Only then did I realize that something had really changed around me, and the entire wall was shaking violently!
Immediately afterwards, there was a trembling feeling under the feet, like a harbinger of an imminent flood and earthquake.
Fortunately, this feeling did not last long, and the surrounding area returned to calm.
The fat man said: "It doesn't feel like an earthquake, but more like there are some giant creatures stirring around here from time to time. Could there be Antarctic lice coming from behind?"
I didn't rush to pay attention to the fat man's words. I saw some slight chromatic aberration in the center of the oval lens. This should be a very rare ore. I don't know if it has been polished to look so bright now.
I took the tip of the shovel and used an inch of force to file at the center, and a gap was opened. The ore body around this gap should be as hard as steel, but the central location seems to have been filled with some material. It is just covered with the corpses of Antarctic lice that have been there for many years. It is impossible to distinguish the slight differences without careful carving.
The tip of the shovel could only dig in three to four centimeters, but the gap clearly had its original outline. I saw that the engineer shovel in my hand was no longer useful, so I asked the fat man to take out a more sophisticated tool and dig it bit by bit.
Although the fat man has a reckless personality, when it comes to doing fine work, he has the attitude of Zhang Fei threading a needle--rough and fine.
The gap was dug out little by little, and when it hit a hard place, it continued digging in. The final groove turned out to be very much like a keyhole.
The filling taken out looks like something like truffle tar dried in the sun. It cannot withstand the digging with sharp tools. The stuff you take out is still lumpy at the beginning, and turns into powder in the end. Take a big blow and blow the remaining stuff inside. The remaining powder was rolled out.
The three people looked at this strange "keyhole", but no one had a clear idea. The inside of this keyhole looks very irregular, but it has a familiar feeling.
When the fat man saw that he had worked hard for a long time to dig out such a strange hole, and no one said anything, he suddenly became irritated, pushed the steel file to the deepest point, and asked me to pound it down with a sapper shovel. Since I had no idea, I had no choice but to do it, but except for a sharp crisp sound, there was not even a trace left on the inside of the lens.
The fat man suddenly became very angry: "This is not a huge diamond embedded in the wall! It requires a diamond to break it open! If you want to tell me, please open up, I will plant some explosives in it, and maybe we can see clearly by listening to the noise." Is the strange shadow inside a coffin?"
Using explosives in such a sensitive environment is definitely a bad idea. They should not be used unless absolutely necessary. If the wall collapses and causes a chain reaction, the three people will be buried alive in an instant.
Just as I was about to open my mouth to stop him, I suddenly heard the sound of extremely slow walking coming from the far end of the passage. When I listened carefully, I found that there were sighs in the footsteps!
At this moment, the three of them were stunned. I just felt that the nerves that had just been relaxed suddenly became tense. If I had not experienced several bizarre and strange events before, this extremely weird sound alone would be enough to make me nervous. People are completely broken.
The three of us, Fatty Long Wu and I, dared not show our anger. We could hear each other's heart beating wildly. The three of us were holding guns and copying knives. We immediately pressed against the wall and followed the sound. Looking in the direction it came from, it turned out to be the entrance we just came in from!
The fat man gritted his teeth and said: "If I haven't visited the grave for ten years, it's like a ghost has found my home! Did you hear clearly the sigh just now? How can there be any living people in this ancient tomb except the three of us? I'm afraid... .”
The fat man didn't finish his last sentence. I wanted to reply, but I found that cold sweat was dripping from my forehead. This is a reaction of the body that is difficult to control when a person is exhausted and mentally exhausted.
I thought it was terrible. Sweating profusely at this time was undoubtedly a drain on my body. The water in my body was already depleted, and it would be easy for me to faint suddenly if this continued.
The fat man saw how bad I looked and thought I was thinking of getting together with him. He couldn't help but said to me, "I'm afraid that the guy in the ant nest we pushed all the way will come back and look for us!"
The footsteps in this passage continued, like a person holding on to the wall and moving his heavy legs. I suddenly thought of the limp appearance of the transparent corpse. That kind of thing really needs to hold on to the wall if it wants to walk!
Every time I take this heavy step, my heart trembles.
Could it be that that guy was so ugly that he could still fake his body? Are you blaming us for disturbing the peace after his death and pushing his body along as a shield? Are you seeking revenge on us?
But the thought was fleeting, and something suddenly occurred to me.
I was heartbroken and said to the two of them: "Don't scare yourself first. I don't think it's the transparent corpse. Don't forget, the tongue of the corpse has been rotten into the paste of toilet paper. It can't sigh! I guess The sudden appearance of this sound may have something to do with the wall we just excavated. Maybe someone walked here slowly and slowly several thousand years ago. The natural lines in the tunnel recorded the sound of his walking and sighing. We just made a mistake. Please play this recording!"
It is common sense that sound is emitted by objects through vibration.
Why can't you hear sound in a vacuum? It's because there is no medium for sound propagation.
When we hit a stone with a wooden stick, the sound must be caused by the vibration of the wooden stick and the stone at the same time. The numbness in our hands holding the stick is an intuitive feeling of the vibration of the object, although we cannot see any change in the stone. But in the microscopic world, this stone has deformed in the moment just now, but our naked eyes cannot see the changes.
In the Forbidden City, someone saw the figures of palace maids and eunuchs from hundreds of years ago appearing on the red wall on a thunderstorm night. They moved slowly and could hear their whispers. This is nature's natural recorder.
By the same token, it would be easier to just record the sound.
It only needs to be accurately mapped into lines when the object vibrates under certain conditions. If the lines are reversed and returned to their original position through some kind of carrier over time, the previously recorded sound can be played back completely.
Phonographs and disc records that were popular in the early to mid-20th century used this principle to record the singer's voice into unique textures while singing. At this time, the hand-cranked record player is fully wound, and the steel needle on it can perfectly reproduce the beautiful singing voice recorded along the lines.
However, the heavy footsteps and the dull sighs in this secret passage were left by who in these thousands of years?
Sure enough, my guess was correct. Although the heavy footsteps continued, they began to become closer and farther away. It must be that the frequency of successful collisions was slowly disappearing.
The fat man couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "Damn it, it turned out to be a recording. This made the fat man nervous. He thought it was because the transparent guy disliked us for not burying him on the spot and came to settle a score with us. Let me tell you, this Thousands of years ago, people who had no mortgage or car loans didn't have to worry about finding a wife. Who is this? Where did all these strange noises come from? Why does it sound more sad than the one in the Big Wild Goose Pagoda?"
I didn't want to take the fat man's nonsense to heart. He just likes to talk a few words when he has nothing to do. If I don't let him say a few nonsense, I will choke him to death.
But his last sentence reminded me.
How could I almost forget? I still have a pagoda in my hand!
It seems that there is no way out, but there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. This strange keyhole seems to match the pagoda!
I immediately took out the rosary beads from the pagoda and tried to stuff them in. The fat man didn't understand when I took the pagoda at first, but he saw that I stuffed them in bit by bit. He suddenly became happy, yes, yes! How could we forget this!
But we were still too happy. The pagoda was pushed in. Although it was a tight fit at first, it was not completely tight. At the end, more than a palm was exposed at the end, as if it was stuck in it. No matter how hard it was, it could not turn left or right.
The fat man urged me to take it out quickly. He checked again to see if it was not clean, but he checked again and again and found that there were indeed no impurities in it!
Just as I was wondering, a sudden sigh appeared behind me!
I felt numb immediately, my neck was frozen, and I felt like ten thousand evil spirits were tearing at the back of my neck, but my instinct told me not to look back!
I could even clearly feel waves of hot air blowing on the back of my neck, and the sound of the interlacing of lips and teeth was more like the slow opening of the mouth of a mummy that had been dead for thousands of years.
At this moment, I just felt that my clothes were being bulged by the cold hair that stood up all over my body. I tried to get closer to Fatty and Long Wu, but I couldn't even take a step forward.
Only then did I realize that even if I wanted to shout, I couldn't. I just wanted to turn around and see what the fat man was doing. Something was already standing behind me. Why didn't this guy shoot? Is he saving bullets? This kid was also scared to death!
I was gritting my teeth and holding on, when suddenly a hand suddenly grabbed my shoulder. This hand was so powerful that I felt that my shoulder was going to be torn apart by him. Just when I was about to despair, a voice suddenly came from my ear: "Old Cao, Old Cao! Are you confused again?"
I took a deep breath and clearly felt my eyes suddenly open. The sudden shock made me very dazed. What? Did I close my eyes just now?
hiss------
Am I dreaming again?
I turned around and found that Long Wu's strong hands were holding my shoulders. He asked with concern: "Why did you fall asleep standing up?"
"No..." I was still in a daze, and I didn't know what to say.
But the weird sigh behind him just now was so real, I can guarantee that it was by no means as simple as a daydream.
The fat man said helplessly: "No, it's not that, you just fell asleep standing up. I asked you to pull the pagoda, pull it out and try to twist it, but when you raised your head, you closed your eyes and fell into a daze. You have to really push it. If you can't stop, why not take a rest, to be honest, when I saw you sleeping just now, my eyelids started to fight."
I can guarantee that I didn't feel sleepy just now, but it was true that I was physically and mentally exhausted. I suddenly realized that I had experienced something like this before, and I saw the fat man turning into a baby Gu in a trance. Am I really too tired? The body is severely overdrawn, but the brain is still struggling to support it? If this is the case, rest is undoubtedly the only option at the moment.
After a brief discussion, we decided to take a break for an hour and a half. The principle of dividing the shifts is that each person sleeps for an hour and is on duty for half an hour.
But Long Wu refused. He was not a very expressive person. He proposed to rest for an hour. During this hour, he would be on duty the whole time and only let Fatty and I have a good rest.
I could probably hear the helplessness in his words. He was the first to be poisoned, and he was also the one who desperately wanted to detoxify. Perhaps only when he saw the Longquan water could he truly relax.
The fat man didn't hesitate. He took out the jam and shared it with us. At the same time, he applied the newly taken horseshoe crab blood to Long Wu's palm to relieve the injury.
What I got was a jar of blueberry jam, which was originally meant to be eaten with compressed biscuits, but now that my mouth is dry, the compressed biscuits will undoubtedly absorb all the remaining water in us, and in this extremely dry environment When I was thirsty, the originally sweet blueberry sauce only felt extremely bitter. After a big gulp, I barely felt a hint of sweetness at the end of my esophagus.
After eating jam, there is no obvious feeling in the stomach, but more sweetness is flowing back from the stomach, passing through the esophagus, throat, and finally reaching the tongue.
There was a pop, and it turned out that I had vomited, vomiting out more than half of the entire jar of jam I had just swallowed.
The fat man was helping Long Wu delay his injuries. When he saw something blue and mushy coming out of my mouth, he tensed up and tried to get up and rush over, but he relaxed after seeing it clearly.
"Boss! Don't waste it if you can't eat it. Our possessions are very small, and in the end I'm afraid the glass jars will be treasured." The fat man looked at the things I vomited and screamed pity.
The silky taste of blueberry helped me relieve some of the painful feeling of dry mouth. I wanted to smile bitterly, but I couldn't. After resting against the wall, I realized that my physical strength had really reached its limit. It was extremely painful. What's more, along the way, there is mental pressure from the outside world, and this series of horrors that are enough to make people collapse...
