The three of us went into the inner room, a row of three rooms, flanked by compartments, one with a dirt kang and New Year's paintings on the wall, and a padlock on the door of the east room. On the bed was a dead body in a red coat and red shoes, with dry skin and withered flesh, a long hair blocking her face, but it was a woman, tied up with a rope. I didn't dare to let the pointed fruit in to see, closed the door of the east room, and opened the unlocked west room, and went in to see that there were two big lay boxes with iron corners under the kang, one containing a dozen pieces of dog's head gold, and the other with guns, both long and short, in addition to Russian-made, and rifles from the Russo-Japanese War and the Japanese occupation of the northeast, but most of them had grown rus
