The change of the circle on the top of the stone surprised the old prostitute, and the change of the circle was like a drop of water falling on paper, spreading to all sides, but the speed of diffusion was not fast. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, the most obvious change is not in the circle, but in the gaps in the circle, along which the sand is constantly falling downward, which is what surprises us. And I noticed that the gaps in the circle had also undergone subtle changes, many of them were larger than before, and although they didn't look obvious to the naked eye, more and more sand was falling, so it was not difficult to tell that the gaps were gradually getting bigger.

The old lady and I looked at each other, and neither of us understood what was going on, but one thing we knew was that it had become very dangerous, because there was probably a layer of quicksand above the top of the rock.

Quicksand is no stranger to tomb robbers, it is the most common anti-theft measure in ancient tombs, dry fine sand like water, extremely fluid, designed to prevent tomb robbers from digging holes, because the sand is dripping while digging, and the holes are difficult to form. Even if it is dug up, the risk is very high, and it is very easy to cause a landslide, which can turn the tomb robbers into martyrs in an instant.

Of course, according to the current situation, it is very likely that there is a huge layer of sand above this ancient tomb, and once all the sand on it flows down, then it is bound to bury the entire ancient tomb.

"When you first got here, did you touch any mechanisms?" The old prostitute looked at me and asked.

I remembered that although I had touched a lot of things since I came here, I didn't touch the so-called trigger point. Everything I touched was self-contained, nothing was connected to anything else, and there was no possibility of triggering the trap. It's like an ancient book, each one is independent, and without any wires for the mechanism, it is impossible to trigger the mechanism. The ancient mechanism was ingenious, but it would never have been possible for me to turn a few pages to trigger it.

"No, nothing I touch can be the trigger point of the mechanism." I replied in the affirmative.

"Oh my god, this is fucking weird, if it wasn't the quicksand produced by the mechanism, could it be that this quicksand was shed by itself?" The old prostitute was puzzled for a moment, and then said: "No, this is not an organ, and the organ is not so slow."

When the old prostitute said this, I also thought that this quicksand was too slow. If it's a quicksand mechanism, how can it be so slow, the quicksand should fill this space in an instant, it shouldn't be so slow, and the sand that falls is too little, with such a speed and amount of sand, not to mention a tomb robber, it's not enough to bury a dog. You must know that the role of the organ is to defeat the enemy with one move, and if you can't defeat the enemy with one move, then the meaning of the existence of this organ is gone.

"I don't think the quicksand that fell down is caused by a mechanism, but how to explain the enlarged circle above, isn't it some kind of mechanism? Originally, there was no such circle on the top of the stone, and the sand fell from the circle, so it was likely that the circle was a trap. I wondered.

"My day, it's really a little incomprehensible, could it be that the mechanism above is too old and inflexible." The old prostitute shook her head, as if she felt that her thoughts were wrong. After a while, he said, "Since the circle is expanding, it proves that it can move, but don't you think it's strange?" There's no sound of a mechanism here. ”

The old prostitute really made me ignore this. It was quiet, and there was no sound except for the gasps of the two of us. It stands to reason that the roof of the stone above should make some noise when it changes, but there is no sound at all, which is very unreasonable. Could it be that the mechanism here has reached the point of silent operation?

To be honest, I am a great admirer of some of the techniques of the ancients, but it is by no means a blind worship, and I do not think that the ancients could reach the point of silent operation, especially when it comes to stone mechanisms. After all, the top of the stone is full of stones, and it is simply impossible to make so many gaps in the stones without making a sound.

Thinking of this, I suddenly wondered if I was wrong, maybe the stone on the top of the stone itself was cracked, so it didn't make a sound. If the stone itself has gaps, then it must have been blocked by something before, so there are no gaps in the top of the stone that you saw before.

I took a closer look beyond the circle and began to understand what was going on. But it still needs to be verified, otherwise I don't dare to confirm.

I went to the coffin and took an ancient book, took a bundle of bamboo slips, wrapped the ancient books around the bamboo slips, and threw it at the edge of the circle on the top of the stone, and hit the edge of the circle in one fell swoop.

When the book fell back to the ground, I picked it up and looked at it closely, and found that there was some black slimy stuff on the book where it hit the edge of the circle.

"Xiao Qi, what's glued to the paper?"

I showed the old man the old book, and he couldn't tell what it was, but we had a common answer, that is, it must be oil. And we did an experiment, baked it around the fire, and soon everything that was sticking to the paper melted.

"Oh my god, I see, how did you find out?"

