Lao Xu looked at us. Although he tried his best to lower his voice, his voice was still quite loud because of his loud voice and his emotions: "If I guess correctly, this box is made of Zimu, which can be called a '经'. This Zimu 经彩票 should have been from the Qin Dynasty and is mainly used to hold valuables. As for what is inside, you can only know if it is opened. But..."

"But what? Tell me quickly!" The scholar's eyes began to shine when he heard that the so-called slab was used to hold valuables.

"However, I just shook it, and there was no sound of collision. From this point of view, what is placed in this tray is either extremely light or empty." Lao Xu continued.

"No matter what it is, just open it and take a look, can you tell?" The scholar became more and more interested in this.

But I and the scholar have checked it over and over again before. This black wooden ancient box has neither a lid nor a button mechanism that can be opened. But Lao Xu said with certainty that this cup must have a secret door mechanism that can be opened. This mechanism is similar to the current safe lock. Only by finding this secret lock can the box be opened smoothly. Otherwise, it can only be forced to open by violent means. But in this way, the antique will be completely destroyed and may even hurt the things inside. When the scholar heard that it might hurt the treasure inside, he immediately stopped and strongly opposed the violent opening of the ancient box. Professor Xu also disagreed with violent dismantling in terms of protecting antique cultural relics. The two of them came to the same path, and they thought about it together, which seemed very "coordinated".

"Give me a few days, and I will find the secret door. There must be a way to open it." Lao Xu advocated leaving the box for research.

I looked at the scholar, and he nodded slightly with tacit understanding. I knew that the scholar was more trustful than Lao Xu, so it was hard to say anything. So we said goodbye to Lao Xu, left each other with new mobile phone numbers, and agreed to notify us when there was any news.

After leaving Zhengda, the scholar and I had no goals all at once. Apart from looking forward to Lao Xu's successful solution to this puzzle, there was nothing to do. The scholar suggested to pay tribute to Lao Song, after all, he had a friend. He went there without understanding. The scholar felt very uncomfortable and wanted to send him the last journey. So the scholar and I went directly to the community where Lao Song's house was.

As soon as we entered the community, we heard sorrows and joys coming from not far away and cries mixed with the sounds. With the help of the property of the community, Lao Song’s relatives and friends built a temporary cloth shed in an open space. The urn was placed in it, and the portrait of Lao Song was placed in front of the urn. In the photo, Lao Song smiled faintly. The relatives and friends who were sitting or kneeling on both sides made heart-wrenching crying. The scholar and I walked over, bowed and bowed to say goodbye to Lao Song. After the gift, we walked to the corner, smoking cigarettes, and sighed at the fragility of life. At this moment, I saw a person walking by in front of me. I felt familiar with the back, but I couldn’t remember who it was. The person walked not far away, and seemed to turn back and smile. I stared at that face and suddenly remembered who this person was.

He was the rustic boy with a messy hair that the scholar and I met in Wangfujing, Beijing a few days ago, wearing an inappropriate pair of black cloth shoes. This boy had almost no characteristics except earth, but anyone would be deeply impressed by him when he saw him. I always felt that this boy looked about seventeen or eight years old, and he had a unique thing, and gave people a strong sense of uneasiness.

The scholar obviously noticed this person, but at that time in Wangfujing, the scholar was only concerned about answering the phone and did not notice him. So the scholar just stared for a while and continued to smoke, and from time to time sighed how difficult the future life of Lao Song’s wife and son would be. But for me, the situation was obviously complicated. No one would think it was a coincidence that when we met this local boy, we would not be able to meet in the vast crowd. What's more, at such a funeral scene.

I secretly pinched the scholar's arm. The scholar was about to get angry, but when he saw that my expression was wrong, he also looked along my sight. The young man in the distance looked at us leisurely, with his lips raised, showing a proud look. The young man didn't know the reason, but just saw my defensiveness towards the boy, he became alert. The young man looked at us for a while, then stroked hard on his neck with his hands, and then continued to turn around and leave in a leisurely manner.

Damn, now everyone can see that the action clearly expresses it as a naked threat to me and the scholar.

"My God, uncle! Whose family is this little kid? How dare you challenge us? Are you brain-ill?" The scholar shouted, urging towards rushing over to repair the local boy.

I grabbed the man with a hand: "Don't be impulsive, this person is not simple!"

