After hearing Ma Daha's shouting, I hurriedly shone the flashlight in my hand to the position he was cared for.

The moment the flashlight shone through, I was immediately stunned by the scene on the stone wall. I saw that in the blue-yellow stone wall, two vague black shadows appeared, which were the shadows of two human figures.

My surprise was brief-lived, and in less than two seconds I made a knee-jerk judgment and started moving left and right to make a validation.

When I moved twice, I realized that it wasn't our shadow. As I moved left and right, the shadows in the stone wall didn't move.

At this time, Madahar was already standing near the stone wall, and was shouting loudly into the stone wall. I didn't think much of it and ran straight over.

When I ran closer, the black shadow in the stone wall was even clearer, it was definitely the shadow of two people.

At the same time, I also observed that the stone walls at this location were different from those in other places. The stone walls here are more permeable, and the stone walls in other places are rich blue-yellow, while the stone walls here are very light in color, so you can clearly see that the black shadow inside is a human figure.

As I ran over, Madahar's shouting never stopped, and he kept shouting about the old prostitute and Scar. Seeing him screaming so desperately, I followed without thinking.

In an instant, the whole space was filled with the shouts of Ma Daha and me, although the voices of both of them were hoarse without Cheng dù, but the screams were not small.

The two of us shouted for more than a minute, but the black shadow in the stone wall remained motionless, as if they did not hear our cry, and did not react at all.

"Stop shouting, they can't hear me." As I spoke, I reached out to stop Madahar, who was still screaming.

"Can't you hear?" Ma Daha hesitated for a moment, then turned to me and said, "Seventh Uncle, we can all see them here, the distance is not very far, they should be able to hear our shouts."

"If they could have heard, they would have responded a long time ago, and it can't be that there have been no responses for so long." I explained.

After hearing what I said, Ma Daha seemed to have some different opinions, and stood there thinking for a few seconds before saying, "Could the people inside not be the old prostitutes?" That's why they didn't respond to us. ”

I shook my head, and instead of answering Ma Daha immediately, I took a closer look at the black shadow in the stone wall, the shadow of a person. Although I can't see the specific appearance, I can still see the physical characteristics, which are the physical characteristics of the person.

"Whether they are old prostitutes or not, as long as the people inside can hear our shouts, they will definitely respond. They didn't respond, which proves that they can't hear us inside. ”

After I finished speaking, Ma Daha nodded and touched the stone wall a few times with his hand: "It seems that the stones here are very soundproof, and our voice can't be heard."

Hearing Ma Daha say that the stone is soundproof, I immediately thought of a way, quickly adjusted the flashlight to the strongest light, and then kept turning on and off the flashlight, trying to use the flashing light source to communicate with the people inside.

I thought it would be effective and feasible, and that it would be a good idea to use a light source to convey information when the sound could not be transmitted. But I didn't expect that no matter how I turned on and off the flashlight, there was still no response from inside.

If there is a problem with the transmission of sound, it can also be explained by the sound insulation of the stone wall, but the flickering of the light source still does not bring the response inside, how can this be explained? I'm starting to pay attention to this.

"Why haven't they responded yet?" Ma Daha slapped the stone wall a few times with his hand, but there was still no change in it. "Uncle Seven, could it be that there is something wrong with the stones here, we can see them outside, but they can't see us inside."

"No way, the stones here are all jade, permeability coexists, since we can see them through guò jade, they can also see us through guò jade."

"No, Uncle Seven. You may not have encountered this situation, in the past, the master took me and my brother down to a tomb, we walked in two different corridors, I walked on the corridor where I and my junior brother walked, there was a place where you could see the master, but the master walked in the other corridor, but he couldn't see us, my master said, he could only see the wall of the corridor at that time, and he couldn't see other scenes at all. ”

I didn't pay attention to what Ma Daha said, and I kept thinking about whether the people in it were prostituting them? After all, there is a difference in the number of people, before we came down, there were a total of three people coming down the transport channel through Guò, although San'er was earlier than Lao Yan and Scar, but there were only two figures here, which still made me wonder.

If it's really an old prostitute and a scar inside, then where did San'er go? Aren't they together, and the old prostitute and Scar haven't found San'er? Or did San'er go on his own? A series of questions came to mind, and there was no answer to answer for a while, if you want to know where San'er went, I'm afraid you can only figure it out when you see San'er.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Ma Daha thought that I didn't believe what he said, and immediately told me about what happened to him and the fifth senior brother. I didn't let him talk about it, I told him that the situation here is different, and he said that kind of thing, I have also encountered it, but it is definitely not the same as here, so I don't let him think about it again.

