"Lan Xiaolan, do you know what nonsense you are talking about?" Hu Wenjuan laughed contemptuously.
"Everyone here is dead, and they have been dead for more than 2,000 years. How can they dance? Talking about this so late at night. It sounds creepy..." Hu Wenjuan shrugged and shuddered.
"No, Professor Bai, Senior Sister Wenjuan, come over here and take a look at me." Lan Xiaolan waved to Professor Bai and Hu Wenjuan.
Lan Xiaolan was standing in the direction that the heels of the corpses were pointing, right in the middle of the outer wall. From this angle, it seemed that every corpse was facing her.
Hu Wenjuan came up and looked around carefully: "Aren't they all lying down peacefully? How can they be dancing?"
"Look at this corpse, is this the movement..." Lan Xiaolan began to imitate the corpse's death posture by dancing and drawing strokes.
She raised her hands above her head, palms facing down, and turned her head slightly 45 degrees toward her left shoulder, looking down.
Point your left foot vertically downward with your heel raised, bend your right foot and open it, with your toes pointing towards your left knee. This is a standard dance move.
"Ouch..." Lan Xiaolan injured her foot when she fell in the bathroom while taking a shower this morning. She could not hold on for more than 3 seconds before falling to the ground.
"And look at this corpse over here..." After saying that, she immediately got up from the ground and imitated another corpse, making gestures of how a corpse was buried before death.
She imitated the movements of the corpses one by one as they were put into coffins after death. She looked so funny that Professor Bai and Hu Wenjuan burst into laughter.
"You know what, your imitation is quite vivid." And looking down from this high position, imagining the gender and age of the corpses, it really looks like a group of graceful young girls dancing in front of him.
"So they really want to dance," Professor Bai said as he carefully took notes in his notebook.
"If they were dancing, then they were most likely a group of dancers," Hu Wenjuan said. "According to this logic, they were most likely killed..."
"Funerary objects!"
"Funerary objects!" Lan Xiaolan and Professor Bai said it at the same time. It turns out that great minds think alike.
In ancient times, kings, marquises, and even some high-ranking officials had the custom of burying a large number of things they loved during their lifetime with them when they died.
Of course, there are also examples of servants, grooms, cooks, and even concubines being buried with the deceased.
However, burying living people with the dead is always a very inhumane act. Therefore, in ancient times, even kings who died during the heyday of the dynasty generally would not be buried with living people.
This group of innocent dancers looked like ordinary innocent people. Using the lives of ordinary people for burial was an extremely inhumane practice that was rare in ancient times.
If there is, it will definitely be recorded by someone with ulterior motives and condemned by thousands of people in the future.
Professor Bai finished recording, pushed up his glasses, and continued, "Then the question arises: who were they burying alive with? Who is the owner of this tomb?"
"We must find this man!" Seeing the twelve innocent young lives lost more than 2,000 years ago, Lan Xiaolan was extremely sad and filled with hatred.
Faced with Professor Bai's questions, Lan Xiaolan and Hu Wenjuan both fell into deep thought.
Every archaeologist is essentially familiar with the history of China over the past 5,000 years; this is a fundamental professional quality. If such an inhumane act were truly committed by a king or a powerful figure, there should be traces left in history.
But after thinking for a long time, neither of them, including Professor Bai, could come up with a clear answer.
So, who is the owner of this tomb? It has become a mystery here.
Lan Xiaolan jumped down from the wall where she had just "watched the corpse dance" and jumped into the grave pit.
She picked up a shovel and started banging on the wall.
"Bang bang bang... bang bang bang..." She knocked on every place carefully, with a very small interval each time, knocking a little bit, and moving it away a little bit.
"Bang bang bang..." Not here.
"Bang bang bang..." Not here either.
"Dong, dong, dong..." Wait, here. Lan Xiaolan heard a strange sound and knocked on the same spot repeatedly. Then she repeatedly compared the knocking sounds with the surrounding areas.
"Dong, dong, dong," this place is indeed different. Lan Xiaolan made a mark and called Professor Bai and Hu Wenjuan to tell them about her discovery.
"There seems to be a tomb chamber inside." Lan Xiaolan boldly expressed her guess.
"But we can't just chisel away at this location," said Professor Bai.
"Why?"
"The direction of this wall is closest to the foundation of the construction site's load-bearing columns. If we continue digging in this direction, there is a high possibility that the foundation of the bridge's load-bearing columns will be disturbed."
"Furthermore, the earth's crust has evolved over thousands of years, so it's normal for cracks and gaps to appear where the wall meets the soil, even gaps as small as a palm or a fist."
"Moreover, judging that there is a tomb here based solely on the sound is very one-sided." Professor Bai questioned Lan Xiaolan's opinion.
"In that case, let's first communicate with the construction company on the construction site to see if there is a proper solution. If there is another tomb chamber here, then it is very likely the tomb of the tomb owner!"
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