I sat down in the treasure chamber again. The atmosphere was completely different from before. No one spoke, and I didn't know whether their faces were white or green. The golden light reflected by the smokeless stove actually made me feel very disgusted.
No one asked any more questions. Everyone looked thoughtful, but I knew that they were all like me, with their minds absolutely blank.
Things are beyond our control, even the assumption that I think this is a mechanism no longer exists, we have entered an indescribable state. Any scientific reasoning has been completely invalidated after such a simple experiment.
Because no human power can make a bullet turn such a huge corner in just a few seconds.
If we want to use science to explain this phenomenon, I'm afraid even quantum mechanics may not be enough.
"This is really a ghost wall!" Shunzi's face was extremely ugly. He looked at his father standing aside, revealing a very sad and frightened expression.
I know what he was thinking at this moment. He also understood why the mummies in the jewels had such desperate expressions on their faces. In such a situation, they tried again and again, and returned to the starting point again and again, until they ran out of ammunition and food. How could they not despair? I'm afraid they had already lost all hope when they died, and still hadn't figured out any clues.
And we may be the next batch. Soon there will be four more shriveled corpses here, with the same expressions of deep despair, leaving the next victims to guess what we were thinking before we died.
The reason why I didn't despair and didn't think of this step before was because I believed that with my own wisdom, I would not be trapped as long as it was an intelligent thing like a mechanism or a trap. But now things are different. Obviously, the situation we are facing is much more weird.
"Do you want to continue?" After about ten minutes of silence, Pan Zi asked in a dry voice.
But no one answered, but several people looked in the direction of the fat man.
There were still two of our hypotheses left on the ground in front of the fat man, and the third was an idea I came up with casually: space folding.
The reason why I suddenly brought this up just now is that I suddenly remembered that when I was in the crevice of the volcano, Menyouping had disappeared in front of me for a few seconds. I was puzzled at the time, but now I think it may really be related to space folding. Because the experiment just now was so terrible, it was simply a pseudo-scientific experiment. All of a sudden, my mysterious space folding became the most likely explanation.
If Fatty hadn't listed these things out, I would have been so panicked after seeing this experiment that I would have forgotten everything.
After a long silence, the fat man said, "Okay, we've all seen it with our own eyes, so let's not talk nonsense. How do we prove the third point?"
"No! No need to prove." Suddenly Pan Zi on the side spoke again.
Pan Zi is very thorough in his understanding of things, and can always see the essence of things directly, just like when the fat man was still hoping that the tomb passage would appear, Pan Zi immediately denied it. This is also related to the fact that Pan Zi came down from the battlefield, and he thinks about problems without a trace of luck, so when I hear him speak, I am very scared, afraid that he will say a lot of facts but things that should not be said.
He just said, "There are only 6 bodies here. Let's assume that 8 people came in, so 2 of them must have left. Although we don't know how they left, if it's the third option that Young Master San said, no one could have left. So we don't need to consider it. Considering the third option is tantamount to admitting that we are dead."
The people all felt cold after hearing this, and the fat man protested: "How can you be sure that there are 8 people coming in? Maybe there were only 6 when they came in."
Pan Zi sighed and said, "Fatty, you still don't understand, it doesn't matter how many people come in."
This cannot be proven, and there is no point in arguing. I thought to myself, "It doesn't matter how many people come in now to our situation, but it is very important to our ambition. If two people succeed in getting out, then our state of mind will be completely different. We can think about how they got out, and at least there is still a little hope."
Thinking of this, I ignored them and walked over to the bodies to look at their notes to see if there would be any clues. Maybe someone would write a diary or something. If someone recorded their thoughts at the time, or recorded that someone had gone out, then at least we still have a little hope.
However, when I looked at the notebook just now, I just flipped through it roughly. There were no long texts, and the small texts were mostly account records or short messages, so I couldn't make out anything meaningful.
I wondered if these people would write when they were about to die. Maybe when they were dying, they didn't even have lights, the batteries had run out, and there was nothing to keep warm, so they huddled together in the dark. If eight people came in, when did the last two people go out? It certainly wasn't when they were awake, if that was the case, the others should have been able to go out. Could it be that they were already starving and insane, and there was no light, and it was pitch black? So after two people left, the others didn't know?
So the key to getting out is darkness, walking without a lamp?
Thinking of this, I felt a chill. I remembered that this was an ancient tomb. If I were to walk through such a long and narrow passage in the dark, it would be life-threatening.
When other people saw me looking for information, they came over and started to help me. Sitting there daydreaming is not a good idea. Sometimes you need to see something to stimulate yourself.
I thought about the fact that there would be no light in the end, so I asked them not to waste electricity and turned off all the flashlights. The remaining heating stove could also be used for lighting. We gathered in front of the stove, three notebooks and a novel, and each of us opened them, looking for clues word by word.
The notebook I flipped through had beautiful handwriting in it, and it must have been written by a woman. I flipped through several pages and saw names and phone numbers all written on it. There was also a list of guests invited to dinner and the phone number of the Changbai Mountain Hotel. There were also some simple maps drawn in some places, as well as some addresses and memos. I saw that in 1994, it seemed that this woman had been sick and hospitalized, and it was written here that she needed a follow-up visit.
Turning the page further, it was a blank sheet of paper, but I still turned it page by page, hoping that she would write something. As I was turning the pages, the fat man on the side said, "Here is a clue." He read out, "Today, I sold the last thing I brought out of the sea and got 3,000 yuan. I returned 1,500 to Lao Li to pay off the debt. This guy is a fisherman."
I smiled bitterly and shook my head, then looked at Pan Zi on the side. His notes were the thinnest, with almost nothing on them. He had already finished reading. Then I looked at Shun Zi, and saw that he was reading the novel with great interest, apparently jumping to the most passionate page before the protagonist passed away.
The fat man was displeased and snatched it away, cursing: "I asked you to find clues, but you read pornographic books. You have a very bad conscience! Confiscate it!"
As he tried to grab it, the novel suddenly fell apart and papers flew all over the floor.
I cursed and scolded the fat guy while turning on the flashlight to pick it up. Suddenly, Pan Zi said, "Hey, there's a photo here." As he said that, he picked up a yellowed black-and-white photo from the paper.
I took it and looked at it. Suddenly, I felt familiar with it. Then, I looked at it again. Suddenly, my brain buzzed and I almost fainted. This photo was none other than the photo of Uncle San and his friends at the dock before they went to the Xisha Islands! !