Master Archaeologist

Chapter 78 Leader, Are Your Horoscopes Hard Enough?

That night, 08:30 after dinner.

Inside a workshop at the Jingzhou Archaeological Institute.

More than 20 staff members of the Institute of Archeology of the Academy of Social Sciences, wearing white coats, a dust-proof suit, and medical masks, surrounded the coffin in the center of the workshop.

The night is dark and windy, it is the most suitable for opening the coffin.

The air humidity and temperature during this time period are relatively close to the environment when the coffin was underground.

It's a bit scary to do this kind of coffin opening at night.

However, a large number of people can be courageous. The entire archaeological team has more than 20 people, and the crowds of people also dilute the suspenseful and frightening atmosphere.

After everything was ready, everyone looked at each other, and Professor Li looked at Kong Jianwen: "Then start opening the coffin?"

"Open the coffin!" Kong Jianwen nodded solemnly.

Immediately, several big men in the institute took two steps forward and began to disassemble the linen wrapped around the inner coffin.

The inner coffin is in the shape of a rectangular box, which has been measured in advance. It is 2.23 meters long from east to west, 0.71 meters wide from north to south, and 0.76 meters high.

Although it is the innermost inner coffin containing the bones, it is not small at all.

With such a large inner coffin, everyone is still looking forward to the funerary objects inside.

Layer, layer, layer.

There are far more linen wrapped around the coffin than imagined!
At first everyone thought it was only covered in one layer.

But in fact, the dismantling took more than half an hour, and a total of three layers and six layers of linen were removed, revealing the tightly wrapped coffin inside.

"Same as the outer coffin, the body of the coffin is also covered with black paint. I don't know if the same is true inside."

Kong Jianwen put his hands on his hips, carefully observed the inner coffin, and found that after the linen cloth was removed, there was no water leakage, and his mood was lifted immediately.

When the inner and outer coffins and the outer coffin were filled with accumulated water, the inner coffin did not leak, which shows that the inner coffin is very well sealed!

Otherwise, if there is a little gap, there will be water seepage.

"It seems that our luck is very good. The outer coffin is so poorly sealed, and the inner coffin can be preserved so well!"

Kong Jianwen rubbed his hands, a little excited.

He has not opened many of such intact inner coffins of the nobles of the Han Dynasty!

"Open the coffin! Be gentle!" Kong Jianwen gave several senior researchers in the institute a look.

The staff of Professor Li's Qin Han Research Office immediately took out their tools and prepared to lift the coffin.

Doctoral students like Chen Han and Zhuang Yunpeng, who only had the right to visit but not the right to operate, all stretched their necks, for fear of missing the details of opening the coffin.

"Keep your head down! You've completely blocked my sight!" Lin Ya patted Zhuang Yunpeng standing in front of her very dissatisfied.

Although she has personally opened the coffin once, Lin Ya will never get tired of such exciting things.

Even she was still whispering: "It would be great if I could get a wet corpse, and it would be even better if I could dissect it myself!"

These words made Chen Han standing in front of him feel chills down his spine.

"Well, Senior Sister Lin, this is not within our business scope."

"We are archaeologists, not forensic doctors, nor doctors. We can't dissect the corpse."

"So I can only think about it." Lin Ya glanced at her mouth with a melancholy expression.

The corner of Chen Han's mouth twitched, and from the corner of his eyes, he just caught a glimpse of the movements of several senior researchers, and quickly changed the subject: "Uh, look, the coffin is about to be opened."

No one is in the mood to chat anymore.

More than 20 archaeologists at the scene all looked at the center intently.

I saw Ban Qifeng, a senior researcher at the Qinhan Research Office, holding a wooden board in his hand, and with the help of the other two, he pried open a small crack in a corner of the coffin board.

Everyone's hearts became tense.

Suddenly, without any psychological preparation, a dark red liquid continuously gushed out from the gap.

"Fuck!"

"Blood, there is still blood!"

"It's been 2000 years, how could there still be blood!"

Everyone's heartbeats became very fast, including Kong Jianwen, everyone was startled, and quickly took a few steps back.

Zhuang Yunpeng took Chen Han's arm and kept backing away. While backing up, he was still crying, and cried out indiscriminately: "There is a ghost!"

"There is a grievance and a debtor. Even if the five doctors of the Western Han Dynasty want to complain, they should go to the leaders!!"

