Rabah was in a deep coma at this time, and did not make any movement. I was a little worried, remembering the muffled noise not long ago, Rabah wouldn't have killed the fat man, would he?

In a hurry, he didn't find the wound that Raba was hit by the fat man for half a day. The fat man looked at me at a loss for a long time before he realized my intentions.

"In the back of the head."

The fat man helped me turn Raba over again, and there was a coiled clump of hair on the back of his head, which is a unique way of curling hair for the Kham Tibetans. It's just that the bun is slightly high, and it doesn't protect the back of the head like sumo wrestlers.

Although the hair on the back of Raba's head was covered in a bun, it was obvious that it was swollen and bulging into a large bag.

I felt a little hard to the touch, and I could feel that the impact was not light at all. The back of the human brain is very fragile and sometimes only a light blow is needed.

I looked up at the fat man, and the fat man patted his head: "How did I know it would be him, it's a little dark." ”

When he had finished speaking, he straightened Rabbah. Two fingers propped open his eyelids, and then he shone a flashlight on Raba's eyes.

Looking at the fat man's practice, I probably guessed that the fat man wanted to see if Raba's pupils were dilated. I only often see this kind of operation in movies and television, and I don't know what it will actually spread.

"Hey, this kid is quite resistant." The fat man immediately closed Raba's eyelids.

Before I closed it, I saw that in Raba's eyes, there was no such chaotic appearance as I had imagined, almost no different from ordinary people, except that I could clearly see several red blood streaks.

It is impossible to judge directly from all these things, and we can be absolutely sure that Rabah is still alive, or by the breath that comes out of his nose.

His breath was still relatively peaceful, not in a hurry and not in a hurry or unable to exhale for a while.

At this time, the fat man's face suddenly showed a little different color. I noticed it immediately, panicked, and almost had a premonition that something strange might happen next.

Later, the other result, the fat man was holding the back of Raba's neck with one hand. I saw him move that hand, apparently his hand touched something different.

I felt uneasy, as if I had sensed something, but I couldn't catch it. This feeling became a complete reality after the fat man turned Raba over again, and it was not just a feeling.

What I saw was both surprised and taken for granted, just behind Raba's neck, there was a circle of red marks like suckers sucked out, which were clearly the marks left by the rainforest leech.

The two of us were immediately shocked, this kind of thing fat man said at the time that it was not just a rainforest leech, and all kinds of things were connected, and the sudden attack of Raba just now was probably the reason why it was inseparable from this thing.

The charming mind, treating the host as a puppet, such a mysterious bug, is completely beyond my comprehension. Can this be achieved from a purely biological point of view? I'm afraid that, as the fat man said, this thing must be evil.

The fat man and I didn't think about it, and almost at the same time, we each touched the back of our necks. Luckily, everything was working and there wasn't anything lying there.

I asked the fat man to look at my back again, and it turned out that there was still nothing. I thought back to the wind behind my ears just now, and a fear of the unknown made me very unnatural.

The fat man was still not at ease, so he searched Raba's whole body again, but found nothing. However, according to the appearance of this mark, it must have not been long before the rainforest leech escaped.

The atmosphere around us was disturbed by such a strange anomaly, and the sunlight projected through the windows had changed direction a little after so long.

There was more or less moisture on the floor and in the crevices, and now because of the increase in the temperature below, wisps of white gas came out of the ground or the gaps between the floors.

In the large hall on the second floor, I felt like I was in a sauna in a bathhouse. It stands to reason that the door is so small that there is simply no enough oxygen supply. If there is no oxygen or there is not enough oxygen, the fire will be smaller, but now it feels more and more intense.

I was in a flute, and the fat man woke me up: "I said that you can wander at any time, you are sick, you have to be cured." ”

I didn't pay attention to him, but when he tried to carry Raba on his back, I stepped forward and gave him a hand. Raba's body was limp and basically didn't take much effort.

"Lead the way." The fat man handed me his flashlight.

I was struggling to look at the darkness around me, and I didn't know if there was a cure for severe difficulty in choosing. In the end, I had to ask the fat man helplessly: "How to go." ”

"We're coming up along the edge, so you can keep walking along the edge."

