In the other three warehouses we just looked at, there was nothing else except those iron racks, but in this warehouse there were actually these broken wooden boxes, which was obviously something was not right.
The most important thing is that the things that can enter these warehouses must be some valuable treasures, otherwise the devils would not have gone to such great lengths to build this base. I am afraid that in this base, gold is the least valuable thing.
So what's in these broken wooden boxes?
Yang Jing walked over and found that there were four small wooden boxes in total. The boxes had been rotten beyond recognition and the lids were open. Yang Jing looked down and found that there was nothing else in the boxes except some rotten straw.
This is rather strange. There is nothing in the box? This is very wrong. Because according to Yang Jing's observation, in those emptied warehouses, apart from those iron shelves, there is almost nothing else to be seen. This should be because the Japanese used to move things along with the outer packaging, because those items with outer packaging must be very valuable antiques and cultural relics. Only those precious metals that are not afraid of being bumped or dropped will be placed on those iron shelves.
That is, if these four boxes had previously contained porcelain or other precious cultural relics, they should have been moved away along with the boxes. And the rotten straw left in these four boxes clearly proved that these four boxes were indeed the packaging boxes for some precious antiques, but the contents were gone, so why were these four boxes still there?
Yang Jing tried to pull away the rotten straw in desperation, but his hand suddenly touched something hard.
"Hmm?" Yang Jing subconsciously retracted his hand and squeezed out a question from his nose.
"Is there something inside?" Yang Jing was a little bit unbelievable, but the touch from his fingertips just now was definitely not the touch of the wood of the box, but more like the coldness of stone.
He stretched out his palm and pushed aside the rotten thatch, but a skull suddenly appeared in front of him and scared Yang Jing so much that he almost jumped up.
Under the light, a gray-white skull was half covered by rotten straw, but two black eye sockets were exposed, staring at him straight.
Faced with such a strange situation, Yang Jing, who was completely unprepared, was frightened to the point of almost jumping up, and all the hairs on his body stood up.
"His sister... pockmarked people are not called pockmarked people, what a rip-off!" Yang Jing shook his head and couldn't help spewing out a string of curse words. It was really a shock just now. Who the hell would have thought that there was a skull in this shabby box? Fortunately, his heart was good. If it was someone with a heart problem, he would probably have had a heart attack.
"What fucking bad luck!" Yang Jing spat and cursed, then kicked the wooden box as if to vent his anger. As a result, the wooden box finally died under this kick.
Looking at the scattered wooden box and the skull rolling on the ground at his feet, Yang Jing couldn't help but laugh. He shrugged his shoulders and was about to turn around and leave, but he didn't know what happened. Although his body turned around, his head suddenly turned back.
Yang Jing's neck made a clear "crack" sound, as if his cervical vertebrae were protesting against his master's unbridled destruction.
However, Yang Jing could no longer care about his cervical vertebrae at this time. Although his neck was a little painful, it seemed nothing compared to the skull in front of him.
There was no other reason. When Yang Jing just turned around, a thought suddenly crossed his mind: "No, this skull is not right! This doesn't look like a normal skull!"
Yang Jing had seen many skulls. In the cave in Siberia alone, he had seen quite a few skeletons, so Yang Jing was definitely familiar with human skulls.
Because of the shock just now, Yang Jing did not realize that there was anything different about the skull that suddenly appeared, but when he was about to turn around, he suddenly realized that the skull in front of him seemed to be shorter than a normal human skull.
When he turned around and looked at the skull carefully again, Yang Jing realized that this skull was really different from ordinary skulls.
This is a bit strange. The skull is the hardest bone in the body - teeth are not bones, so they don't count. And the skulls of people are basically the same, even if they are mentally retarded, there will not be any major changes in the skull.
However, the skull in front of him was very different from ordinary skulls. The biggest difference was the length of the skull.
This skull is about 4 to 5 centimeters shorter than a normal human skull. Most importantly, the parietal bone of this skull is much shorter than a normal human skull, and the mandible is also shorter than a normal mandible.
This makes the skull look a bit weird. Although skulls are not good-looking no matter how you look at them, if you really look at them, the skull in front of you is really much uglier than a normal skull - well, it looks like the skull of an underdeveloped person who died.
How could there be such a skull in the world?
Yang Jing pulled the skull in disbelief, but the touch from his fingertips almost made him jump again.
"No, there's something wrong with this skull!" Yang Jing cried out. The feeling from his fingertips made him realize at once that this skull was definitely different from ordinary bones. The touch from this skull made Yang Jing actually feel like he was touching stone.
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