Zhou Ning and his team did not dwell on the issue, knowing that if all local facilities had been adequate, there would not be such urgency to partner with Qindao.
The group opened their backpacks, found the few disposable gloves they had, and various sealable bags, and hurried to collect samples.
As for the coffin, they tried to open it but were unable. More than a dozen people couldn't manage to pry it open, so Mr. Zhao simply waved his hand to stop everyone's efforts.
"I can see now that we really need the museum director to send someone to open it. The coffin nails haven't been removed, and there are dove-tail joints—it's too specialized and we can't damage the exterior. After all, the task of lifting it whole down the mountain is even bigger. Who knows what's inside?"
Mr. Guan came over and, rubbing his chin, said:
