The flashlight shines into the bronze door, and I have completely lost the impulse I had just now. I don't know if I was shocked by the loud sound or I was excited for too long.
It was dark inside, but something could be seen, all piled up at the door, wrapped in black mud.
Fatty walked in first, turned around and said, "For me, it's a small step, but for a tomb robber, it's a leap."
"Why did you see it?" Zhang Haixing went in, she didn't hesitate, and I followed.
"Because this is God's territory." Fatty said, I thought Fatty was having a hard time feeling a little bit, but who knew he immediately answered, "Diarrhea God."
I shone my light on the inside of the bronze door and found that it was not big, or in other words, it was actually very big, but in my imagination, it was an immeasurable thing, but now, we see that there should be only a huge Just a cave.
The hole is the size of a stadium and has a very complete oval shape. Many bronze columns of varying thicknesses support the dome like stalactites. There are no rules, images are naturally formed.
The back of the bronze door was completely covered with black mud. We started to tear the mud. After tearing it open, we found that all the walls of this cave, I thought were stones, turned out to be all poured in bronze, without exception. It is full of strange patterns, very, very precise, densely packed like the lines of human skin.
"Bronze hole." Fatty murmured. "These people are really patient, how are these patterns carved."
"The pattern is a trivial matter. The problem is that there is no injection molding pattern. These bronzes are so smooth that they seem to be cast as a whole." I said.
"Is it difficult?" Zhang Haixing asked.
"It's not difficult, it's impossible." I said, "There is only one place where this craft can be made."
"where?"
"Outer space, without gravity," I said.
Of course, there are other possibilities, for example, during the construction process, people go into the red-hot caves to make brackets. If you keep sending people in, wearing protective gear, you can do something in the minutes before you get burned. But this is impossible and unscientific in common sense, because at least 100,000 people need to die to finish such a clean up of the bronze cave.
Why bother? Even the most brutal rulers are not fools.
We searched around the cave, the fat man snapped his fingers to get my attention, we turned to where he was looking and found him standing in the middle of the cave, crouching looking at something.
"What's there?" I asked, echoes dangling in the space.
"A cool thing, a super cool thing," Fatty said.