The corners of my mouth twitched slightly, and I led my way closer to the wall. Because I didn't have shoelaces, I wore shoes that were very uncomfortable to walk in.

The floor area of the first floor and the second floor should be exactly the same, and a building of this size is not a simple project today, let alone how much manpower and material resources had to be spent to build it thousands of years ago.

The world-famous Afang Palace, according to records, 500 steps from east to west, 50 zhang from north to south, 10,000 people can sit on it, and 5 zhang flags can be built below, the first emperor used 700,000 coolies to finally build a front hall. It is hard to imagine how cruel the autocracy of the monarchy was in a feudal society.

Such a magnificent and unusual building must have been built with the strength of the whole country back then.

There is no problem with the fat man's guess. The entire passage to the upper level of the building is a ramp around the building, which is large enough for two cars to drive at the same time.

The surface of the stone path is smooth, as if it has been specially polished. There is some dust on the upper area, and the dust is quite heavy, and you can feel a greasy and flocculent texture when you wipe it.

The stone door to the third floor was opened by us in the same way, and before closing, the fat man played a trick, and he took off his last shoe, gritted his teeth and tore it open. He put the fragment of his shoe under the door, and then closed it, and as he wished, the door of the coming road was completely sealed. If you don't have much strength in the back, you must not be able to get it open.

We don't know what we're afraid of at this time, maybe the rainforest leeches and the black monster have each taken a little bit.

The environment of the third layer is a little different, and the first thing to discover is the size. The size of the third floor is clearly at least half smaller than the one below, followed by the windows on the top of the walls, which are still high on top of the walls, but with a little more variety.

The window is no longer a single rectangle, but has additional polygons and irregular shapes. There is also a shift in the angle of the light, with sunlight coming in through the window. The angle wall was normally tilted, hitting the ground not far below the window. Looking against the wall, there are rows of light spots, plus pillars of light that appear in the dust, this kind of scene, if you take it, it will be a good photograph.

At this time, there are so many emotions in my heart that I can't sort them out one by one. I don't know if it's because we sealed the door, or because of the current scene, but in short, the most important of these mixed emotions is a kind of peace of mind for no reason.

Based on the whole view of the hall we saw outside, it should have been two floors above our heads. The top floor must be the place I saw with a terrace with a view.

The way up this time was not a smooth stone path, but for the sake of saving space, black stone slabs stretched out around the wall.

The black stone slabs are connected in rows to form a staircase that goes up. There is still a slightly large gap between the stones, but it doesn't feel too much effort to climb.

When you go down, you realize that this is not a stone staircase that wraps around. In the entire three-story space, there are three stone steps upward, each on the opposite three corners.

This design is actually not reasonable in terms of space utilization, and can be set up in other more space-saving ways. Just doing that, it will look very imposing.

The stairs are stronger than we imagined, and after thousands of years, you can't even feel the slightest looseness when you step on them. We walked up the stairs and it didn't take long for us to reach the fourth floor.

The moment I came up, it was a feeling of sudden enlightenment. There was a lot of sunlight here, shining through the windows on the wall overhead, hitting the ground one by one.

It's just that I don't know why, the architectural style of the entire hall doesn't have a window that can be enough for me to stand and see the exterior view, and this similar architectural style, all I can think of is the cell.

The royal ancestors of the ancient kingdom must have lived quite hard. Every day is like a prison, and being enclosed in this dark palace is really painful and miserable.

The fat man apparently didn't speak for a long time, which immediately caught my attention. When he saw him, he carried Rabah on his back and looked in the direction of the ceiling. From time to time, his head twitched once or twice.

I immediately went over and patted him, but the fat man didn't look back, but still paid attention to the ceiling, and I looked at it too, and then I found that there was nothing to see above the dark dome.

The fat man looked at it for a while and rubbed his eyes, he looked a little unsure. After a long time, I still didn't find anything, so I asked the fat man: "What do you look at?" ”

The fat man waved his hand: "How do I feel that there is something hanging from this ceiling." ”

After the fat man finished speaking, he remembered the flashlight in my hand, and the flashlight was snatched away by him, and the light was cast on the dome as high as ten meters.