The information that there are other people around us has always accompanied me all the way, whether it is the hint of the fat man in the sanatorium, or the strange guidance of Lao Zhuang who does not know the intention at this time, I am afraid that there is some information in it.

After that, we talked a lot, this strange natural phenomenon is actually not so much mysterious behind it, Lao Zhuang is proficient in Kanyu at the same time, but also a professor in several universities, his academic attainments are not ordinary.

His life's work was to fully delve into the relationship between the art and the existing scientific theories, most of which can still be explained by science, and not long ago what we saw was an extremely ordinary physical phenomenon.

The cause of appearance is very demanding on external factors, and almost 1/10,000 of the error may cause this phenomenon not to appear, so this is why some people go to find it, but they always end up in a huff.

Not to mention the big one, in fact, this phenomenon can be regarded as a prism reflection, a prismatic reflection driven by hundreds of coincidences, among which the content of the reflection is the ancient tomb of the Shang and Zhou dynasties in the mouth of Lao Zhuang, as for the specific dynasty, it is unknown. After all, the shadow refracted by the wall of water mist in the sky is not clear, we can only see a rough outline.

After confirmation, Uncle Seven decided to enter the mountain collectively tomorrow, and the first stop was Yan Wudi, which had been abandoned for many years, and when he arrived at that place, the location of his ancient tomb could be easily found.

It's just that I'm still a little resistant to tomb robbing, and looking at their posture, I can basically sit down. On the surface, he said that he was looking for clues, but how could he find this clue if he didn't go in and rummaged through. The fat man is very supportive of this, I have already guessed it, this time, presumably the fat man has already been prepared, and the windfall must be made.

We used an outdoor group pot, a pot can stew almost ten people, Uncle Seven's own has already been done, I saw the contents of the pot I know why he wants to share the pot with us, his small pot is all paste-like things, poured into it is also similar to the brown powder of oil tea powder, the taste of powder butter is very strong, so it seems that the things he made are similar to the Tibetan tsamba paste.

"Brother, give." I was paying attention to Uncle Seven's pot when suddenly Tahara handed me a bowl that was already full of food. This title instantly panicked me, and I didn't know how to answer for a long time. Finally, after being embarrassed for a long time, I had to quickly thank and take the dishes and chopsticks.

"Hey, it's unreasonable." Seeing this scene, the fat man hugged him.

Tian Yuan didn't serve food to anyone other than Sister Er and Lao Zhuang, who seemed to be older, which caused the fat man to be a little dissatisfied, and he glanced at me for a long time before he made himself a bowl.

The scene was very embarrassing for a while, and in order to alleviate it, I glanced at the fat man, and then turned my attention to Uncle Seven's pot: "What is it?" I asked in a whisper with a slanted face to the fat man.

Before the fat man could answer, Uncle Seven suddenly said, "Do you want to have some?" ”

"He makes things that eat the dead." The fat man's mouth made a sucking sound, which was accompanied by such a sentence, I looked at the burnt yellow thing in the pot held by Uncle Seven, and hurriedly waved my hand.

"Tell you to sleep, you really sleep. Get up. "I was about to curl up in my sleeping bag and stop asking about the world, but the fat man in the same tent lifted me up, and when I wanted to have a seizure, I saw that his face was different, and I was ready to listen to his explanation.

After eating, it was already half past eight o'clock, things have their own to pack up, we don't need to pay attention, tent equipment and equipment have been prepared when we discussed, because tomorrow's trip we have to abandon the vehicle, so a reasonable distribution of equipment is necessary, a total of nearly 50 people came to this trip, the plan decided, tomorrow almost 40 people will go in on foot, leaving more than 10 guard vehicles, also as backup support and logistics.

For the route, there is the team leader Seventh Uncle Er, and there is a person who seems to be a close confidant of Seventh Uncle to discuss together. We don't have a hand in it, and we don't have any interest in it. I talked about some things on the side.

Tahara wasn't the kind of girl I thought was too pessimistic, she was very interested in me, but the source of her interest was not my own charm, and she was a little surprised that I might be a teenager in the team.

After a little bit of consumption, the tent was also packed, we had a tent for every two people, I was unlucky, and the fat man was in one, because I really didn't have a choice, except for the old generation, it seemed that there were only those two lesbians, but the former started a little bit of a soul wandering away from the world, and he was confused and partnered with another person. Well, I'll probably not see the sun the next day.

I wanted to go around on the mountain beam, blowing the cold wind, but the fat man said vigorously whether I was sleepy, under all kinds of pulling, I was stuffed into the tent, this time it was quiet, and the heart said to sleep, then sleep, anyway, tomorrow may have to trek all over the mountain without humanity, but I don't want to, I don't know that the fat man who drew the wrong scripture will overturn me and wake me up at these times.

