At this time, the fat man pinched me and asked me to see the oil bottle.

I turned my head and saw that the oil bottle still didn't say a word. I carefully touched the books, but looking at his expression, I seemed to be a little confused.

"Did you remember something?" I asked him.

He ignored me, but just opened his mouth, and stopped talking, his brows frowned even tighter.

I thought to myself: Is there a door? I didn't dare to disturb him, so I watched quietly from behind. I saw him tilting his head, wandering around the room, and suddenly said: "It seems wrong."

"What's wrong?" The fat man was surprised.

He pinched his eyebrows, as if he was using all his energy to recall: "No, this room gives me the feeling that it is wrong."

"Isn't this your room?"

He shook his head, and suddenly, his eyes focused on the bed. He immediately squatted down and looked under the bed.

I also lay down, and the bed was dark, and the oil bottle turned around. The fat man was very conscious and handed him the lighter to him immediately. He started to beat him and reached under the bed.

There was nothing below, only a lot of spider webs. But he didn't give up, so he climbed inside and began to touch the gaps in the wooden floor. As he touched it, he suddenly saw his finger hooking, and actually grabbed a piece of the floor and broke it up. The strength of the muffled oil bottle was amazing, and he heard a terrifying breaking sound, and he broke off the whole wooden parquet floor. He threw the broken part and continued to break it. The movement was so big that it was crazy.

Fatty and I were both confused and didn't know what to do for a moment. The fatty man shouted, "Brother, even if it's wrong, you don't have to demolish the house."

But it was useless. When we reacted, the oil bottle had already made a big hole in the floor under the bed. At this time, I suddenly realized something. I saw him reaching his hand into the hole, and actually pulling out a black iron box from the inside and dragging it out with force.

Damn, so that's it! I got excited and climbed over, and saw a partition under the wooden floor, which was obviously a carefully designed dark grid.

It seemed that I had found the key, and I thought to myself, and immediately helped the Bottle to pull the box and pull it out hard. The box was so heavy that it was so heavy that I pulled it out like this. I was already covered in sweat. The fat man helped us lift the box up and put it on the bed.

"Fuck, what is this?" said the fat man, "Is it so heavy, is it the guy's private money?"

"How is that possible?" I said, blowing off the dust on it and looking carefully.

This is a black iron box, quite large, 1x0.5 long and wide, and looks like it can be put in a person. It is covered with rusty patterns, and it seems to be quite old. "It looks like the things from the landlords in the past, but it may still be an antique." I saw the old-fashioned twist lock on it. This box may have been something from the Republic of China, and it is very likely that it was used by wealthy families to hold clothes, or the box used by theaters to put costumes.

The oil bottle crawled out with gasps and we looked at him: "What's going on?"

He didn't answer, his eyes were confused, and he was a little confused.

It seems that he just remembered some clips, but the fact that he could remember this incident means that the box was hidden by himself. It seems that there are very important things inside. There may be clues about his background. We are all very excited. I said to the fat man: "Open it quickly and take a look."

The fat man immediately went to twist the box lock, but before he could do it, the Duoyou Bottle pressed the box with one hand and shouted, "Don't open it!"

We were startled by him, and saw that he looked pale and seemed very nervous.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He frowned and looked at the box for a long time before he said, "Don't open it, my feeling... is very bad."

"What do you remember? You can't open this box?"

Menyoubo nodded: "I don't know, but I just feel very bad. If something happens to open this box, it will definitely happen."

Looking at his face, I found that he had sweated coldly, and I couldn't help but sweated coldly on my back. He could be so nervous. What was in this box? Is it a bomb? I immediately asked the fat man to retract his locked hand.

The fat man said, "Damn, boy, don't scare me either. What did you remember?"

The penguin pinched his forehead, feeling a little painful: "I can't describe this feeling."

The fat man tickled: "Is this box not an ordinary method of opening, and has mechanisms inside? When we open it like this, we may ejaculate poison needles or venom will flow out?"

I thought it was very likely that the Metal Bottle had a deep understanding of the mechanism. This iron box was his thing, and it seemed that it had a very important thing. It was probably because it had a Mechanism. If you don’t know the trick, it would be very dangerous to open it.

This is a troublesome moment. I am so itchy, but in this case, I can't grit my teeth and say to drive it to the death. At this time, I had an idea: If the fat man's hands were faster just now, there might not be such trouble, but when I think about it, if the fat man's hands were faster just now, we might not have any trouble in our lives.