After being rejected by me, Ma Daha was obviously a little lost, maybe the story he was going to tell was wonderful and mysterious, but at the moment, I was really not in the mood to listen to his story.

I observed the dark shadow in the stone wall for a while, and there was not a single change. I began to wonder if the person inside had been caught in the trap and stuck in the rock, so there was no reaction.

Actually, that's the last thing I want to see. Although I doubt that the people inside are old prostitutes and scars, at the moment I still think of the people inside as them.

I'd love to see the people inside move a little bit now, at least let me know they're alive and still moving. Even if it is farther and farther away from me, or even disappearing from the stone wall immediately, I can accept it, but now this motionless way makes it difficult for me to accept.

Suddenly, a flash of thought occurred in my mind, I didn't want the person trapped inside to be an old prostitute. Because once they are trapped inside, it means that they are already more than lucky.

If they were still alive, it would be impossible for them not to do everything they could to convey the message. Even if they were caught in the agency and were accused of not being able to move, I still believe that the old prostitute would have a way to convey the message. Even if the accused can only let out a fart, he will use this fart to convey information.

It may seem like a joke, but it's definitely not a joke, and others may not be able to do it, but the old prostitute will definitely be able to do it. He always thinks of unexpected ways, maybe he will fart too loudly to remind us, or do something more special to send a message, in short, the old prostitute is not a person who sits still.

"Madaha, you look along the stone wall and see if there is a passage to enter." I told Madahar to keep looking.

While Madahar was looking for a passage, I was not idle. While carefully taking care of the stone wall, I groped with my hands, hoping to find a difference on the stone wall. Although the area of exploration is constantly expanding, there is not the slightest discovery. Despite the different colors of the stone walls here, they are completely one, with no gaps or traces of mechanisms.

In less than three minutes, Ma Daha ran back from the front, panting and said: "Uncle Seven, there are several spaces as big as here, I looked for two spaces in front and didn't see a passage, could they enter from here?" After speaking, Ma Daha pointed to the stone wall that revealed the dark shadow.

"I checked, and I didn't get in from here." I replied in the affirmative.

"I didn't get in from here, where did I get in from?" Ma Daha looked at the stone wall that revealed the black shadow, his face was also full of doubts, he thought about it, and then continued: "Uncle Seven, if you can't find the mechanism, let's smash it in, looking at the appearance of the black shadow, it shouldn't be very deep."

Before I could get my attention, Madahar ran in the direction we came down, shouting as he went, saying that he had a way, and that I should wait for him here.

I don't know what he was thinking, but I was quite impressed by what he had just said, and he said that if he couldn't find a mechanism, he would smash it in. It's a good idea, maybe it's quicker than looking for a mechanism. It's just that one thing makes me hesitate a little, that is, the people in the stone wall have never moved, and it is not clear whether they are dead or alive.

If you really get in from here, it will definitely take some trouble, and once you get to the black shadow, you will find that it is two people who are already dead, wouldn't it be a waste of effort. Of course, if it was an old prostitute who died inside, I wouldn't think so, so I would have said goodbye to his body. But if it weren't for the old prostitute, two people we didn't know at all, it would really be a bald man with pigtails on his head, and he would be busy in vain.

Madahar soon ran back, and when I saw what he was holding, I understood what he was running out for. He ran to the space where we had just come down to get the iron tools that had been carved into the stone wall on the ground, and he didn't have to think about it to know that he wanted to use the iron tools in his hand to open the stone wall.

For a while, looking at Ma Daha's appearance, it made me cry and laugh. I'm beginning to wonder if we're the same era, no, it shouldn't be divided by eras, it should be divided by dynasties. He is using thousands of years old methods to solve the problem at hand, which is not at all the thinking of a modern person. Although I am also in favor of opening up the stone wall, I will never use his method, I will choose a method that saves time and effort.

I didn't exchange any opinions with Ma Dahar, but took the explosives and ammunition out of my backpack. The moment I took out the explosives, Mandalha's face changed, and he kept staring at the explosives, looking strange, as if he had never seen explosives before.

After looking at it for more than ten seconds, Ma Daha asked me, "Uncle Seven, do you think the two things I am looking for have burst holes?"

I almost didn't laugh when I heard Ma Daha say this, thinking to myself, the fucking donkey will borrow the slope to get off the donkey, and when he sees me taking explosives, he immediately says that the iron tool he is holding is for blasting and breaking holes, and he will really find a reason for himself.

I nodded and motioned for him to make a few small blasts and holes in the stone wall.