I still had internal injuries, and when I looked at it, I almost vomited blood, which scared the other people. Pan Zi and the others had never seen this photo. Although they had heard me mention it, they didn't recognize it when they saw it, so they found it very strange. Fatty hurriedly drew my blood and asked me what was going on.
I picked up the photo while shaking, and pointed out Men Youping and Third Uncle in the photo to them. As soon as they saw it, the other people's faces turned even uglier than mine, and no one could say a word.
I simply couldn't believe this was real. I turned around and looked at the several mummies on the side, my heart was in a mess.
This photo would not appear on irrelevant people. Could it be that the mysterious team that entered Changbai Mountain ten years ago and was trapped here was actually the group of people at the bottom of the sea? Are these mummies Wen Jin and Li Sidi and others?
I flipped the photo with trembling hands and saw a line of blurry words on the back: Xisha Archaeological Team, a souvenir from Li Sidi.
It seems to be correct. It is unlikely that someone else brought this photo here. The person who brought this commemorative photo should be the person involved... No wonder Uncle San couldn't find them, it turns out they had died here a long time ago!
Their clothes do match, and there are photos, but why did these people come?
Did they find something in the underwater tomb and attract them to Changbai Mountain?
Wait, that's not right. I suddenly thought of Third Uncle and Monk Oil Ping. Oh my God, almost everyone in the underwater tomb is now in Yunding Palace. This group of people came here ten years ago, and Third Uncle and Monk Oil Ping also arrived recently. Why on earth did they have to come here?
The mysteries that had been forgotten in my heart suddenly revived, and countless questions flooded into my brain.
Pan Zi and the others didn't know about Uncle San's past, and they were even more shocked than me when they saw the photo, so I had to patiently explain it again. The others were stunned, and Fatty said, "No way, wait, I can think of more. It seems that everyone who went to the underwater tomb, including Aning and us, also came here. Is there a curse in the underwater tomb? Anyone who goes there must climb Changbai Mountain... No, it doesn't make sense?"
The fat man was talking nonsense, but I felt a chill, and something in my heart became clear. It seems that the underwater tomb is not the key. The key is here. The underwater tomb seems to be just a springboard...
I searched the body for everything I could find, but there were no clues. I had no idea who these people were. I was so confused that I walked into the tomb in a daze without even a flashlight.
The fat man hurriedly held me and told me to calm down, saying that it was useless to be anxious, as these people would still be trapped here to death. If you die, you can ask their souls what happened, but by then it will be too late.
I was pulled and forced to sit down to catch my breath, and gradually calmed down. There was only one thought left in my mind: "I must get out, I must find Uncle San and ask for the truth, otherwise I will never close my eyes until I die."
The fat man said, "But we haven't found any clues to prove that any of them managed to get out. Maybe they can't get out at all. It's a closed space. It's useless even if you close your eyes."
After the fat man said this, the others were speechless. We originally wanted to find some clues on these corpses, but suddenly we discovered such a big secret. It's really one thing after another.
Everyone was thinking about their own things, and the atmosphere was extremely bad. My head was dizzy, so I didn't dare to look at the photo again, for fear that some monster would suck me in. My throat began to itch, as if I had a cold, and I started coughing, and coughed up blood.
Seeing me like this, Pan Zi said to us, "Let's take a rest today. We can't go out for a while anyway, so we might as well have a good sleep so that our minds will be clearer. Third Master, don't think too much. I know you have too many doubts in your mind, but it will take time to figure them out."
I waved my hands, how could I fall asleep? I might as well continue thinking here, and only fall asleep when I can't hold on any longer. Otherwise, I will only feel more tired the more I sleep.
The fat man didn't know which cigarette he was smoking. He muttered as he smoked, "Actually, now I think about it, if I had known I wouldn't have followed the mark. It would have been better if I had listened to me. One group was trapped, but the other group could still find a way... Now that I think about it, the mark might have been left by those bodies. You see, it was a coincidence. Maybe they split up and left as I thought, and those two people went to the other side of the tomb passage."
