Chapter 1190 Time Flow

Chapter 119 The flow of time and ask for a monthly ticket!

"This thing is really hard..."

Under the "indextice" of Professor Meng, Zhuang Rui stood on the ladder and used tools to open several grooves on the huge golden silk nan wooden coffin for crowbars.

Of course, Professor Meng pointed out the approximate position. The place Zhuang Rui chose is definitely the best place for the combination of tenon and thon, but this nanmu is really too hard. The use of modern tools also makes Zhuang Rui sweaty.

Eight 1.5-meter-high portable alloy ladders are hung on both sides and at the head and end of the coffin.

Several people standing on the ladder are all powerful men of the archaeological team. Needless to say, Dr. Ren also stood on a ladder with a crowbar, and even Peng Fei was invited to participate in the coffin opening operation.

"Everyone is ready..."

Professor Meng commanded the action below, "After I call one, two and three, you will exert your strength at the same time. Do you understand?"

"I understand..."

At this time, the eight people standing on the ladder were a little uneasy in their hearts. They were bold because they were about to see Genghis Khan, who had left a lot of ink in the history of the world, and they were more excited and excited.

As for being timid, he is afraid of the sudden shooting of dark arrows in the coffin, and he will become the martyr of the Mongolian Khan after thousands of years.

Compared with several other nervous staff, Peng Fei was very relaxed and joked with Zhuang Rui: "Brother Zhuang, your dream is really accurate. Not only did you find the old Mongolian ghost by yourself, but you even saw it with your brothers. It's bad luck, it's really bad luck..."

Zhuang Rui took a crowbar, stuck it into the slot, and said with a smile, "Peng Fei, don't say a few words. At least this is also an emperor. Be careful that he will cheat the corpse to settle accounts with you later..."

"Well, if my buddy lived in that era, how could there be anything wrong with Genghis Khan? I'm not afraid that he will jump out now..."

Peng Fei talked nonsense with Zhuang Rui carelessly. Not to mention that he had been dead for thousands of years and had already turned into a dead man. Peng Fei had even seen the body that was half rotten and full of maggots, and he didn't care about this scene at all.

"Damn it, Peng Fei, can you stop talking? Isn't this disgusting?"

The conversation between Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei finally made the people next to them unbearable. You know, they are in a tomb. Although these are all scientific examiners who have experience in opening coffins, no one wants to wait to see a semi-rotten body after the coffin is opened, right?

"All set, concentrate your attention, and then work evenly..."

Professor Meng interrupted the conversation between several people, but he was a little disappointed with Dr. Ren. As a scientific examiner, no matter what kind of situation he encountered, he had to face it with a calm attitude.

"One, two, three, open the coffin!"

Professor Meng gave the order of eight people standing on the shelf, and at the same time pressed the crowbar down with both arms.

"K...K...K...Squeak..."

Although the coffin made of golden silk nanmu is extremely strong, it finally loosened under the power of the direction of the eight tenon and tenon connections at the same time. After a harsh squeak, the coffin slowly revealed a gap.

The wooden tenon of the coffin is much longer than that of ordinary furniture. When the coffin cover rises by about two inches, the tenon and the tenon has not been completely separated. Professor Meng quickly shouted, "Don't stop, force, force it again, and it will be picked up immediately..."

"Cock!"

After a sound that made everyone's hearts tremble, the whole coffin lid finally came out of the coffin, revealing a gap the size of a fist.

When opening the coffin this time, two CCTV reporters came to the tomb, but the height of the coffin made it impossible for them to shoot the situation inside at the first time. The two brothers were holding the camera high and desperately aimed the camera at the cracks in the coffin.

"I'm not in a hurry to shoot, Xiao Yang, bring four ropes, Zhuang Rui, you tie the cover of the coffin with a rope and lift it down with a crowbar..."

Although Professor Meng's face was also very excited, he still remembered the steps of opening the coffin. At present, it was arranged in an orderly manner. Five minutes later, the coffin cover, which was about three meters long and about two or three meters wide, was finally moved to the ground.

After putting down the coffin, Zhuang Rui quickly climbed a ladder nearby. Professor Meng climbed on a ladder. Of course, the two photojournalists were indispensable.

Peng Fei and Dr. Ren also reacted quickly. While others were still rubbing their shoulders, the two brothers also occupied a ladder. When the other few people reacted, the eight ladders had been occupied by others.

"Mom, this... How can you lie down with a living person?"

