"What did he say?" The madman also bent down and leaned over the prodigal son Kim and listened for a while, but he didn't hear anything, and stood up and asked me.

"The Pillar." Shen Muhan said first.

"What is the Geocentric Pillar?" The madman scratched his head and asked me tentatively, and I shook my head at him, indicating that I didn't know either.

Seeing that the three of us were confused, the prodigal son Jin paused, as if looking for a mouth opening that didn't hurt too much, and continued to speak vaguely. Originally, his face was leaking, and it sounded very difficult to speak with the wind, but now he couldn't open his mouth, and the words he said were even more foggy, so I pressed my head over it, and I almost put my ear into his mouth to understand what he was saying.

The prodigal son Jin said that the geocentric pillar is a legend that circulates in the area of Changbai Mountain, which only a few people who are old know it, and he also heard an old man mention it by chance.

Legend has it that there was a very large-scale plague in the world one year, countless dead people, corpses were everywhere, the underworld was full of ghosts for a while, many new ghosts were not suitable for the life of the underworld, coupled with the attachment to family and the world, often triggered the law of the underworld to escape from the underworld back to the world.

At the beginning, the underworld sent all the yin to arrest these new ghosts, but later because there were too many of them, the underworld did not have enough manpower, and they couldn't catch them.

Naturally, they can't let them run around on their own, leaving them a passage back and forth, and all ghosts can only come back from the passage. Later, the lifespan of people became longer and longer, and every year there were fewer and fewer new ghosts in the underworld, and many passages were abandoned and never used again.

Although these passages have been abandoned, however, as many as ghosts and people, it is inevitable that there will be some naughty and mischievous criminals. Some of these ghosts are staring at these abandoned passages, trying to return to the world from these passages, but when they were closed before, black and white impermanence has set up a formation, and no ghost can come out of it, but many of them are not dead, lingering at the mouth of the passage all year round, and finally the grievances at the mouth of the passage gather more and more, and they slowly condense into black crystals, and the perennial tired surface slowly forms a black pillar, extending from the ground, and many people think that these pillars come out of the center of the earth in the old days. So I went to a place called the Geocentric Pillar.

The prodigal son Jin finally finished speaking, and he didn't forget to stretch out his hand and point to the side. I looked in the direction he was pointing, and it was a huge stalagmite, already attached to the roof of the cave, and nothing special except that it was black.

The madman even listened to Dai Meng, who roughly understood what the prodigal son Jin said, looked at the black stalagmite, and asked me, "It's really black!" Wood, what this guy said has a nose and eyes, is it really fake? ”

I looked at the black stalagmites for a while, but I didn't see anything special anymore, so I turned to the madman and said, "I don't know how many folk legends like this kind of gods and ghosts there are. ”

"As soon as you say this, I'm relieved, I really feel a little hairy in my heart when I let this guy say just now, but it's right to think about it, if this is really a collection of resentment, then how many resentful women must be down there!"

Although I don't believe in the legend of the prodigal son, the current situation is that we are indeed going in circles, so I don't have the heart to pay attention to the madman's nonsense. Turning his head, he asked Shen Muhan: "Girl, what do you think of this situation?" ”

Just now, Shen Muhan was the farthest away from the prodigal son Jin, so naturally he didn't hear what he said clearly, but from the conversation between me and the madman just now, I could probably understand what it was, and now I was thinking about something, and I was obviously stunned when I asked, but it was quickly reflected.

"This situation has happened in many places regardless of whether it is at home or abroad, and the superstitious saying is called ghost hitting the wall, and many of the explanations from a scientific point of view are because people are affected by the surrounding environment and have an illusion, which is an environmental cognitive disorder."

"Environmental cognitive impairment? What is the problem? "Crazy people obviously don't understand the word very well.

"Environmental cognitive impairment is not a disease, but a sensory error in the person. When we perceive our surroundings, we mainly rely on our eyes, just like a computer, the keyboard is responsible for entering information, the CPU will process the information, and finally the results will be output through the display. The human CPU is our brain, and the brain is the most familiar but also the most unfamiliar organ we have, but so far humans don't even know as much about their own brain waves as they do about a dog or a cat. ”

"Sister Han, let's talk about this popular science course another day, you can just talk about what we should do now in this situation." The madman interrupted Shen Muhan's words.

The biggest headache for a madman since he was a child is studying, although Shen Muhan has tried his best to make these things as popular, the madman still doesn't bother to use his brain to understand.

"The meaning of the girl is that we are now deceived by our own eyes, in fact, not only the eyes, but also the ears and nose may be deceiving us." I saw that the madman had a hard time listening and explained to him.

"Gotcha! What you two said is not much closer, can you be more direct. As soon as the madman finished speaking, the prodigal son next to him, King, began to speak indistinctly.

The madman listened for a while, but he didn't understand, and asked me what the prodigal son King had said. I said he said you were stupid.

When the madman heard the prodigal son Jin say that he was stupid, he squatted down and said to the prodigal son Jin while laughing: "You are like this now, don't you talk so much, your face doesn't hurt anymore, right?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and flicked it on the face of the prodigal son, although it did not bounce on the wound, but the prodigal son Jin snorted vigorously.

