Chapter 200: Rope Language Confusion
As Wang An walked down, he counted the steps beneath his feet one by one, lighting each oil lamp he encountered hanging on the cave walls.
Soon, the interior of this massive "urn" became bright. It had to be said that the Japanese were very rigorous in their work; the distance between each oil lamp was consistently around four meters.
This ensured that the areas illuminated by the lamps connected almost perfectly, leaving no jarring visual gaps of light and shadow. Furthermore, the steps were constructed very neatly, without any unevenness or haphazard layout.
Wang An couldn't help but lament in his heart: *These non-human things, aside from lacking the humanity a person should have, are truly flawless in every other aspect! Born as humans, yet they specifically refuse to do human things; they are truly a race of livestock.*
When he reached the 112th step, Wang An arrived at the very bottom of the stone mountain's internal space. By rough estimation, the distance from the cave entrance to the bottom was about 25 meters.
After lighting many of the candles at the bottom, the internal space of the stone mountain was fully revealed before Wang An's eyes.
Overall, it was a cylindrical space that was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, as if the tip of a conical mound of earth had been flattened.
Calling it a giant inverted "urn" would also be perfectly accurate. The entire bottom area was approximately 1,000 square meters, containing many small rooms built from brick and cement. In the open areas, there were many large crates, tables, chairs, and numerous shelves.
The shelves held many bottles and jars. If he guessed correctly, these containers were filled with harmful substances. Wang An did not know Japanese characters, but based on the individual Hanzi and English letters on the labels, he judged them to be a collection of chemical supplies.
Consequently, the extremely cautious and life-valuing Wang An didn't dare touch a single one—or rather, he didn't even dare reach out his hand.
On the tables sat a heap of various instruments; there were several microscopes alone. Of course, including the microscopes, Wang An didn't dare touch any of them. Who knew what the hell these things were for? What if they were toxic?
Strangely, however, there were no pieces of paper with writing on them on any of the tables, aside from various Japanese or English books.
Finally, in a large iron bucket, Wang An discovered more than half a bucket of paper ash. Wang An was very familiar with paper ash; last time at the bend, he had personally burned several pounds of yellow joss paper.
Holding the oil lamp, Wang An pushed open the door to a small room. Glancing inside by the light of the lamp, the sight before him instantly made his blood boil and his teeth grit. He couldn't help but curse, "You Japanese, I'll fuck your mothers!"
A mummified corpse was tied to a chair, the left hand tied to the left foot, and the right hand tied to the right foot.
Ropes pulled away to the left and right, with the other ends of the ropes tethered to the walls on either side.
And facing Wang An were the corpse's crotch and upper body!
This scene was truly infuriating. Judging by the long hair, this corpse had definitely been a woman in life!
Amidst his rage, Wang An's first thought was to let the corpse rest in peace in the earth, but just as he was about to act, he restrained himself. Sometimes, certain things must be known by more people if the opportunity arises!
With a grim face, Wang An walked out of the small room and closed the door.
He pushed open the doors to the other small rooms one by one. As expected, there were several more mummified corpses. Aside from the different binding positions, without exception, they all had long hair!
Looking at these corpses while being unable to do anything, Wang An felt an immense sense of rage, frustration, and profound sadness!
He felt as if he were about to explode from anger. Even though Wang An had spent half his previous life behind bars, his mood had never been this heavy or oppressive. It was simply too oppressive!
When Wang An pushed open the door to the last small room, his mood suddenly improved—it improved immensely!
Although there were mummified corpses in this room as well—three of them—judging by their clothing and height, these three little bastards were Japanese.
Furthermore, all three had committed suicide. Before they died, they had likely knelt there and used knives to stab themselves in the abdomen, stabbing themselves to death.
Seeing dead Japanese, and three of them at once, would instantly make any Chinese person feel refreshed!
In fact, Wang An's current feeling was even more refreshing than when he was doing things with Mu Xueqing on the kang.
It is not for nothing that they say the eyes are the windows to the soul; Wang An went from an extremely foul mood to an extremely refreshed one simply because of what his eyes saw.
After all, seeing humans—especially one's own compatriots—die miserably, compared to seeing beasts commit collective suicide, the difference was like the earth and the sky. The gap was too vast!
Actually, human emotions are very simple. You are good to me, and I am good to you; that is the emotion normal people should have.
But when you live your life and I live mine, and it's perfectly fine to just live peacefully, yet you insist on robbing me—and not only robbing me, but killing my family and insulting my compatriots—then there is absolutely nothing wrong with me treating you as an eternal enemy!
Closing the door to the last room, Wang An walked toward a pile of crates in a good mood. There were 17 crates in total, large and small, arranged very neatly.
The most eye-catching was a leather suitcase, as it stood alone to the side. The suitcase was about 60 cm long, 20 cm wide, and 50 cm high, with a two-part structure.
There was a handle at the top, with buckles on either side. The entire exterior was wrapped in the same kind of leather, though it was impossible to tell which animal it came from.
However, even by the standards of Wang An's previous life, this suitcase was exceptionally exquisite and beautiful. Both the craftsmanship and the materials were remarkably refined!
Not far from the suitcase were four wooden crates stacked together. These four were identical and were the smallest of the bunch, each about 40 cm long, 30 cm wide, and 30 cm high. Each wooden crate was tightened with leather straps at the one-quarter marks of the long sides.
Next to those four were four larger wooden crates. These were also identical, about 70 cm long, 50 cm wide, and 50 cm high, stacked two by two.
Then there were two crates slightly smaller than those four, also stacked together, with dimensions of approximately 60 cm by 50 cm by 50 cm.
Finally, there were six large crates of varying lengths and sizes. These six were genuinely large; Wang An felt the two largest were perhaps slightly smaller than coffins, but not by much.
Looking at these 17 crates, Wang An felt they were full of treasures—treasures that hadn't been transported away in time!
Because aside from the leather suitcase and the four small crates, the remaining 12 large crates all had ropes tied around them. These ropes were rare cowhide cords. They were clearly packed and organized; as long as one wanted to move them, two or four people could carry them all away.
Wang An thought for a moment and decided to call the other two inside before opening these crates one by one.
Thus, Wang An yanked the rope twice, paused for two seconds, and yanked the rope twice more.
Then, Wang An felt the rope at his waist suddenly tighten. Before he could react, he was yanked by the rope and slammed hard onto the ground on his backside.