"Regardless of how we found out, we need to put out the fire quickly, if all the grease on the top of the stone melts, then this place will really be buried in sand." As I spoke, I went to get the coffin board and prepared to put out the fire on the ground.

"You kid is not too tired, you don't need a ready-made fire extinguisher, and what kind of coffin board do you take."

I heard the old prostitute say that there was a ready-made fire extinguisher, and I was stunned, and I said, we didn't bring a fire extinguisher when we came, and it is even more impossible to have a fire extinguisher here, where did he get the fire extinguisher?

Look at the old prostitute again, standing in front of the fire and undressing her pants.

Seeing this scene, I understood what a fire extinguisher was, and I couldn't help but joke to the old prostitute: "Don't burn your little bird."

", Lao Tzu, this is a big bird, and you are a small bird." As soon as the old prostitute finished speaking, he began to make a fuss. But I overlooked the fact that urine smelled so bad when it was poured on the fire.

All of a sudden, the whole space smelled like that, not to mention how pungent it was. Even the old prostitute herself felt that she couldn't stand it, and after urinating, she dragged her pants and limped to the entrance of the passage.

It didn't matter if he ran, but he pitted me, and he didn't put out the fire at all, so that I had to resist the pungent smell and continue to beat the fire with the coffin board.

After the fire was extinguished, the whole space fell into endless darkness again, and I turned on the flashlight and observed the circle on the stone roof for a while to make sure that it was no longer expanding, and then dared to turn off the flashlight.

Although there is still sand falling downward, it is already insignificant enough to threaten our lives.

The old prostitute asked me how I found the grease on the top of the rock, and I told him my reasoning. The old prostitute said that the design of this kind of mechanism is indeed very clever, and the person who can design this kind of mechanism must be a master, but this master underestimates the wisdom of our modern people. Ancient people used fire for lighting, so ancient tomb robbers will definitely be tricked when they come here, as long as there are more torches, it is bound to quickly roast the grease in the gaps, thus producing a large area of quicksand. But modern people will not fall into this mechanism, because modern people use flashlights, and they cannot trigger this mechanism without a heat source.

Now that I think about it, I am still afraid, but fortunately, the fire I built was not big and did not produce enough heat source, so it did not cause serious consequences. However, it is precisely because of this fire that we are reminded that the mechanism here is by no means as simple as we imagined.

In order to retain more electricity, we turned off the flashlight and sat next to the passageway.

"Xiao Qi, what do you think next, we originally came in because we had a clue from your senior brother here, and now that we know his condition, should we continue to go deeper, or go back the same way?"

I was stopped by the old prostitute's question, and at the moment I didn't know what I thought, and I had a sense of dilemma.

After all, this time is different from the past, in the past, when we want to go to the tomb, we will be fully prepared, and even design many plans, whether successful or not, we only need to follow the plan formulated before. But the current situation is different, we are attracted to the gate when we enter the gate, everything is a temporary decision, there is no plan, and we are always in a passive situation.

"Don't you think the two of us are passive? I still haven't figured out why the light brought me here. I wondered.

"My god, what kind of passive are you, I'm really fucking passive. Although I don't know what you brought here, one thing is certain, you didn't want Lao Tzu to come out alive by luring me to the monster, but luckily I reacted quickly enough, otherwise the two of us would really be separated by yin and yang. The more the old prostitute spoke, the more angry she became, and then she scolded: "Damn, if I catch that person, I have to squeeze out his two balls."

"You still have to save some strength to recuperate your body, don't really meet others, and then be by others, then it will not be other people's balls, and your eggs will have to be squeezed by others."

"Damn, who the hell are you, it's not all because of you."

"Don't talk nonsense, how are you feeling now?" I asked.

"It's okay, it's definitely not as bad as you think, have you already made a decision, whether to go back the way you came, or to find out the situation here before going out."

"There's nothing to figure out, I came in just to know what Senior Brother is doing here, and now that he's gone from me, things here don't matter."

After listening to me, the old prostitute turned on the flashlight, looked at the ancient book he was holding, and said, "Take this ancient book out, maybe it really has something to do with you."

I nodded and didn't say anything. In fact, I am very interested in this ancient book, and if I hadn't suddenly known that my senior brother had died here, I would have been really interested in learning more about it. After all, the appearance of this ancient book means that this is likely to be the mausoleum of Zo Luoju, so there will inevitably be more information about the surname Luo here, as for whether I am of the same clan as the surname Luo described in the book, I think there should be an answer here. But the death of the elder brother made me a little disheartened, and for a while, my interest in anything faded.

My wife and I were about to eat something and then go back the way we came, when we were eating compressed biscuits when we heard a series of strange sounds coming from the passage.