Bab 56: Baraz's disappointment and driver joy
Baraz began to carefully drive his hands in search of cracks, protrusions or some other hidden mechanisms. And Dara was thinking to himself at that moment. let there be no hiding places, I do not want to give everything I found again to them. This trip from an adventure turns into a boring job for another uncle. Restriction of the freedom of creativity.
Baraz could not find anything. Well, what will we stupidly beat at this place with a shovel? thought to himself Dara.
But Baraz just pulled out a walkie-talkie and called the driver. After 10 minutes, he panted and arrived with a suitcase and began to look curiously at the wall.
Baraz took out his glasses, he looked around the wall, grunted, the glasses were a development of the early 00s for customs officers, but now this development has already become more advanced. She could look through the walls 3 meters deep. There were tools in the box - an electric saw, an ultrasonic saw, a drill. Why is it all flashed in the head of Dar?
Baraz determined the exact location of the find, began to drill. Then he used saws ... and after 10 minutes of his work, an opening opened before the eyes of Dar and the driver. There was a cache there. But there was nothing in it except two sealed canisters of 20 liters. Judging by the markings, they belonged to the flight division of the second empire. That was based near the Pistachian mountains, near the spring of the Long Well, which lay 5 km west of the mountains. In 1956-1964, the helicopter division of the second empire was based here to conduct comprehensive research aimed at exploring the possibilities of laying a new riverbed. To transfer part of the river flow from north to south. But then they abandoned this idea. Moreover, they wanted to do river beds using small nuclear charges ...
Having removed the seal, waxed paper, polythene, Baraz sniffed a distinct smell of medical 76% alcohol. Yes ... it didn't smell like the secret of Emir's Gold, there was an elementary theft of alcohol by one of the employees. probably the Air Support Battalion. He also could not return for his treasure. Having carefully examined the cache, Baraz still found a small 5 liter wooden barrel studded with copper stripes, which from time to time oxidized into a greenish color.
The barrel was heavy. Clogged up. With great difficulty, he managed to open it. From there it carried brandy alcohol ... cloves and vanilla.
- Yes, here someone was engaged in household alchemy, it seems the pilots tried to make home-made cognac in these conditions. The driver said competently.
Baraz just tiredly waved his hand to the driver and splashed to his metal detector. The driver, asked - Mr. Colonel, and that alcohol and leave it here?
"No, of course, take it with you," Baraz said ironically through his teeth.
The driver, understood him literally and easily, grabbed tools, cans and a cask, a mysterious smile floated on his face.
Fang and Barno caught from the well - horseshoes, springs from a tractor, a couple of cans, several obscure iron plates, two penknives and a saber ephesus, heavily crumpled with rust. Nothing special, but it's fun to find something out of the water. But what was it like for people to drink this water, where such rubbish lay at the bottom? This is a purely rhetorical question of course.
Baraz, Fang and Barno scattered around the well and fort in search of some finds.
Baraz was disappointed, in this place, obviously has nothing to do with the project ... just a waste of time. Apparently there used to be a good place to rest as a soldier of the first and second empires. Nothing of value, just soldier's rubbish.
The driver lovingly hid two canisters in a jeep and took off a barrel of cognac moonshine on an iPhone. His friends wanted to test his find, they were Europeans. It was a pity he thought that this was not a real skate, then having an endurance of 70 years, one could sell it for good money!
Dara was glad that this place was not related to this idiotic project 47086_1, but he had so many hopes associated with this cipher, code. But it turned out that it was horror on the wings of the night for the researcher. As soon as he is forced to contact state organizations from the fun and adventures of treasure hunting, this turns into a bureaucratic fuss with documents. Hassle, loss of time, energy, mood. In general, one boredom. He didn't want to ever hear about this stupid project again!
Dara scoured along the dry riverbed. He remembered from archival data that the troops of the punitive detachment in 1897 passed along this channel. It would be interesting to find some coins or buttons.
A dry riverbed, usually on its banks when the river was full, loved to arrange picnics and hiding places.
Driving the coil of the metal detector, Dara suddenly saw the numbers 45 on the display and then there was a beep. Taking a bayonet knife, he made a couple of digging, checking the clods of land by Pointer Dara, he discovered a large copper coin of 1809 ... it weighed at least 34 grams. Looking in the electronic catalog, he realized that it was old Poole, the copper coin of the Shir-Ali Enlightener dynasty, it ruled from 1800 to 1824.
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