The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 379 - 304: Counterfeit

"Who is it? Cut it out, or I’ll burn this place down!" Regardless of whether the other party understood Chinese, I seriously threatened.

The tomb chamber was pitch black, with only the light from my headlamp shining. My gaze was fixed on the coffin, staring at the female corpse to see if there was any change since earlier.

The position she was lying in... unchanged. Arm position... unchanged. Hair position... not? No, it’s changed!

Earlier, her hair was resting behind her shoulder, now a strand of hair has fallen to the front.

"Oh, playing 1-2-3 Wooden Man with me, huh?" I walked back to the coffin, raising my hand with the intention of delivering two punches to her stomach.

But before my fist could make contact with her, she suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist.

"Hey, turns out you’re pretending... can’t move." I meant to say she was playing dead, but upon reflection, she was truly dead; she just pretended she couldn’t move.

I tried pulling my hand back. After two attempts, I still couldn’t retrieve it. Initially, her hand was ice-cold, like metal, but as her eyes opened, her pupils adjusted, and her body emitted a faint sound of mechanical motion, her body temperature gradually increased, until it rose to just below human temperature.

This thing isn’t human, its pupils differ from humans too, resembling large-diameter colored lenses in pink cherry blossom designs, the irises could even rotate.

I was curious just moments ago. Its skin felt exceptionally smooth, soft, as if touching a realistic rubber doll.

Baozi had recommended a realistic baby doll to me, even took me to the mall to feel it. I felt nothing; a dead thing is just a dead thing, much like this thing here.

"Made to resemble humans, it should have some intelligence. I’m warning you, let go now." I pointed at the wrist it held.

The simulated female corpse didn’t make a sound, those pink eyes looked at me, tilting its head as if analyzing or examining something.

There are no words in this tomb chamber, but since it’s within Kangaroo Country territory, it surely isn’t in Chinese, perhaps not even in foreign languages, instead a much older language.

It clearly didn’t understand me, then curled its lips into a smile.

Hmm, a smile full of foolishness.

Is this using emojis when language fails?

I glared at it, pointed again at the wrist it held, then made a gesture with my five fingers spread open.

Sure enough, it mimicked my gesture, spreading its five fingers, allowing me to quickly withdraw my wrist. There’s no need to hurt it for just this. I stepped away from the coffin to avoid being grabbed again.

I’ve checked all the walls, no hidden mechanisms or secret doors. The foreign female corpse brought along Doctor Du, surely wouldn’t hide themselves in the coffin; the coffin couldn’t accommodate them.

There’s nothing else within this tomb chamber—no funeral objects or relics; was my previous assumption wrong?

If the coffin contained the corpse of some creature, even if it was just a worm, then this room could still be considered a tomb chamber.

But the coffin holds a... robot?

Then this place shouldn’t be called a tomb chamber; it should be a storage room, and the coffin isn’t a coffin, just a box for storing a robot.

There are pet cemeteries in this world, but seemingly no robot graveyards.

Avoiding the one in the box, I retreated to the doorway, wanting to quickly leave; Doctor Du has yet to be found, I can’t waste time here.

But as I stepped to the threshold, someone pushed against my back. The force was immense, causing me to lose balance, crashing straight toward the stone box.

Speed coupled with force, if I collided with the stone box now, it might crack open.

In the blink of an eye, the simulated female corpse extended both arms, catching me.

If it were human, such force couldn’t be withstood; at the very least, it should have been knocked back into the box with me.

Yet it didn’t, it remained seated, unmoved within the box.

As if I were a cotton pillow tossed by someone, this time it didn’t hold onto me, catching then releasing me, its movements stiff yet gentle.

I turned back to look at the entrance, only to see the female corpse dragging Doctor Du inside. How did they arrive later than me?

With perplexity in my heart, I called out twice to Doctor Du, who was half-lying on the ground, being dragged like a dead dog by the female corpse.

"Well, okay, you dared to push me!" Hands on hips, I mimicked the common techniques used in TV dramas by rural women challenging each other, waving turtle fists as I charged at the foreign female corpse.

Staying true to the principle of using physical force, not Karmic Fire, I conducted precise strikes using primitive physical attacks.

Her ten fingers were claw-like, dropping Doctor Du, stepping forward, and the two of us grappled for ten-odd seconds. I reckon, in those few seconds, we must have exchanged moves dozens of times; I could even see the shadow of our movements.