The scholar looked at me hesitantly. I told him the relevant situation from beginning to end. According to my analysis, this seemingly rustic young man, from Beijing to Zhengzhou, and had a meeting here, should be very informative. What is it, it is hard to say, but if you guess correctly, it has a lot to do with the Zimuluo.

It seems that this ancient box is really not simple. However, for such a nervous and rustic boy, the scholar and I still don’t care much about it. Instead, the Zimu Shu makes us worry. People always carry some primitive things about unknowns and mysterious things. Peeping into secrets and exploring unknowns will make people excited and expect from the heart.

After leaving Lao Song's funeral, the scholar and I decided to go for lunch first. My stomach had been protesting for a long time. The scholar said that there was a saying in Henan that "I am not a hero who can't go to the Great Wall. If I don't eat stewed noodles when I come to Henan, it would be a pity!" When I arrived in Zhengzhou, I had to try Zhengzhou mutton stewed noodles. So, under the leadership of the scholar, I went straight to the Heji mutton stewed noodles. We found a corner, ordered two bowls of stewed noodles, and ordered a few side dishes. If we talk about this stewed noodles in Heji, it was simply a delicacy. It looked very appetizing and it tasted even more amazing. In addition, the scholar and I were so hungry that we couldn't care about our image. We ate and enjoyed it.

After meeting the basic needs of human beings, they began to automatically turn to advanced needs. The scholar and I began to discuss the things that happened in a low voice.

In my opinion, all the evil things that I haven't encountered in the past 30 years have come together, and it is definitely not related to Zimuluo. This conclusion is already a consensus between me and the scholar. Zimuluo's specific secret is unknown now, but I have entrusted it to Lao Xu to wait for the news. So, I sorted out my thoughts and the focus is mainly on the following three aspects: First, who is the mysterious man, and why did he give Zimuluo to me and the scholar, is it good intention or malicious? Second, in the car accident in Zhengzhou, the truck driver said to have died twice. What is the situation? Third, did the local boy come with us from Beijing to Zhengzhou? Or did he have other purposes?

I discussed with the scholar for a long time and couldn't figure it out. I was planning to get some detailed information from Lao Song, but how could I know that Lao Song was dead strangely. The truck driver's mystery has not been solved, and another mystery of a local boy was attracted. The scholar said that instead of guessing here, it would be better to find out the news again. I said Lao Song was dead, and who else could tell us the secret? The scholar thought about it and felt that it was still based on Director Liu's set of information.

The scholar called Liu and asked him to have dinner in the name of making a program for the police station. Since the car accident caused the antique shop to lose many treasures, the Chengnan Police Station where Liu is located was under great pressure and has been unable to solve the case for a long time, especially the case of the lost ancient box has not made any progress, which has ruined the reputation of Chengnan Police Station. At this time, the scholar said that he wanted to make a program for them. Liu was happy and didn't know what to say, and kept saying on the phone: "I invite this meal, I invite this meal. Zhong, Zhong, that's it. We will meet at the entrance of Zhengzhou Hotel at 6:30 pm!"

The scholar and I went back to the hotel for a while and woke up almost 6 o'clock. We packed up and went to the Zhengzhou Hotel. At the door, the Liushou had arrived. The three of us asked for a single room and a table of dishes.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, I pretended to inadvertently ask about the case of the car accident at that time, except Lao Song, who had contacted the body of the truck driver.

Liu Su looked puzzled and said, "This was originally a secret, but you and the scholar are not outsiders. They are both their own brothers. It's okay to talk about it. But don't tell the story." The scholar and I naturally swear to me, patting our chests and saying that we will never tell the story. Liu Su told us the bizarreness of the case.

Liu Su's statement was basically the same as what Lao Song told the scholar. However, Liu Su said that the person who performed the autopsy for the train driver was Lao Song. In addition to him, there was also a forensic doctor named Zhao Wei on the scene. The scholar asked Liu Su if he could take us to see Zhao Wei. We had no other intentions, but we were just curious about the case. Liu Su did not agree at first, but wine was a good thing. After a few drinks, Liu Su felt that it was a mistake to refuse to lead us. He was unfaithful and regretful.

The ancients said: It is impossible to correct mistakes when you know your mistakes. In order to make up for your "mistakes", Liu Su decided to take us back to the forensic department of the bureau to meet Zhao Wei after eating this meal. Today, Zhao Wei happened to be on night shift, and Liu Su talked to him when he came out of the meeting of the Public Security Bureau. Unexpectedly, the information breakthrough brought to us by these glasses of wine far exceeded our expectations.
Chapter completed!