I saw that the prodigal son Jin was indeed pitiful, and quickly stopped the madman.

"Okay, don't bully a half-dumb man, he's like this, you let him order."

"Na! I don't care about you for the sake of the wood, and if you dare to call me stupid, I don't mind making your face more symmetrical, it might look a little more beautiful. The madman threatened the prodigal son, and Kim stood up.

"Madman, you and the prodigal son Kim are waiting here, and the girl and I will go over and have a look." I explained to the madman, and walked towards the black stalagmite with Shen Muhan.

The closer I got to the stalagmite, the more familiar I found this kind of black color, and when I walked to the front, I found that Shen Muhan and I were not unfamiliar with this material, it was the kind of seabed, and the stone steps, the gate and the walls of the room were all made of this material. When I looked at Shen Muhan, she nodded at me, obviously in line with my thoughts.

The place on the bottom of the sea is obviously inseparable from the Lin family, although I don't know what this black stalagmite has to do with those black stones on the bottom of the sea, but it must have something to do with the Lin family, which is also the opposite of the murals above and what Wang Chuan said about Shutian.

"Wood, could it really have something to do with this stalagmite?" Shen Muhan asked.

Actually, I'm not sure, after all, I haven't even figured out those things at the bottom of the sea until now, let alone the stalagmite in front of me, so I had to shake my head.

"I have an idea, why don't we see if we can do it." Shen Muhan looked at me and shook his head and continued.

"What's the solution?"

"Let's put aside this stalagmite and start with the main point. Now the situation is that we have been going around in circles, we assume that it is the cognitive impairment of the environment, and it may be our senses that affect us, if we cut off our perception of the environment, will we be able to get out? Shen Muhan said his thoughts.

Cutting off contextual perception sounds complicated, but it's actually a very simple thing to do. People's cognition of the outside world is nothing more than the eyes, nose, ears and other organs, cutting off the perception of the environment is actually just need to close the eyes, cover the ears, block the nose, but with our current situation it is difficult to do it all, we can only try it first.

After deciding, Shen Muhan and I went back to the place where the madman and the prodigal son were staying, and told him the plan, but the madman didn't have any opinions, just tell him what he needed to do, and he didn't even need to explain the reason. The prodigal son Jin also said that he was fine, although he didn't know if it was blood or saliva flowing out of the hole in his face when he moved, but compared to staying here and not being able to get out, these were no longer important to him.

After explaining what I was going to do next and the two of them clearly, Shen Muhan took the lead in standing in front of me, the madman followed closely behind me, and the prodigal son Jin followed behind, everyone closed their eyes and put their hands on the shoulders of the person in front of them and strung them in a row. Before I started leaving, I was a little relieved that I couldn't let go of the prodigal son, so I simply changed him to the middle between me and Shen Muhan, so that at least there would be a response when there was a problem.

"Let's get started!" After adjusting the order and making sure everyone closed their eyes, I asked Shen Muhan to start walking forward.

Although the vision itself is not good, but when I really lose my vision, I will inevitably feel a little weak in my heart, after all, I have been accustomed to perceiving the world with my eyes for so many years, and suddenly I can't see it, and I will lose the most reliable source of information.

I couldn't see it with my eyes and the road under our feet was not smooth, so we walked very slowly, but fortunately, Shen Muhan was more careful and walked very carefully in the front, which reassured me a lot.

When people are completely plunged into darkness, it feels like time flies very slowly, and it feels like a long time has passed, and I begin to get used to the feeling of not seeing, and my hearing begins to become more sensitive, and many sounds that I didn't notice before begin to become clearer. The whole cave was eerily quiet, except for the breathing of a few of us.

I began to shift my focus and try to distinguish everyone's identity by the sound of my breathing. The one with the smallest voice and the lightest sound was Shen Muhan's, which was the most familiar among the four people besides myself. The one who breathed more rapidly and trembled a little was the prodigal son, because the wound on his face was still painful, so his breathing was not steady. And the one who breathed smoothly but the heaviest was the madman, because it was closest to me and was facing me, and the exhaled air could be sprayed on the back of my head, so it was easiest to distinguish.

After listening to it for a while, I suddenly realized that something was wrong, among the three breathing sounds, there was another breathing sound faintly interspersed, the sound was lighter than Shen Muhan's breathing, at first I thought it was the sound in the cave and I didn't pay attention, but now it sounds like the rhythm is completely a person breathing.

Could it be Wang Chuan?

Just as I was thinking, the shoulder of the person in front of me suddenly moved and disrupted my concentration, and the sound of breathing was not heard again, and I was about to ask the prodigal son Jin if there was something wrong with the wound, and suddenly I felt that the shoulder in my hand was wrong.

There is a clear collarbone on the shoulder in front of me, although the prodigal son Jin is not fat, but the collarbone is certainly not so obvious, this collarbone is obviously a woman's own. And Shen Muhan walked in the front, and I saw that there was still a prodigal son Jin.

I couldn't help but feel a fur in my heart, who is this person in front of me?