Tai Sui was very close to the Thief Saint, of course he could hear what the Thief Saint was muttering, but he didn't interject, just silently followed behind the Thief Saint.

Tai Sui could feel that there seemed to be a string in the thief's heart that was suddenly very tight, and at this time, someone suddenly spoke, and that string might break.

The thief saint subconsciously quickened his pace, and the movement under his feet was not as quiet as before, and now scattered footsteps could be heard in the tunnel, some were real sounds, and some were echoes.

Tai Sui still didn't remind the thief to take a light step, but just followed silently.

Later, the walls on both sides of the tunnel began to appear more than two meters high, and these openings were arranged irregularly, sometimes one every two or three meters, sometimes one at intervals of nearly ten meters.

All the doorways seemed to be a bottomless abyss, and the light shining into them could only illuminate a small part of the ground in the doorway, and the deeper places could only see the bottomless black.

Finally, the Thief stopped in front of one of the doorways.

Standing in front of this doorway, you can clearly hear the radio announcing and the busy sound that appears from time to time.

"On the afternoon of May 27, a bus bound for Huangjiabu crashed on Xiansong Road, leaving all the passengers missing, and it is unclear whether there were any casualties. Sneer-sss

It didn't sound very official, but in the depths of the earth, thousands of meters above the surface, there was a strange coldness.

When every word came into the ears of the thief, the thief felt a deep chill from head to toe, and wanted to hug his arms and shiver.

Tai Sui walked up to the thief saint, raised the valve lamp, and poked the lamp into the doorway.

The light struggled through the doorway, but only a small area could illuminate.

The thief's gaze passed through the light, and he could only see the black on the other side of the doorway.

But Tai Sui saw something unusual.

He could vaguely see that there seemed to be a person sitting in the distance, judging from the silhouette, that person was sitting facing the doorway, and when Tai Sui stared at him, he was also staring at Tai Sui motionlessly.

I don't know if the other party is dead or alive, Tai Sui stared at him for a long time, and he didn't see any movement.

Without waiting for the thief to speak, Tai Sui took it upon himself to cross the doorway and enter the deep stone hall.

Holding the lantern and walking forward two or three meters, Tai Sui saw clearly that the humanoid silhouette that emerged from the junction of light and darkness just now was just a cold stone sculpture.

It's just that this stone sculpture is so realistic that even the pores on the face, the folds on the clothes, and the hair made of every stone thread can be seen clearly.

Tai Sui guessed that this stone statue may be depicted by humans in ancient times.

The clothes on his body are more simple than those worn by modern people, and they should also be slim, but the style is more similar to the clothes worn by modern people.

This person is very close to modern people in terms of body proportions and facial features, but his hair seems to be extraordinarily vigorous, like a monkey in human clothes.

"Don't touch anything here." As he spoke, the thief walked quickly into the stone hall.

Tai Sui didn't respond, just raised the valve lamp to light the way under his feet for the thief.

The thief's steps were a little flustered, and he quickly walked through most of the stone hall, and finally came to a table made of stone.

The depth of the entire stone hall is nearly fifty meters, but the width is only about five meters, like a long and narrow dead end.

In addition to the two big living people, Tai Sui and the Thief Saint, there are only five large-scale objects in the stone hall, a stone couch, a stone table, a stone sculpture, and two pestles made of stone and wood respectively.

The one made of stone fell under the buttocks of the stone carving, and the one that looked like it was made from damp old tree roots was placed next to the stone table.

Scattered on the table were piles of leather scrolls, a pen, a rough stone lamp, and a metal box that constantly emitted a woman's voice.

After the thief rushed to the stone table, his first action was to pick up the metal box.

It's strange to say, when he touched it like this, there was no longer any sound in the box.

"What is this?" Tai Sui asked, pointing to the box in the thief's hand.

The thief replied sullenly: "Radio, our thing from that world. ”

Tai Sui was really curious about the thing that the stolen saint called the radio, and couldn't help but ask more: "Why does it speak?" Is there anyone in there? ”

This sentence caused the thief saint to fall into a long period of contemplation.

Why does this radio make sound?

In this world, there is no such thing as a radio, there is no radio station, and the signal received by the radio can only be transmitted from another world.

Since this radio can receive signals from another world, it seems that there is a connection between this tomb and the world where the thief originally lived, the world called Earth.

In fact, what the thieves care about the most is not why the radio makes sound, but what it broadcasts.

Why is it repeatedly reported on this radio that the No. 16 bus fell off the cliff?

Is there an inevitable connection between this news and the crossing of the thief saint?

That's right, he crossed over, but what about the other people in the car, why did they disappear?

The thief himself couldn't tell whether he should question the authenticity of the news.

He even had a feeling now that what he was experiencing at the moment was probably just a strange dream.

Ever since he was lifted onto the 16th bus, he has been in a coma, and since then, he may have been in a coma, and in his coma he fell into such an inextricable dream, and the sound on the radio was just a hint from those who wanted to wake him up, and they were calling him to wake him up.

Thinking about it, the thief suddenly had a very dangerous idea.

He said to Tai Sui: "You may just be a character in my dreams, but in fact, you don't exist at all. ”

Tai Sui felt that these words were really a little inexplicable: "What kind of illness are you guilty of again?" ”

The thief said with a deep face: "I haven't crossed at all, everything is just a dream I made in a coma, your world, I imagined it in my dream, Cai'er, Datou, sweet potato, are all my imagination, you are also my imagination, you are all fake, you are all my dreams." ”

Tai Sui pondered for a moment before he understood what he meant by the words of the thief.

Subsequently, Tai Sui immediately made an extremely precise rebuttal: "Don't talk nonsense, you are so narcissistic, how can you create a person stronger than yourself in your dreams." ”

The thief was shocked at the time, and he found that Tai Sui's words could not be refuted at all!

It doesn't seem to be a dream, he really crossed over.