"If you don't make it clear, I'll sue you for harassment." After all kinds of torture, I finally made my first resistance.

The fat man turned his head to the side and snorted: "You are not disgusting." He seemed to speak a little loudly, and when he finished spitting out the last word, he immediately lowered his voice, and made a few strokes with his index finger in front of his mouth, which seemed to tell me not to make a sound.

"Be quiet, come out with me." The fat man tilted his head, and the tent curtain on one side had been opened by him, and seeing that I had not moved for a long time, he stretched out his hand and pulled me again, and then he came out of the tent.

"I said, what kind of nerves do you have today, you are still in a hurry tomorrow, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, and you will die halfway tomorrow." Although I was swearing, my voice was still very low.

"Don't talk nonsense, follow me." The fat man whispered back, and saw him feel towards the edge of the tent area.

The night was thick, and these people said that they would rest and rest, and basically all the lights in the tents were extinguished, and only the one that left the many tents on the other side was still on, which was the tent of Sister Er and Tahara.

All the tents were evenly arranged in a fan-shaped row of cars, and on one side of the opening, the burly ones lived outside. The fire in the place where the original gang cooked had been extinguished, only a faint red spark flickered inside, the night watchman had set up, or those fat men had specifically mentioned, these people were the most difficult group to mess with in the team, about a dozen or so, they were not around the camp, but all of them were distributed in fan-shaped cars, and there was a faint red light in a few car windows, as if someone was smoking. They must have heard and seen some of our movements, but they must have confirmed their identities at the first time, so they didn't take action against us at this time.

The direction of the fat man is the other end of the tent area, where there is a tent that sets aside the many tents, which is specially arranged, and the person who lives in it is Lao Zhuang, and he is the only one in the camp who enjoys a single single tent.

But this is not a special treatment, but only a personal problem of Lao Zhuang. We can already hear it from a distance, and there will be several roars like tractors in Lao Zhuang's tent every ten seconds, and its horror level is far away from the fat man's more than ten streets.

This situation is also special, it is reasonable that no one has partnered with him, he has already left far away, and there is such a killing weapon by his side, if he is not killed by the noise, he will be scared to death in the middle of the night.

We sneaked around like thieves, and finally touched Lao Zhuang's tent, Lao Zhuang slept very hard, we opened his tent, did not wake up, looked outside, there was no one, I and the fat man got in.

"Now you can tell me, why are we here?" When my mind finally calmed down, I immediately asked.

"Wake him up first." The fat man ignored me and instead shone his phone at Lao Zhuang's face. I saw this photo, Lao Zhuang looked at me with wide eyes. I was so scared that I almost rolled over and didn't overturn the top of the tent.

The fat man flew over and pressed my mouth, so there was no noise, and as soon as we turned around, Lao Zhuang had already sat up. The fat man looked Lao Zhuang up and down: "Wake up, wake up?" ”

Lao Zhuang rubbed his eyes: "What woke up, I haven't slept at all, and I've had insomnia recently." Lao Zhuang's voice was very soft, and he deliberately lowered the volume. Seeing this situation, I had to give a white look at the fat man.

The fat man reacted for a long time, and then he wiped his face and said, "Lao Zhuang, you ......"

Lao Zhuang in a trance, suddenly a spirit, seemed to be completely awake, saw us staring at him, I saw that Lao Zhuang pulled his sleeping bag. Seeing this scene, my heart was instantly angry, what's going on? Damn, I'm not trying to rape you.

Lao Zhuang, who didn't know what to do, looked at me with surprised eyes. Of course, I didn't know the reason for the incident, so I pointed the finger at the fat man, is this guy sleepwalking or does he have any thoughts about Lao Zhuang? Don't pass it on when the time comes, I'll be implicated too.

"Don't look at me with this kind of look, as soon as you look at me, you don't hold back any good farts in your heart." The fat man pointed at me and said.

I glanced at the fat man, and then at Lao Zhuang, and then the fat man gently patted Lao Zhuang's shoulder a few times: "Lao Zhuang, what you said half a while ago, there are still words in the words." As he spoke, the fat man unzipped up, his eyes poked out, skimmed, and retracted his head.

The tent is made of special material, with a double layer of thickening and a bit of diaphragm effect. As soon as the zipper was opened, I heard the sound of someone talking outside, walking and running, one after another, and the fat man realized that the purpose was not on our side, so he sat back with his neck bent.

"Now that there's no one, you can speak up." The fat man hurriedly greeted Lao Zhuang.

"This ......" Lao Zhuang hesitated for a long time and didn't speak, but before Lao Zhuang, the whistle outside and the searchlights flashing back and forth came before his explanation.