dmims What is Chapter 562?
What is Chapter 562?
After coming up, Chaosheng immediately took off his mouthpiece and goggles. He lay his upper body on a big rock beside the pool, and he looked very uncomfortable.
I was about to ask what was going on when Douyazi suddenly grabbed me and said, "Let him take a break first. Don't touch him."
After lying on the rock for about two minutes, Chaosheng slowly raised his head. I saw that his face was pale, his eyes were red, and there was blood around the philtrum of his nose. There was also blood on his left ear.
Looking at the airbag nearby, it was damp and full of water. I wondered how the drifter had gotten in underwater. The airbag was still tightly tied, and I didn't know if he was dead or alive inside.
Chaosheng took off his diving suit, and then he took off his pants. He walked quickly to the side, supported himself with his hands, and stood upside down on the rock with his feet.
Every time he inhaled and exhaled, he seemed to use all his strength, and his breathing rate dropped to about ten times a minute.
Chaosheng suddenly called me over to help him punch a few times.
I didn't understand and asked him for confirmation again and again.
"Fengzi, get out of the way. I'll do it!"
"here?"
Douyazi pressed his left rib and asked.
Chaosheng, still in the handstand position, nodded.
Douyazi gathered all his strength and punched forward!
After five or six consecutive punches, Chaosheng suddenly fell to the ground and started coughing violently.
I hurriedly patted his back.
After coughing for a while, Chaosheng raised his eyes and said, "Okay... okay, it's not a big problem. It's really too deep. That place underneath is not naturally formed at all. It seems... it seems like a deep hole formed by mining rocks a long time ago."
After listening to this, the head frowned and asked, "Have you found out the whole story?"
"I didn't get to the bottom, he's there." Chaosheng pointed at the airbag and said, "Don't touch him for forty minutes."
At this time, Lao Zhang frowned and said, "Forty minutes is not enough. I estimate we have to wait at least an hour. The depth of this water hole must be beyond my uncle's tolerance. He has completely entered the state of respiration. The last time I saw him like this was ten years ago."
Douyazi immediately said, "Maybe I'm just ignorant. In my entire life, this is the first time I've heard of someone being able to decompress underwater for an hour. The air bag is tied shut. Are you sure the person is still alive? Don't you want to open it a little to let some air in?"
"He's fine! I'm sure of that! You're not from the Southern School, so there's a lot you don't know. My uncle's technique is a secret, just like holding your breath to observe a city."
Douyazi rubbed his face and said, "Then wait for an hour. I hope the person is still alive."
Lao Zhang spoke firmly, but I could tell from the expression on his face that he was also very worried about the drifter. After all, he had been trapped inside and no one knew whether he was dead or alive.
I asked if I could take a closer look?
"You can look, but don't touch."
I nodded.
I walked over and squatted down, standing ten centimeters away from him, and turned on the flashlight.
"Look, he seems to be holding something in his arms. What is that?" Xiaoxuan said nervously.
Let's bring Tou and Douyazai over to see too.
Through the dim light and shadow, you can see that the drifter is indeed hugging something inside. Because his arm is blocking it, it looks like a board at first glance, but when you look closely, it looks like a piece of clothing.
Douyazi's face changed. He said, "This might be what the underwater camera captured. It's over, it's over, damn, what a loss! This is definitely not golden armor! How can there be such a light golden armor?"
"Shut up! How can you be sure it's not the real thing if you haven't seen it yet? I've never been wrong about anything."
"The problem is, Fengzi, you haven't seen the real thing! That golden armor is all just a figment of your imagination!"
Old Zhang frowned and said, "Don't make a fuss! You'll know soon, won't you?"
Maybe because I looked unhappy, Xiaoxuan comforted me and said it was okay, we were just gambling, and winning or losing was normal.
I clenched my fists silently.
The underwater photo I took before was very blurry. Could it be that I was really mistaken?
It was still daytime outside, but the light inside the cave was so dim that it was as if it were night. We placed all our hopes on this one.
As time passed, Douyazai walked back and forth in front of me, and I felt equally uneasy.
I told the leader about the strange checkered pattern I accidentally discovered underwater, and I also shared some of my guesses.
He raised his head and said in a deep voice, "Yunfeng, what do you think that pattern resembles most?"
"box."
"What is that box for?"
"What else can it be used for? It's for storing things. Boss, do you mean it represents treasure? It's not that simple, right?"
He frowned and shook his head, saying, "Sometimes we should think in simple terms. In the past, many people were illiterate, so simple and clear patterns like this make it easier for people to understand the meaning at a glance."
"Boss, if this mark implies the rebels' treasure, then there are at least six places in Qiandao Lake that have it. Could it be that all six places contain treasure?"
He shook his head, "That's impossible, but I'm sure we'll find out soon."
"Boss, there are actually a few questions that have been bothering me."
"Based on the evidence we have now, the legend of the hairy watermelon dates back a long time. Back then, there were no immigrants, the hydropower station hadn't been built, and Qiandao Lake hadn't yet formed. If the hairy watermelons were in the Xin'an River at that time, how did they all end up here?"
The headman said, "According to the county annals, there was a reservoir outside this cave forty years ago. Is it possible that the former reservoir was connected to the Xin'an River?"
"I know, it's called Laolong Reservoir. Judging from the terrain, it shouldn't be connected."
"There's something else I can't understand. The new edition of Chun'an County Chronicles published in the 1990s didn't even mention the reservoir. Not even the source of the Zukeng was mentioned. It was as if all the information about this place had been erased."
"When we first discovered this cave, the entrance was covered with iron sheets, and the passage leading deeper into the cave was sealed with iron bars. How do you explain this?"
I whispered, "Chao Sheng's great-great-grandfather, that was a master of the Southern School from over a hundred years ago. Why did he die here? Was he robbed by his accomplices? Or was he murdered by someone else? If he was murdered, then logically his body should have been burned or buried somewhere hidden in the cave. Why was he bricked into the wall?"
"Hey boss, are you scared?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"Ghosts! If they were human, how could they have driven all the hairy watermelons from Xin'an River here? Perhaps it's really like what you said, Captain. We can't see them with our naked eyes. They are the ghosts of the rebels, the ghosts of those who died in vain in the war."
He suddenly smiled. He looked at me and said earnestly, "Yunfeng, the ghost I'm talking about isn't invisible. It's just hiding on purpose. It's also hiding the secret from back then. We just haven't found its hiding place yet."
At this time, Chaosheng came over and sat next to me. He looked tired and asked me for a cigarette.
"There's no hope. I can't get it back."
"What can't be found?"
"The statue that was passed down from our Xie family."
I didn't know how to comfort him.
The statue of the arrogant god is a family heirloom of the Jie family and also a token of the Southern School. It is definitely not something that can be measured by money.
"Chaosheng, don't be sad. I believe your grandfather wouldn't blame you in the afterlife. Perhaps the statue belongs here."
He turned to me and asked me why I said that.
I pointed at the pond and said, "This place is awful. The sun never shines year-round, and the water is filled with ghostly spirits. Those hairy watermelons won't pose a threat to you, but if they flow into Qiandao Lake, the consequences for ordinary people will be disastrous. Perhaps the ancestral statue of your Xie family is spiritual, so it's deliberately keeping you from finding it. It's willing to sink to the bottom of the water forever, becoming a talisman to suppress those ghosts."
After hearing this, Chaosheng smiled bitterly and said, "You are quite good at comforting people. Forget it. I don't want to think about it anymore."
At this moment, I heard someone on the other side shout nervously:
“Uncle!!”