I shook my head and said no. If one group of people were trapped, the other group would come back to look for them and would be trapped in the same situation. That would be even more depressing. Besides, the other side where there are no marks might be more dangerous. We don't know what's waiting for us.
But it was impossible to think deeply about it, because since they were already trapped, when the other group came back, the tomb passage had changed and they could not find this tomb. Were those numbers left by the survivors on the other side as a mark of the missing team here?
As I was thinking, I suddenly felt a tremor all over my body... Suddenly a flash of lightning flashed through my mind... mark...
I sat up suddenly and said to them, "I suddenly thought of a very strange flaw. This tomb passage is a refutation!"
"What?"
I frowned and thought about what I should say, "I'm afraid you don't understand. For example, we walked out in the dark. No matter what caused us to be like this, we must have a process of turning around, even though we don't know this process at all, right?"
The others nodded, and I continued, "For example, if I hold a pen and draw on the wall while walking forward, there will definitely be a long mark left on the wall at the exit, following me all the way. Then when I accidentally change direction, guess what I will find?"
The fat man almost jumped up: "You will see the traces of your scratches on the wall of the tomb ahead!"
"Not only that!" I said, "What's the most important thing? When I turn around, the left and right will change, and then the hand holding the pen will start to draw on the other side of the wall."
"This!" Pan Zi also frowned.
"This is a logical inference." I said, "That is to say, if we explain it logically, there must be a turning point in the middle of the tomb passage! At the turning point, we are like walking into a mirror, walking straight in the opposite direction of ourselves. Do you admit it?"
Everyone nodded. As long as it made sense, it must be what I said.
I said, "Okay, think about it again. If we walk over like this and really encounter the 'reflective surface' I mentioned, how thick is this reflective surface?"
"How thick?" Several people were still digesting my previous words and were confused.
"Yes, there must be a certain thickness. If there is no thickness, then when the front half of your body passes through, the back half of your body will..."
Pan Zi understood what I meant instantly, and broke out in a cold sweat. He subconsciously said, "Overlap each other!"
"Right! Because at that position, your front half has been reflected back, but your back half has not passed through the 'mirror'. So, if what I said is correct, then we will definitely die while passing through the reflecting 'mirror'! We will become a monster! Your face will hit the back of your head!"
"But we've walked this way so many times and haven't died?" the fat man asked curiously.
"That's what I mean. This mirror must have a thickness much greater than a human being, a reflective transition section. After we walk into this section, we go in from one end, walk a certain distance inside, and then come out from the other end, completing the folding of space."
Everyone nodded in agreement, this inference was perfect.
"The problem is, we don't know how long this distance is. Let's assume it's only two or three steps. Let me give you an example. For example, we walked into that 'mirror space', but the fat man didn't go in, but stayed outside the mirror space. The mirror space is only two or three steps, and you can see both sides. Guess what will happen?"
Pan Zi understood the most quickly, his throat almost stiffened, "You will...see the same fat man appear in front and behind."
"Okay, here comes a rebuttal. If the fat person behind you looks ahead, can he see the fat person in front of you? Or if you hold the hand of one of the fat people, what will happen?"
Pan Zi quickly made a stop gesture: "Don't... don't say anymore!"
"What does this mean?" The fat man on the side also looked pale.
"We don't need to continue the experiment to confirm that this so-called 'mirror space' does not exist! Moreover, the logical basis for the reflection of this tomb passage and the inability to get out does not exist. The existence of this tomb passage is illogical." I lowered my voice: "Wang Canghai is not a god, he cannot create the laws of physics himself. The mechanism here has nothing to do with Wang Canghai, and these people are not trapped to death because of this. The situation we are facing now is a special case, a new situation! We have misled these corpses, and there seems to be only one possibility that is most likely to cause our situation..."
I carefully pointed my finger at the fourth item written by the fat man, moved my mouth, and said with my lips: "There are ghosts around us!"