For the slag, the whole process of entering the dark passage this time can be described as thrilling, but the excitement and curiosity at the beginning have long been affected by mystery, fear, subversion and fatigue. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

How deep can a person's city be, and a secret can be kept tight-lipped for decades, even in the face of close relatives who get along day and night.

And this person has been covering up through repression and restraint all his life, is this pain or habit? Or is it just enjoying and having fun?

His true self and false self can be transformed at will, and he can change himself according to external needs at all times, he can become a weak scholar, he can become an erudite master, he can dress up as a poor farmer, or he can be so strong that he kills people like a mustard. Is this transformation due to something constant in the mind, or is it purely a survival choice? Every time you change, will you experience a lot of pain, and every time you return, will you feel like a new cover-up?

Just like in the whole dark tunnel, each transformation is like a pre-arranged script, simple and ingenious, so that the people who enter this world must act according to these rules, and in the end they don't know it. Just like the vast number of beings living in the world, thinking that they are working hard, desperate or ordinary, and being at peace with what happens, these seem to be their own masters, at least their own choices, but is this true? Isn't it true that some god devised a script in which sentient beings acted out a scene like actors?

Slag said that this was the first time he had so many questions, looking at the old man sitting on the ground with his eyes closed, and even felt that he had seen a lot of grandfathers, the old naughty boy who hugged him when he was a child, the old scholar who read as quiet as a stone Buddha, the master who talked and laughed when he gave people to solve their doubts, and the compassionate elder who saw the animal carcasses to be buried.

However, now in his mind, there is a different grandfather, a green forest hero who drinks wine and eats meat, a treacherous villain who plays with people's hearts, a demon god who kills people and punishes people's hearts, a thoughtful game-maker, and a casual play.

Of course, there is also the wise man who sees through the essence of the world, although he is flowing but does not move, so many illusions appear in his mind at the same time, which one is the most real old man?

Slag thought about walking to the wooden door, except for the height is higher, and the door of the ordinary farmhouse is no different, the surface is brushed with a layer of red primer, and then with other colors from the upper and lower corners of the door to draw the tail, to the middle, painted a dragon and phoenix Xiangxiang, and the door frame carved a lot of auspicious patterns, from a distance like a whole, and the pigment must have used ancient secret recipes, adding beast blood, mineral powder and other raw materials, so, until now it is still lifelike.

It's just that the door lock is surprisingly large, with a ghost head pattern carved on it, especially the two protruding ghost eyes that are bloody, and a pair of fangs rush straight to the upper cheeks.

Look at the door lock, the slag suddenly felt that the willows and flowers were bright and another village, and finally the door was about to open, if there were really thieves all the way here, it was estimated that he would have died a long time ago, and the feeling of finally seeing the entrance of Baoshan was like drinking a sip of elixir, full of comfort.

Just as he was thinking about it, he was about to reach out and knock on the wooden door, to listen to the movement inside, and not to make it another false door. However, since he had been frightened by the old man's mechanism before, he retracted his outstretched hand again.

"Don't touch that door, there's a hellfire hidden here, and once activated, we'll all die here, and it's not a fake thing to tease you."

Hellfire? What is it? I haven't heard of it at all, if it's gasoline or something, after so many years, it still hasn't volatilized? Even if it's sealed, there has to be something that spews out a fire, right? Could it be that there is a fire-breathing device inside the door?

I saw the old man walking over slowly, touching the walls on both sides and saying.

"It's good, this mechanism has never been activated, and if I really burn anyone, I'll have to go to hell when I die."

What kind of fire is this, it can make the old man feel so restless, even if the gasoline and kerosene are stained on his clothes and body, there are many ways to extinguish and save his life, and the slag looked at the old man blankly.

I saw him raise his finger and point to the door, and then point to the top of the secret passage, and his hands made a downward posture, and the slag stared wide and thought about it, could it be that there was something hidden on the top? Kerosene? If you open the door and the oil is poured down? Or put it in a jar and smash it down and break it out? Then, the fire-breathing device kicks in, just in time to ignite the oil? Oh my God, what a precise design this must be, just this fire, there must be pressure, there must be a fire source, the old man is amazing!

However, there is a wall of earth on the top, and the slag is observed with a flashlight, so how can it hide something in the vertical soil? Unless, unless the soil is fake!

"Grandpa, the soil on the top is camouflaged, right? You made a fake soil layer. ”

The old man gave a thumbs up.