"If I knew it earlier, I should have stuffed Teacher Kong's business card before opening the coffin!"

"If it's not enough, put another one from Professor Li!"

"If it doesn't work, you can add an extra card!"

"To be the director of the Institute of Archeology of the Academy of Social Sciences, the horoscope must be strong enough!"

"It's a big deal, I'll go to the temple tomorrow and burn two sticks of incense for you, don't come to me at night!!"

The originally terrifying atmosphere was completely destroyed as soon as Zhuang Yunpeng's ridiculous words came out.

At this moment, Kong Jianwen didn't have the time to think about what was the red liquid gushing out of the coffin?
The veins on his temples were twitching violently, he suppressed his anger and forced out a smile: "Xiao Zhuang, when did I print my business card, why don't I remember?"

Zhuang Yunpeng, who was nervous, scared and even a little panicked, didn't notice anything wrong at all, and replied in a panic: "Tomorrow, tomorrow, I will print a copy for you!"

Now Kong Jianwen couldn't bear his anger completely, his lips were trembling, and he stretched out his hand to point at Zhuang Yunpeng angrily, unable to speak in anger.

Chen Han really couldn't listen anymore, he suppressed his smile and pulled Zhuang Yunpeng back, and said to him in a good voice: "Senior Brother Zhuang."

"We who do archaeology are materialists!"

"How can there be ghosts in this world, don't scare yourself."

"Look!" Chen Han stretched out his finger and pointed to the coffin seam where the red liquid was still leaking out, he couldn't laugh or cry: "That's just coffin fluid, not blood!"

"How could there be blood in the coffin more than 2000 years ago?"

After a short period of panic and tension, everyone took a closer look, and it was easy to see that the red liquid flying out of the coffin was not blood, but just a kind of red water.

Red water and blood are still very easy to distinguish.

Even Zhuang Yunpeng, who was the least courageous, was in no mood to discern what the red liquid was, and his scared soul was about to disappear.

However, these red liquids are not harmless to humans and animals.

As the red liquid gushed out along the cracks in the coffin, an extremely foul smell began to emanate from the entire workshop.

The smell was even more stench than the "silt" wrapped in the bamboo slips that Chen Han saw at the Jingzhou Cultural Protection Center!
A few lesbians, even though they were wearing masks to block the odor, couldn't help it, and ran out the door in three steps at a time, retching.

Only Lin Ya's complexion remained normal, holding back the smell.

"The sealing of this coffin is very good. It has not been able to get in through the air for 2000 years, which is why it smells so bad when it is opened!" Chen Han sighed.

When the coffin of tomb No. 105 was opened last time, there was basically no peculiar smell inside, only a smell similar to rotten soil, which is nothing compared to this time.

It was really unbearable to be suffocated by this smell, so everyone had to go out for a while to get some fresh air and increase the gas circulation system in the workshop.

Kong Jianwen also held Zhuang Yunpeng by the ear and scolded him severely, calming down.

Only then did the work of opening the coffin continue.

Although the inner coffin of Tomb M168 was buried earlier than Tomb No. 105, its preservation condition is much better than that of Tomb No. 105.

Under the protection of the sackcloth, the degree of decay of the coffin is not high, and it basically maintains a good hardness.

After prying open the lid of the coffin, the two researchers from the Qinhan Research Office stood directly at the east and west ends of the coffin without using the guard boards. When they lifted it hard, the coffin board was easily lifted up.

The others immediately rushed forward, wanting to witness the situation inside the coffin for the first time.

But what was unexpected was that the people who came forward first and saw the situation inside the coffin all froze there as if they had fallen into a hole in the ice, motionless.

Seeing this, Chen Han, who was originally embarrassed to compete with the seniors, immediately became curious in his heart.

"What's wrong? What did you see?"

"Let me be healthy!"

Chen Han squeezed forward nervously and with some anticipation. Relying on his height advantage of 186, he stood on tiptoe and looked into the coffin.

Then, his movements froze immediately.

An intact ancient corpse with red body but clear eyebrows and eyes occupied his entire pupil.

The big white teeth revealed by the grin of the ancient corpse made Chen Han dizzy even more.

From now on, M-168, a very ordinary tomb of the nobles of the Western Han Dynasty, will no longer be ordinary.

Even, it will cause a sensation in the world.

(End of this chapter)