Just as several people climbed up the ladder almost inconsistently and looked into the coffin, at the end of the coffin, a CCTV reporter suddenly let out a scream, and the whole person fell off the ladder.

In addition, Wang Ji, the gold medal photographer of CCTV, did not fall off the ladder, but his whole body was also trembling, and the picture of the camera kept swinging.

In fact, it's not the reporter's timidity. After climbing the ladder, the reporter pointed his eyes at the camera's close-up lens to accurately shoot.

Who knew that under this look, a man with a golden crown, a majestic appearance, a slightly dark face, and his eyes closed was facing him, and there seemed to be white fluff in his ear. No matter how bold the reporter was, he was also scared and frightened by this eye.

"What a fucking old man..."

Just when several staff under the ladder were unclear, Peng Fei also let out a strange cry. He didn't know where he pulled out a cannon-like desert eagle and pointed to the coffin.

"Peng Fei, stop, don't shoot..."

Zhuang Rui was shocked by Peng Fei's behavior. If he had known that he would not let him come down, if the gun went off, it was estimated that he would not be able to save him. Even if he was not shot, he would be imprisoned for 20 years.

"Wood...Mummy?!"

Professor Meng turned a blind eye to what was happening in front of him. His attention had been completely attracted by the male corpse in the coffin, as if in Professor Meng's eyes, this was not a body that had died for thousands of years, but a sleeping beauty.

"Quick, point the camera at the coffin..."

"What's going on? Why can't the image be transmitted? What happened?"

"Lao Meng, what mummy, do you make it clear?"

There was a mess in the tomb. Similarly, in the ground headquarters, everyone was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, constantly calling in the walkie-talkie. They never thought that at such a critical moment, the camera would drop the chain.

In particular, the words shouted by Professor Meng stopped in the ears of the old experts, and his heart was as uncomfortable as being clawed by a cat. He was so anxious that he almost scolded his mother collectively.

Finally, after a jig of the camera, the picture gradually became clear. A man with layers of gold silk and satin on his body and a majestic face appeared in front of everyone.

This person's face is so clear that there seems to be a trace of rosyness on the dark skin of his face, just like a majestic old man in his sleep, so quiet and indifferent.

The appearance of this picture made **'s headquarters suddenly quiet. At this moment, time seemed to be still. Before the old experts could close their mouths, they stood on the spot with strange faces.

"Ah, mummified corpse, no, live corpse!"

"Oh, my God, how... how could this happen?"

"Lao Meng, this... Is this the body in the coffin?"

After more than a minute, the headquarters seemed to be frying, and everyone was roaring. It seemed that only in this way could vent the complex emotions of uneasiness, excitement and excitement in their hearts.

Before the coffin was opened, everyone had a lot of conjectures, and even imagined the appearance of an Egyptian mummy in the coffin, but they never expected that there would be an old man who seemed to be asleep.

This difference between reality and imagination made this group of experienced old experts excited. Even Ouyang Zhenwu stood up with a stunned look on his face.

......

"Gingis Khan, it must be Genghis Khan..."

Unlike those emotional people in the headquarters, at this moment, all the archaeological team members who most intuitively see the man in the coffin in the tomb have such an idea in their hearts at the same time, and it is so natural that the people in the coffin can only be Genghis Khan.

Although the people inside just lay quietly, and even their eyes were closed, the silent majesty made everyone feel a little depressed, just like an ant standing in front of an elephant.

The emperor, who ordered the world before his death, even after his death, showed a kind of domineering spirit. The murderous spirit that seemed to come out of the body made all the people facing him feel unable to breathe, and his heart was like a big stone.

Genghis Khan's closed eyes and slightly upturned lips seemed to be laughing at the world, laughing at the people who opened his coffin in front of him, or laughing at himself? In his lifetime, he was a hero, and the emperor who stepped on the world, only fell to a three-foot burial place after his death.

At this moment, even Zhuang Rui, who had seen this face, was deeply lost. It seemed that there was a mighty scene of the old man leading thousands of Mongolian iron riders to sweep the world.

At this moment, even Professor Meng, who had opened countless ancient coffins, was a little confused. He never dreamed that a corpse could bring him so many reverie.

The hissing of horses and shouting to kill seemed to echo in everyone's ears. The long river of history turned back, leading everyone back thousands of years ago, witnessing that the emperor stood alone on the high platform and receiving the worship of tens of millions of soldiers.

(: There are only 60 tickets away from the tenth place. Can't you really get these 60 tickets? In the last month of 2011, I really want to go back to the top ten. I will work hard, so please, brothers)

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