"Well, it's smart, it's the key to testing the tricks, no matter how sophisticated the device is, it must be covered up, and the inferior means are at best hidden in the visual blind corner, and the best realm is to be integrated with the main structure."

Slag stretched out his hand and estimated the height, obviously above the jump range of people, and the width of the entire secret passage is very narrow, it is very easy to build a wooden shelf in this space, but the size of the bottom is enough to move is not sufficient, if it is all fire oil, a person can say, it is a big deal to be reimbursed here, but if there are many people, it will inevitably cause chaos.

"Grandpa, that flamethrower must be on top, right? As soon as the oil falls, the device breathes fire and burns everyone here? ”

The old man leaned back and smiled and clapped his hands incessantly.

"Hahahaha, if you can create such a mechanism, so sophisticated, I will worship you as a teacher right now. Your device, to achieve the three actions of excitation, falling, and fire breathing at the same time, each of which must be in an accurate pace, and the result depends on whether it can breathe fire, so this device must have pressure, accuracy, and fire source, and the direction and range must be matched appropriately. There are so many parts and links, but the mechanism is taboo, I said, to be simple, to be clever, I will not bother to make such an unreliable thing. ”

But since we already know that fire is used as a defense, we can't escape the problem of ignition and combustion medium, which are fundamentally interlinked.

"Think about it, what if you set yourself on fire?"

Spontaneous combustion? However, spontaneous combustion must also have a medium to form continuous combustion, which still can't escape the link of pouring fire oil, and the spontaneous combustion thing must also accurately fall on the fire oil, which is just missing the precise ignition, and there is no difference in essence.

"Do you know why I'm having palpitations? This thing is called white phosphorus, when I was studying Western studies, a British chemist showed it to me, and I felt extremely scary at that time, but they said that this thing is not pure in nature, and it must be transformed by chemical methods. ”

Slag said that he later learned that white phosphorus is indeed the most terrifying incendiary in the world, and that the Japanese army and later the U.S. military used white phosphorus incendiary bombs during World War II. So much so that the 1980 United Nations Convention on Certain Conventional Weapons explicitly prohibits the use of white phosphorus incendiary bombs against civilians.

This substance exists in the form of compounds in nature, until it is transformed and purified, its ignition point is only 40C, but this does not mean that the ambient temperature must reach 40C, if it collides or rubs, the instantaneous temperature can also make it spontaneously combustible. At the same time, its combustion temperature can reach 800C.

The most terrible thing is that it is almost impossible to extinguish, and wherever it is attached, it will continue to burn until it burns itself out, and if it is on the body, you can only watch it burrow into the skin, burrow into the muscles, and finally burn the bones.

And if you spray water on it, it is tantamount to secondary damage, it will still burn in the water, and the water will boil instantly, as you can imagine, it is like stewing meat at all. Therefore, if white phosphorus burns on the body, the best way is to cut off the piece of flesh or limb directly!

Slag felt that his legs were trembling, and now hanging over his and the old man's heads was such a devil? But how do you preserve this unstable thing?

The old man smiled strangely and wrote the word 'water'. Put water in the jar and store it, and then seal it with wax to prevent the water from evaporating, so that once the jar falls, the water becomes a new weapon, and the whole secret room will become a boiling soup pot, and the ingredients inside are pieces of human flesh.

At this time, the old man walked to the door and motioned for the slag to come.

"This mechanism is the most dangerous one, I can't let you operate it, it's too dangerous, one accidentally left the two of us here, so, I'll operate it, you watch from the side." Remember, if there is an accident and I let you run, you must not take care of me, I am old, you are the last blood of our family. ”

Slag suddenly felt like crying, this night has been longer than several lifetimes, the sudden family history and the experience in the secret passage, plus the scene of life and death now, I really feel that I am about to collapse.

He simply persuaded the old man not to take risks, those who don't want to stay, as long as his relatives who depend on each other are alive, this home is there.

However, the old man's eyes were very firm, so firm that there was no doubt, and the slag suddenly cried, and knelt down to kowtow to the old man three times.

"Melon eggs, send grandpa to the end?! Get up and watch it from the side! ”

I saw the old man grasp the door lock from the side with one hand, his fingers between the door lock and the door frame, and the other hand carefully inserted into the keyhole, gently removed the lock and put it on the ground.

Then squatted down, holding the door with one hand, and holding the tip of the phoenix tail in the lower corner of the doorpost with the other hand, and gently pushed, a quarter of the rounded corner was concave, and then, the old man buckled his fingers in the lines of the tip of the phoenix tail, and moved it to the direction of the door lock.

