pappabearbooks Chapter 1180: Night of Lightning and Thunder
Chapter 1180: Night of Lightning and Thunder
Lin Ran opened his wallet, and there was only some change in it.
This was the wallet he used to store his business cards. He took out Fang Xiaohai's business card and handed it to the village chief.
The village chief didn't know many words, but he saw the words "Investigation Bureau".
Lin Ran took advantage of the situation and explained: "The one we came to rescue was the team member who came to investigate the situation of the ancient tomb. He had lost contact with us for two weeks. When we learned that he was here in the end, we followed him."
"Actually, we have been keeping an eye on this organization for some time. They should still be trapped in the tomb. I hope you, village chief, can tell me the specific location of the ancient tomb. We will bring them all to justice."
If someone came to rob the tomb, the villagers would definitely not be happy and would be hostile.
But if it is said that they are here to investigate the situation of the ancient tomb, the hostility of the villagers will decrease.
Sure enough, the village chief's attitude softened a lot.
He sighed: "Well, actually I don't want this, but tomb robbers always die near our village, which makes the villagers panic. Can you understand?"
The village chief's final rhetorical question represented a clear softening of his attitude.
"Understandable." Lin Ran quickly agreed.
The village chief opened the iron door and asked them to come in and sit for a while.
Lin Ran and A Ming breathed a sigh of relief. The village chief was indeed an insider. It was much more convenient and faster than searching aimlessly on their own.
When we arrived at the village chief's house, it was the only stone house in the village, but it was also very dilapidated.
The only furniture placed in the house was a wooden table and an old waterwheel with some tea sets placed on it.
To describe it as penniless is absolutely not an exaggeration.
The village chief also knew that they liked to be clean, so he took out the hot water bottle, soaked the bowls for a while, and then poured them a cup of hot water.
He sat across from him, took out his dry tobacco pipe, and took a puff.
"Our history is more than 200 years old. I have been living in the village since I can remember."
"At that time, there was a very special phenomenon in our village. Whenever there was thunder, there would be a roar from the ground, as if the gate of hell had opened."
"Many people in the village are afraid. After they were allowed to go out to work, many young people left the village, so you can see a sparse population, mainly old people and children."
Lin Ran understood the situation described by the village chief very well.
This is not just the case in their village. After a while, most villages will follow the same path.
Young people yearn for life in big cities and do not want to live in mountain villages.
However, it is difficult for them to gain a foothold in the city, so they can only leave their families in their hometowns, hoping to become successful one day and then pick them up.
However, if the older generation has lived on a piece of land for a lifetime, even if it is a bit harder, they will not want to leave in the end.
Returning fallen leaves to their roots is a simple concept in Chinese culture.
Lin Ran was in a trance as he thought about it. When he came back to his senses, the village chief came to the waterwheel and started rummaging around the old waterwheel runner.
Finally, a worn map was taken out.
Shaking the ashes off, he said to Lin Ran: "Six years ago, after a heavy rain, Lao Li in the village discovered the entrance to the ancient tomb. He was so frightened that he was sick for several days. .”
"The village organized people to investigate, and finally found a tombstone with a word that had been completely worn away. We are not like tomb robbers and dare not open the tomb privately. Maybe it belongs to someone's ancestor."
"We just cleared the weeds next to the tomb and burned some paper money. We hope he won't blame us."
"But after a while, many strange people appeared in the village."
"Their target is that ancient tomb. This situation must have lasted for three years."
"During this period, people kept approaching the ancient tomb, and then his whereabouts were never found."
"Although they are not villagers of this village, the villagers will be dissatisfied if they always die at the gate of the village."
"So the village is not very friendly to outsiders."
The village chief put the map on the table and said, "We got this from a tomb robber. When we saw him, he had wounds all over his body. He was already dying, and he kept talking nonsense. .”
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lin Ran suddenly felt bad.
"He spoke a dialect that I couldn't understand at all." The village chief shook his head.
In fact, his Mandarin was not standard, and Lin Ran had a hard time listening.
Moreover, dialects vary greatly between regions. Even a knowledgeable person like Lin Ran cannot guarantee that he can understand the local language.
"I'll leave the map to you, and no one will come here again."
The village chief pushed the map to Lin Ran, "I hope you don't go to the tomb. If you have to go, try to come back alive. I just hope that an archaeological team will come to investigate. If the things inside can make the village richer, it would be better. If No, and I hope you won’t cause any more trouble to us.”
He finally made up his mind, handed the map to Lin then, looked at the sky outside, and saw that it was going to rain again.
"If you go exploring on a rainy day, be extra careful because there are monsters in the river."
Lin Ran and A Ming looked at each other and got quite a lot of information.
They thanked the village chief endlessly, but the village chief just waved them away.
In the end, Lin Ran gave the village chief 20 yuan as a thank you fee.
Left with the map.
The village chief looked at their leaving figures and sighed: "You are still young, there is no need to stay here."
He shook his head and closed the door.
At this time, a villager passed by the village chief's house.
He looked into the yard doubtfully.
Holding the map, it was already raining lightly from the sky.
Moreover, the sky is marked with flashes of light from time to time. At the junction of spring and summer, it is really the season when thunderstorms and storms rage.
This is not good news for everyone living in the wild.
The truck was in an open area and would have been an easy target for lightning if there were no taller trees around it.
Lin Ran quickly returned to the car and asked A Ming to drive the car to a low ground.
"Wouldn't it be easier to get flooded?" A Ming was puzzled.
It is impossible to go back to the village now, not to mention that the villagers do not welcome them, and if they go back, they will not be able to go out tomorrow.
Thunder and lightning rains come in waves in summer. As long as the heaviest storm has passed, they can go to the ancient tomb to investigate.
"Lightning protection is more important." Lin Ran said.
The truck is a big thing in the wilderness. When there is lightning and thunder, the ions between the sky and the earth are unstable. If it collides with a metal object, it may cause lightning.
They were hiding in the car. If they were hit by lightning, they would definitely not survive.
Just after they parked their position, a downpour suddenly came.