in front of him.

But the light of the flashlight shone through, but saw nothing, nothing except the grate!

Zhang Shuishu quickly helped Hu Che up and asked, "What did you see? Where is the blood? There is nothing in the bowl?"

Hu Shanshan also looked at her tiptoe and said, "Can it be the refraction of the light from the grate placed in the bowl? Is it an illusion?!"

Hu Che shook his head into a rattle: "Impossible, a lot of blood has sprinkled on me..."

He shook his clothes as he said, but soon he was stunned. What blood was there on his body? There was not even a drop of water stains.

Hu Che stared at his eyes for a moment, then stood up and picked up the big golden bowl again.

But this time he saw it clearly, and turned around and the bottom of the bowl was clean and there was not even a single point of dust!

"Are I really dazzled?" Hu Che began to doubt himself, his eyebrows relaxed, and he felt relieved!

Then he played the big golden bowl into his backpack, picked up the comb and looked at it, and threw it on the ground angrily: "Broken comb! I almost scared to death by you~"

Hu Shanshan felt upset when she saw his behavior! She thought to herself whether you have forgotten that you are a policeman? No second-rate gangster is as merciless as you!

But what she cared more at this time was that Uncle Second said that there was a bowl that could not be touched. Although she didn't know if it was this bowl, it was always wrong to pick up things randomly in such a strange place.

Hu Shanshan persuaded her a lot, but Hu Che shook her hand indifferently, "Don't worry, female hero, I left this bowl to hand over to the country to support the archaeological cause. It's absolutely... not for personal gain!"

"I mean, I might take this thing..."

"Oh, what are you afraid of? Isn't it just a bowl? As a young man in the new era of socialism, my materialist thought is deeply rooted. I will never change my original intention because of an alarmist statement from your second uncle, nor will I be intimidated by a rumor that is stolen. No matter how hard the road ahead is, I will not let go of principles and let go of this golden bowl representing the bourgeois exploitation system..."

Hu Shanshan had nothing to say! It seems that this second-hand policeman is really greedy and can't tell the truth to a person who is obsessed with money?

However, Hu Che was not satisfied with a golden bowl. He held his backpack and looked around, his eyes focused on the vermilion coffin.

"I heard that the valuable things in the ancient tomb are placed closely by the tomb owner. We have all come and taken them, right?"

Seeing Officer Hu showing greed, Hu Shanshan glanced at him and cursed: "Old Hu, have you figured out the situation? This is in the room of the ancient building, not an ancient tomb. Even if your people's police officer is sure to pry someone's coffin?"

Hu Che was scolded and hesitated: "I..., I just think there may be cultural relics here. I want to conduct a rescue excavation to avoid being targeted by other tomb robbers..."

"Oh, you admit that you are a tomb robber now? After you go out, I must write an anonymous letter to report you!"

As soon as Hu Shanshan finished speaking, the vermilion coffin next to her suddenly trembled, shaking, making a dull sound of shaking.

The three of them were startled, subconsciously retreated a few steps, and their hearts were pounding.

Zhang Shuaishuai was calm in the face of danger and pushed his glasses, pushing his nose bridge, his face turned pale: "As long as there is a corpse, don't get close to it. If the things inside smell the breath of a living person, they will really defraud the zombie, and it will be troublesome at that time."

Hu Shanshan's face changed drastically. She grabbed Zhang Shuaishuai, shrank her neck and asked, "You mean, is there a mover here?"

Seeing Zhang Shuaishuai nodding, she ran away without thinking.

They ran out in a panic and hurriedly covered the door. Only then did the three of them feel a little relieved.

Hu Che walked away from the position of his heart, but was not very scared. He looked at the backpack that was in his arms and smiled with satisfaction.

He smiled particularly brightly now, as if he had won a lottery, as if he was holding it in his arms and there were countless RMB.

"Just pretend to be a zombie, don't worry, with this golden bowl..." Hu Che said halfway through his words, and he was stunned when he turned around: "Hey? Where is the window?"
Chapter completed!