When both parts were completed, the old man gently pressed his ear against the door, grasped the doorknob with one hand, and carefully held it with the other.

Slag anxiously waited for the moment when the old man opened the door, but this door, which should have been opened outward, was pulled by the old man and slowly moved into the wall, as if it had become a sliding door!

And when the door moved parallel inward, he clearly heard the sound of the brush pulling rope slowly rubbing against the top, and when the old man completely moved the door into the wall, the sound also stopped.

Slag hurriedly stepped forward to help the old man sit on the door frame, and looked at the way he was breathing, he was really tired.

But he couldn't figure out how this door changed from an outward switch to a sideways push and pull like a trick, he poked his head into the stall where the old man closed his eyes and rested, and just planned to study and study, but he didn't want to, the flashlight shone inward, only to see the golden light.

Oh my God, the space inside is bigger than the outside, and the ground is densely covered with things, and in terms of the clumsy level of knowledge and cognition of the slag, the simplest judgment, those gold and silver artifacts are definitely enough for him to have no worries about food and clothing in this life, not to mention some other jade and bronze artifacts that he doesn't understand at all.

It is said that treasure is charming, but in fact, it is simply charming, making people want to get close and reach out to grab it, and keep it all for themselves.

The slag has unconsciously taken steps and walked inside!

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his arm and pinched him hard.

"If you are fascinated by the treasure, it is the treasure that turns you, it will make you its slave, let you die, you will die! Back on, you're almost on the hook! ”

This pain, the slag suddenly came to his senses, and he didn't seem to remember what he had done just now, just like a demon, he just wanted to rush over and snatch those treasures, and he didn't think about whether there was any danger at all.

After calming down a little, Slag sat on the door frame and honestly studied the sliding door, from the inside, there was nothing on the door, the same as the front, but the door frame that should have been at least the same width as the door was obviously just a virtual decoration, there was a dislocation inside, freeing up space for pushing and pulling, and above the door was a grooved track, which should control the direction of pushing and pulling.

At this glance, the slag is clear in his heart, the device on the corner of the door is actually a converter to control the direction, usually it is also honestly pestled in the hole above and below the door frame, which can open the door outward, but in fact, the hole on the door frame is located in a groove track, as long as the door corner is pushed in, you can slide along the groove, and the last press will enter the parallel push-pull track.

It's like a paper clip, when the device at the corner of the door enters the sliding track, the wall next to it actually has reserved space for the door to slide in, so that once the direction is changed, it will naturally become a sliding door.

However, how can this control the white phosphorus tank hanging on the ceiling?

The old man stood up and removed the four corners of the falcon, and the door panel fell off. It turned out that this was a door with a mezzanine, and I saw that there were ropes parallel to it, which were fixed with iron nails, and the rest were hidden in the wall.

"Grandpa, why can't you let the door open out?"

"Look at the vertical door frame, no, it's not the doorknob, it's the opposite side, it's the place where the door turns, is there a blade attached to the rope?"

The slag is finally clear, these ropes are fixed in parallel in the mezzanine of the door, attached to the longitudinal blade, if the thief pulls the door open, as soon as the fixed rope is tightened, it will naturally be cut off by the blade, then, the white phosphorus tank on the head will be released and fallen, unless the door is changed to a push-pull shape, and the force is slowly removed along the rope to be safe.

"Melon eggs, you also know, these white phosphorus jars are densely spread over our heads, connected by ropes, and now the danger in the secret passage has been removed, but if you want to get the remaining treasure, you have to carry out the last process, that is, to remove the rope in the treasure house. Remember, you have to be as careful as I just said you are!! ”

Slag nodded, breathed a long sigh of relief, bent down, and cleaned up the treasure laid by the door with the old man little by little.

These treasures are about two steps away from the door frame, as the slag just saw, there are many gold and silver utensils, from Buddha statues to eating utensils, although many years have changed color, but can not hide their value, and those agate, beads, bronze, and ancient jade carved utensils are everywhere, among which there is a square gold nugget mixed in the middle, there are obvious inscriptions on the plane, and on the other side is a unicorn beast.

"Grandpa, is this a jade seal? No, it's gold. ”

"That's the golden seal of Liu Sheng, the king of Yangzhou, and I remember a few more. Only the emperor can use the jade seal, although the other kings are all seals, but the material can only be gold. ”

"These things are yours, and then you will study them slowly when you have time, now we will move them out first, remember to be light, and don't step on them."