I asked the fat man to carefully help put the iron box on the table and take a closer look at its lock. This old-fashioned twist lock is actually not a lock, but an ordinary buckle. It can be opened with a light push. At our level, we can't tell whether there will be any problems behind the twist lock.

"What should I do?" The fat man was also depressed.

"It seems that we can only bring this thing back first, find a few experts, and then look for other places here. Is there anything worth noting?" I said. Looking around, there is only one way now.

The fat man knocked on the iron sheet: "Damn, then when can I get this thing be opened? Maybe it will take half a year. Or we might as well just click Agui and ask for a knife and pry it in from the iron sheet."

Before I shook my head, the oil bottle had already shaken its head. He said, "No, it shouldn't be a problem with the mechanism." As he said that, he pressed the twist lock with his extremely long fingers and tweaked it a little, "There is no problem with the lock without the feeling of the machine."

"It's not a mechanism, so why can't it be opened?"

The oil bottle shook his head. I pondered: "Is there something wrong with the things in this box?"

"What can this happen? Could it be that there is a poisonous snake inside? After so many years of lockdown, it has become a snake long ago." The fat man was a little impatient and said, "Otherwise, you all retreat. Fat master, I will come. I am a tough person. I don't believe that I can be killed by a box."

"No, it's not to mention living things, there may be any poisonous things inside. Once you open them, not only will we implicate us, but the entire village may be implicated by you." I said.

The fat man cursed and sat on the bed: "This is not OK, that is not OK, then send it to the steel mill to melt it. We all pretend that this is not true."

I felt that the atmosphere was a bit funny and weird. We rushed here from a long distance and found the house of the Manugu Bottle and found important clues. However, because the Manugu Bottle felt like it was, we didn't even dare to open the box where the clues were placed, which was really depressing. However, it was indeed not worth taking risks in this link.

I patted the fat man and told him to be less anxious. It would be better to knock on the floor again to see if there is still a mezzanine below. Look at the way the mud oil bottle breaks the floor. When the mezzanine is made, the whole wooden board was nailed to death, which means that he is not going to take out the box in a short time. The method of this hidden mezzanine is huge, and there may be more than one.

So we started knocking and playing around, but the house was empty, so no matter how we knocked, we felt that there was something under the wooden floor.

The floor of the tall wooden building is not industrial paving, but is simply built with long wooden strips. The gap between the wooden boards is very large, so the fat man lies on the ground and aims down with his eyes. The place below is usually used to raise chickens and you can see the mud.

The fat man was really not afraid of being dirty. He looked over little by little and made him covered in mud, but he had no gains. It seemed that there was only one secret.

We searched three times and checked every part inside and outside. Sure enough, the fat man patted his clothes and said, "Okay, I can't find what should be found, and what should be opened can't be opened. Let's pack up and remove it first, so as not to be suspicious. It's impossible to take a picture of a broken house for so long."

When I thought about it, I went to move the box. The fat man stopped him and said, "This thing cannot be seen. Now I move it out. When Agui sees us coming out empty-handed and moving such a big thing back, it may not be easy to explain. If the matter is spread, it may reach Chenpi Asi's ears. I think we should put the box back and find another night to move it out before leaving."

The fat man thought carefully, so I nodded, so the fat man climbed under the bed, pushed the box into the hole again, and then covered the wooden boards and straw to cover the hole.

Then I packed up the photos and files and put them in my bag, preparing to go back and check them carefully. As I was packing up, I suddenly heard the sound of knocking on the floor.

I said to the fat man, "Stop knocking, didn't you say you were leaving?"

The fat man was smoking, raised his hands, saying that he had not knocked. I looked at the oil bottle again. He was putting the boxes neatly like books, obviously he also heard the sound of knocking on the floor and looked at us.

Huh? I was stunned for a moment. Who was knocking on the floor?

We calmed down and listened carefully, and found that the sound came from under the bed, "tuk tuk", which was very slight, but very rapid.

The fat man looked at me for a moment, pinched off his cigarette butt, bent down carefully to look under the bed, and I squatted down too.

There must be no one under the bed. Needless to say, we approached the floor and found that we couldn't feel the floor vibrating. The sound was not knocking on the floor, and it sounded a bit far away. We couldn't feel which corner of the bed was in.

The fat man made a gesture, meaning: Under the floor!

I nodded and thought to myself: Did a mouse or a chicken run to the bottom of this tall wooden building? Suddenly, I saw that the broken wooden board covering the iron box had moved.
Chapter completed!