Daomu Biji

Go back to the treasure burial chamber and sit down again. The atmosphere is completely different from the one just now.Everyone didn't speak, and they didn't know whether it was white or green. The golden light reflected from the smokeless stove began to make me feel very disgusted.

No one asks any questions again. Everyone is in a pensive look, but I know they are all like me, and there is absolutely nothing in my mind.

Things have gone beyond our control, and even I think this is the assumption of the institution, and it does not exist now, and we have entered an unspeakable state.Any scientific reasoning has gone through such a simple experiment and is declared completely ineffective.

Because there is no human power, it can make a bullet turn a huge bend in a matter of seconds.

To use science to explain this phenomenon, I am afraid that moving out of quantum mechanics is not necessarily flat.

"It's a real ghost hitting the wall!" Shunzi looked extremely ugly and looked at his father who was aside, showing a very sad and frightened expression.

I know what he thought of at this time, and he also understands why there are such desperate expressions on the faces of the jewels in these jewels. Under such circumstances, I tried again and again and returned again and again. The starting point, until the bomb is exhausted, how can it not be desperate, I am afraid that when they died, they have been desperate, and they still haven't figured out a little eyebrow.

And we may be the next batch, and soon there will be four shriveled corpses here, which is also a deep despair, and let the victims behind guess what we thought before death.

The reason why I did not despair before, did not expect this step, because I think that with my own wisdom, as long as it is an intelligence such as an organ trap, I will not be trapped, but now things are different, obviously we are facing The situation is much weirder.

"Do you want to continue?" Pan Zi on the side asked in a dry voice for about ten minutes.

No one answered, but the eyes of several people turned to the fat man.

On the ground in front of the fat man there are two of our assumptions. The third is my casual idea: space folding.

The reason why I suddenly raised this point is that I just remembered that when the volcanic cracks disappeared, the stuffy oil bottle disappeared in front of me for a few seconds. I was puzzled at that time. Now I think about it, maybe it is really space. Folding is related, because the experiment just now is really terrible. It is a kind of pseudo-science experiment. In a word, my mysterious and mysterious space folding becomes the most likely explanation.

If it wasn't for the fat guy to list these things, I am afraid that after seeing this experiment, I must have forgotten everything I panicked.

After being silent for a long time, the fat man said: "Well, we all saw it with our own eyes, so we won't talk nonsense, how can we prove the third one."

"No! No proof." Suddenly Pan Zi said again.

Pan Zi is very thorough in seeing the problem and can always directly see the essence of the matter. Just like the fat man just hoped that the tomb road would appear, Pan Zi immediately denied it completely. This is also related to Pan Zi coming from the battlefield. He thought The problem is that there is no fluke, so when I heard him, I was very scared. He was afraid that he would say a lot of facts but shouldn't say something.

Just listen to him: "There are only 6 corpses here. Let's suppose that a total of 8 people came in. Two of them must have gone out. Although they don't know how they went out, if they are like the third article said by Xiao Sanye It is absolutely impossible for one person to get out, so we do n’t have to think about it, and considering Article 3 is equivalent to admitting that we are dead. "

The few people who said this all felt cold, and the fat man protested: "How can you be sure that there are 8 people in there, maybe only 6 when his mother came in."

Pan Zi sighed: "Fat fat man, you still don't understand, it doesn't matter how many people they come in."

This cannot be proved, and noisy is useless, I said in my heart: "Now they come in a few people is not important to our situation, but it is very important for our ambition, if two people successfully go out, then Our state of mind is completely different, and we can think about the way they go out. At least there is a little hope. "

Thinking about it, I do n’t care about them. I walked to the corpse and read their notes to see if there were any clues, maybe someone would write a diary or something, if someone recorded their thoughts at that time, or recorded that someone had gone out However, at least we still have a little hope.

But when I looked at the notebook just now, I roughly turned it over. There was no large text, and most of the small text was accounting, or short messages, and I couldn't see anything famous.

I wondered if these people would die when they were about to die, maybe when they were about to die, I am afraid that even the lights were gone, the battery had been depleted, and there was nothing to warm up, so they would be there They curled up in the darkness.If eight people come in, when will the last two people go out?Certainly not when they are sober, if that is the case, other people should be able to come out, is it when they are hungry and unconscious, and there is no light, it is dark?So when two people left, the others didn't know?

The key to going out is darkness, don't walk with lights?

Thinking of me was a chill, remembering that this is an ancient tomb. If it is in the dark, taking such a long tomb in the ancient tomb is really a death.

Other people looked at me for information, and they gathered around and started to help find it. It was always a way to sit there and dream, and sometimes I needed something to stimulate.

I thought about the last thing that had no light, let them stop wasting, turn off the flashlights, the stove that holds the heating can also be illuminated, we were in front of the stove, three notes and a novel, everyone turned Come on, find the clues verbatim.

The font in the notebook I turned over was supposed to be written by a woman, and it turned several pages.All the names and phone numbers are written, there is a list of guests for dinner, and the phone of the Changbai Mountain Hotel. Some places have some simple maps, and some addresses and memos. I saw it in 1994. It seems that this woman is still ill and has been hospitalized. It is written here that she needs to be reviewed.

Turning it back is blank, but I still turn page by page. I hope she can write something. She is turning, and a piece of fat man says: "There is a clue here." Then he said, "Today , Sold the last thing brought out of the sea, took 3,000 yuan, 1500 back to Lao Li, and paid off the debt, and fishing with this guy. "

I smiled and shook my head, and then looked at Pan Zi, who had the thinnest notes and had almost nothing. After reading it, I went to see Shunzi. I saw that he was reading the novel with relish, apparently jumping to the protagonist before he left I read the passion page.

The fat man was uncomfortable and grabbed it at once, scolding: "Let you look for clues, look at the yellow book, your conscience is greatly broken! Confiscate!"

Upon grabbing, suddenly the novel broke up and the paper flew all over the place.

I scolded, counted the fat men, and turned on the flashlight to pick it up. Suddenly, Pan Zi said: "Alas, there is a picture here." He said, picking up a yellowish black and white photo from the paper.

I took a look, and suddenly felt familiar, and when I looked again, my brain suddenly buzzed, almost backed my breath-this photo is no other, it was the uncle, they took a picture at the pier before they went to Xisha!!!

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