I rubbed my face and said to Fatty, "We have to think about this in a different way."
Fatty said: "Quickly change, you can change, I'll change your mood first, you change the way of thinking."
I said: "All the basis for our thinking now comes from our previous experience. We have experienced too much before, and we always associate what we have seen with this place, hoping that everything is one, right?"
The fat man nodded and said that no one wanted to do it for such a long time. He found that what happened here has nothing to do with what we experienced before. The little brother just came here to escape the summer and get rid of harm or something.
I said, "This way we're going to skip countless details and savagely make connections between a lot of things, for example, when I see a lot of boxes here, I wonder if it's the same as the other one I've seen before. Meteorites are the same. This is forcibly linking our thinking from A to Z, we don't know how many points have gone through between A and Z; this way we will form a very bad simple way of thinking, that is— —Because Z is like that, so is A."
"You college student, give me a shit for Fat Master." Fatty said, "Can you speak human words, who can understand you?"
"Let me give an example." I said, "If you think about it the other way around, if the holes on the meteorite below the West Queen Mother City are artificially dug, not natural, then these patterns here will not be marked at all. The pattern of the holes, but the pattern of where the holes are to be dug."
Fatty frowned, and I continued: "This is just an example, but it tells us that if we think about it this way, there will be absolutely no results, we must discard all previous experience and start from here itself. Come to think about the problem, and you won't go astray."
Fatty obviously still didn't understand, but he said, "Do what you think is right for you. How can you start from yourself?"
"Start to infer from the absolute facts that have happened." I'm a little bit into a preaching state, "We don't have many absolute facts now, only one thing that can be basically confirmed is that my blood can flow on these patterns and form There are regular patterns. That is to say, the people who carved these patterns used special techniques to make this phenomenon possible. At least the people who carved these patterns have a far deeper understanding of this blood than we do. ."
"Agreed. But what I said is nothing." Fatty said.
"Who knows this kind of blood far better than us? Where did our concept of this kind of blood come from?" I pointed to my wound, "Brother Zhang, there is no doubt that these patterns It has something to do with the Zhang family."
"This kind of blood shouldn't necessarily be found only in the Zhang family. You have it too. Isn't your surname Wu? This thing can be acquired the day after tomorrow."
What the fat man said made sense, I sighed and said in my heart: Now we know that we have a direction to explore, which is the origin and characteristics of this unicorn blood, so we can carry out the second step. inferred. I think Zhang Haixing should know something, and you can ask her later.
The fat man said: "Also, what you said so far, it's still a nonsense."
I said: "Reversely, only people with unicorn blood enter this hole to see what these lines are. The information displayed, can it be considered that one of the functions of these lines is the identification of identity."
"agree."
"However, for general identity, we can use a more dexterous method. For example, we can make an organ only as big as a washbasin. Why is the entire pattern all over the cave itself? There must be a reason for such a large amount of work. to support."
"Didn't you say that there were no reasons for many of the actions of the ancients? Maybe it was to show off the strength of their craftsmanship!"
"This kind of behavior is generally to please the ruler. For example, the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang is to please the first emperor. The craftsmen themselves will not make a thing too exaggerated. Many masters of jade carving will create carvings with terrible details, but even if It's them showing off their skills, and it's just something that can be done within their own capabilities, and they will definitely show it off. These lines in such a deep mountain must not be done by one person, but by a group of people to complete an extremely beautiful thing. , whose purpose must have been to please someone."
"So, the owner of this place, the owner of those craftsmen, is someone who likes cumbersome patterns?" Fatty summed it up for me, "Or, this design has practical uses. Wait, I need to remember."
Fatty believes in bad writing, so he took out that notebook and wrote down the possibilities I said, and one inference is divided into two directions here.
I continued: "If it is a matter of personal preference, there should be very few people in this world who like to go to a place, create a beautiful room, and then walk away by themselves, even if there is such a person, it may not be so coincidental that he has this This kind of strength and ability. So we can infer that this person did not want to build this place to play, it is useful for him to build this place, and he will definitely come here often, and even stay in it."
Having said that, Fatty and I both looked back at the place where the man was slaughtered.
"Bingo, is this guy?"
"Not necessarily, because this guy has turned into skin after being locked up here." Fatty said, "Huang Laoxie even froze his wife, this thing is locked, maybe it is a beautiful cell, there is a special pervert here. The toast likes to capture his enemies and lock them up here and watch them rot every day."
"The third fact is that the state of the corpse here is very abnormal, not an ordinary corpse. Then there are two possibilities: one is that this person is not normal at all; the other is that this person came here after , it started to become abnormal."
"There is still no way to prove it. Even if we find a corpse, we don't know how long it will take for this change to occur. I think this corpse has been here for a long, long time. Moreover, it was all mud at the time. , We don't know if those black things are the reason for the change of the corpse."
I nodded, and suddenly found that at this point of the analysis, a conclusion had begun to emerge: "Where did the mud come from? Is there any place where mud could seep into it?"
Fatty shook his head. In fact, this kind of mud is not real mud at first glance, but more like a kind of coffin liquid, and we have not seen this thing anywhere, and this place is completely closed. That is to say, the mud itself was poured in by the people who built it. Whatever it was, it must have been poured into it before the bronze door was closed, and then it was sealed.
Several facts put together, first, after this place is established, it cannot be re-entered. At least, it is very inconvenient to enter. So it wasn't built for admiration or showing off. It's a one-off.
Second, these lines will be completely covered by the mud, so they are not ornamental. It also proved to be a one-off. And why pour in all this mud? Is this a place to store mud? Why build such a beautiful place to store mud? If this is a storage place, then it is obvious that the pattern inside must be helpful for storage, otherwise a warehouse is not so awesome.
No one in Chinese history has built such an awesome warehouse.
In any other way, these muds are not there for storage, they are supposed to serve the place.
Third, there is a corpse that has undergone a very strange change, and there are organs around the corpse.
"This is an ancient tomb." I patted my forehead and said, "My God, this is a tomb."
Enclosed space, beautiful interior patterns, a corpse and organs set around the corpse.
In a way, this is an ancient tomb.
"Is this mud coffin liquid?" Fatty said, "The coffin liquid poured in to protect the corpse? Then, why did the tomb owner lock himself up?"
I took a deep breath and said, "It's not this corpse that's buried, but the thing inside the corpse. This is a human slaughtered coffin. Someone stuffed the real corpse into this person's body."
"Then there's no need to lock it up—Damn it, could it be..." Fatty jumped up, "When the corpse was encased, this man was still alive?"
"They stuffed a dead thing into a man's stomach, locked it in here, poured it in mud, sealed it up, and used a living man as a coffin, for what?"
Of course for the dead thing.
However, the corpse was empty when we saw it, and the contents of his body were no longer there.