Slag and the old man carefully moved these treasures out one by one, and rows of planks were slowly exposed underneath, and the two slowly lifted the planks, it turned out that there were three rows of planks that were connected together, and three rows were also symmetrically laid in the air below.

At intervals on the lower side of the upper plank, four wooden frames with longitudinal lower openings are nailed in parallel, each with a groove on the inside, and a semicircular and downward half buckle is fixed in the groove.

And between every two parallel wooden frames, there is another half-buckle, but the bottom of the semicircle is connected to the upper side of the lower plank, and two ropes pass through the upper and lower half-buckles, and disappear when they extend into the hole in the wall under the earthen wall.

And the opposite of the upper four wooden frames, is the lower part of the wooden board on the four small wooden frames, inside are fixed a sharp blade, the upper and lower two wooden frames use the tenon groove concave and convex sleeve together, can have the up and down activities of the track, such a structure, is basically four small guillotines of guillotine.

On the outside of the upper and lower wooden frames, that is, at the edges of the planks, there are symmetrical springs fixed at the four corners.

It is conceivable that once the thief rushed to the treasure and stepped on the plank, the plank went down, and the upper part of the half-buckled rope cut directly into the lower blade along the track of the wooden frame, and as soon as the rope broke, the white phosphorus tank at the top loosened its restraints and landed vertically, and the hellfire was ignited, and one of them was smashed against the door frame of the entrance, so that the inside and outside instantly became a sea of fire.

In the same way, if the thief digs from below, he has to break the plank to go up to the ground, and he will inevitably push up or pull down the bottom plank, if he pushes up, the guillotine cuts the rope upwards, and if he pulls it down, the lower half buckle plays a role, and it pulls the rope to the edge of the guillotine, which can also be cut.

The inner part of the treasury is also concocted in the same way, arranged by the principle of cutting the rope by force, but it is much simpler, after three rows, the rope is fixed directly to the plank, and the blade is arranged in the most difficult place. Once the thief digs up from underneath, no matter how he cuts and destroys the plank, the rope will be stressed, and once one rope is broken, the spontaneous white phosphorus fire will quickly burn the other ropes.

In other words, just one of the few ropes that is broken is enough to start a chain reaction and burn the entire secret passage and treasure house, and they will all be destroyed!

"Grandpa, wouldn't it be distressing if it really burned all of them?"

"What's distressed, the thieves have all hit the door, and they don't kill each other, do you want to give it up? And, what if the fire ignites? Gold and silver or gold and silver, jade or jade, even if everything else is destroyed, it doesn't matter! ”

"But what if they come in through a hole in the side?"

"That's a good question, I've also thought about it, it's very simple, the principle is the same, but it's too troublesome, how many ropes do you have to arrange in such a space? Once there are too many, there is a problem with one of them, and before the thieves come in, the place will already be ruined by itself. And if it is less, you will ask, what if you happen to make a hole in a place where there is no rope? ”

"As I said, it is impossible to exhaust all possibilities, if you think like this, then the top of the secret passage is the weakest part, should there be a device on the top?"

"The mechanism is actually a reverse deduction, and there are indeed countless possibilities that can occur in the deduction, but there is a big or small problem, and it can only be arranged for the greatest possibility. The entire secret passage and secret room are not ancient tombs, nor are they in any classic records and shapes, and they are by no means in any Feng Shui treasures. Therefore, thieves can only rely on their own exploration, and adopting the most familiar way is also the greatest protection for themselves, and the core of these possibilities is that they only need to touch a rope. ”

"And if a thief can really find out the strangeness of the door, or sneak in without touching a single rope, and when he steps on the plank to carry the treasure, none of the ropes are cut, then I can only say that his fortune has reached the point where the ghosts and gods are blessed, and then these treasures deserve to be given to him, and I am willing!"

As he spoke, the old man picked up a gold vessel, and as if he had a thought, he beckoned the slag to sit down.

"We'll have to work together for a while to completely remove the mechanism, so let me rest for a while. Don't you always ask me, are there any magical experiences? I'll tell you a story. ”

"Although I don't believe in ghosts and gods, I believe in spirits and demons, they are not ghosts or gods, they are also members of the biological world, and like people, they have gained wisdom and ability through cultivation, and they have mastered the great power of nature. In the 15th year of the Republic of China, I was 26 years old, and it was an eventful time. ”