The sound continued, and we looked at the stone wall above us, and the headless people were slowly turning, and they seemed to come to life.

The stiff body, pulled by the chains, makes me unconsciously feel as if they are falling, maybe as the mask man said, God has prepared a chance for us to regret it at any time, just to see if we are willing to accept it.

Maybe giving up is an important decision, but once you give up, you may miss a lot, because if you haven't experienced success and failure, you will never see the result, and you will never be able to return to this point of choice.

Each choice may correspond to a different outcome, but giving up is the worst and most certain outcome, because this outcome, as long as it starts, will make us keep trying.

If the imprisoned souls here, the dead here, would rather give up their lives than turn back and accept the path of regret arranged by God for the sake of choice, then is such a scene a warning to us?

It warns us of the dangers after choosing, and then tells us that the possibility of giving up the choice is the safest.

But if you don't open a box, just by the outside of the packaging, how can you be sure that the inside is a gemstone or a seed?

Eyes will lie, so we need to choose, and we need a heart to face the result bravely after choosing.

The nature of the soul is complex, and those who can see through the eyes of the soul cannot understand the result of the choice, which shows its variability and unknownness.

Far from being two or three, it is more of a result, which is not visible through ordinary observation, because it also takes the observed data into the results.

The Masked Man looked at me, as if waiting for me to answer, and I knew that the headless men weren't falling, and the blood and sand around them weren't stopping, but it was a channel to give up.

He gave me the possibility to give up, but what about me......

Looking at those bloody sands, I am reminded of the images in the movie, people living in dreams, also facing choices, or being content with the status quo, or witnessing the horror of reality.

We can never make a choice, because this is the rule, what we can do is to reject the arrangement of our elders, refuse the continuation of death, refuse the "result" that the tarot cards show you, and only by recognizing ourselves can we understand the meaning of choice.

"This clan mausoleum has been repaired, do you know?" I finally made my choice.

The masked man suddenly smiled, "It seems that we have chosen the same path, you can't hide why you came here, why you met us, why you made your choice!" ”

"Why?"

"Because you want to be close to yourself, to be close to the self that is denied by others!"

"You know...... Who denied me. "When I say this, even I am surprised, as if I am playing an inner self.

"Of course, if you look at the corpse above your head and the human head at your feet, they are the difference between death, and you are told that death is a mistake in your cognition, and you are told that you have lost this cognition, but now you start to look for it, you think that he is wrong, you can complete your own cognition, you don't want to accept anyone's "arrangement", even if that person is omniscient! ”

His words are complex, and I have a hard time finding my own way of understanding the meaning of his words, and I am already trying, trying to connect with a possible person.

That man was a prophet, but when I thought of him, I didn't continue, because I suddenly understood that there was no point in doing this.

I know best what I think, and if he can guess what I think and explain it to me in his own way, is it necessary for me to understand what he has explained to me?

Indeed, he was right, I was denying the Prophet's claims, saying that my lost memories would allow me to believe in myself and turn my conjectures into prophecies, but I rejected them, but they were not clear.

I think it's not meaningless to do what I did and guessed, because it's a way to get the truth, and it's also a necessity for growth.

With this in mind, I shook my head and looked at the rushing blood sand, and the skeletons that were constantly moving.

After refusing to give up, we should find another way in a desperate situation, but there is nothing around that can help us.

I turned back to the masked man and asked, "Do you have any great ideas?" ”

The other party smiled slightly, "Why do you think I have a way?" ”

I don't know, but it always feels like he's hiding a lot from us, which makes me unconsciously doubt his identity.

I didn't answer, I looked at him with a flashlight, but I saw him raise his hand and point ahead, "Look at the door." ”

Following his words, I moved my flashlight and shone it on the door, but I saw nothing but the blood and sand gushing out.

"What's the matter, is there a problem with the door?"

Seeing that I didn't understand, he added, "And the headless corpse on top, where there are chains, and if we can't get out, the top is the best place for us." ”

"The skull represents thinking, represents the soul, and also represents death, so you see here, it is all heads, and in the blood sand, they will also come back to life, but the corpse on it is a single individual who has given up the soul and thinking, have you heard of the story of the god of war punishing the sky? Because there is no complex and changeable ideological system, life will become more single-minded, and it will be more able to abandon all external distractions."

Hearing this, I somewhat understood, but when I looked up at the height here, I looked back and said in frustration, "At such a height, even if you take a human ladder, you can't catch those things, not to mention that we don't have enough people here!" ”

Under the lights, the height of this place is five or six meters high, and there is not much to climb on the surrounding stone walls, so it can be described as a fool's dream to go up.

The other party didn't defend anything, turned around and took off the backpack behind him, and after unzipping it, he took out a bundle of wire rope from the bag, and some things for rock climbing, the largest of which turned out to be a collapsible triangular bracket, I tried to weigh it, and it felt very heavy.

Once he had the equipment ready, he began to assemble it, first attaching a claw-like hook to one end of the rope, reinforcing it with a drill, and finally slowly combing the rope.

After untying the knot, he let go of the loop of the wire rope before attaching the transmitter and asking me to come over and help secure the transmitter to the bracket.

Once we had screwed all the fixing screws into the ground and secured the bracket and transmitter, the Masked Man began to carefully adjust the hook of the wire rope to a spot on the door where the hook could be secured.

In the light, all the hollow places on the door were covered with blood sand, and I saw him move little by little, his eyes kept searching, and finally he found a narrow gap in the corner of the door.

Because of the distance, we couldn't be sure what was there, but there was no time to hesitate at all, the masked man pulled the trigger directly, only to hear a whoosh sound of breaking through the air, and then the rope loop on the ground was pulled forward by a violent pull, and flew towards the gap.

It's just that this is different from the scene in the movie, here is reality, the softness of the wire rope is very important, if it is a little stiff, plus the weight of the rope, for various reasons, it is bound to make the hook lose its center of gravity in mid-air.

Looking at the rope loops on the ground in circles, the last sound of metal nailing into the stone came from the opposite side, and the hook was firmly fixed to the door.

The masked man went over and pulled it with his hand, and after feeling that there was no problem, he told me to watch here, and not to let the blood and sand flow over.

I nodded and motioned for him to be careful, and then the other party took out a retractable iron rod from his backpack as a support for his balance, and climbed over step by step by learning to walk the tightrope.

His steps were small, because the rope was not flat, and although the slope was much longer because of the distance, it was not even after all.

When a person walks on it, he needs to be very careful with every movement, and the iron rod used for balance in the masked man's hand shakes slightly, but the amplitude is small.

Looking at that trembling pace, I also became nervous, looking at it like this, I'm afraid that nothing has happened to him, and I will be scared out of the problem.

Carefully retracting my gaze, I could only hope that he would reach the finish line safely, and then I looked at the bloody sand and the rolling head in the sand.

Blood sand spilled out of the demon's body on the stone wall, like blood flowing from the demon's body, flowing down the stone wall to the ground, and finally being injected into the skulls, giving Hell another form.

The demon's tears fell into the flames, the red sand baptized everything, and the light in the darkness also shuttled here.

The skeletons in the blood sand rushed towards us, they weren't fast, but they didn't stop, and we drove away several waves before we began to fight back in order to give the Masked Man more time to survive.

But unconsciously, there was more and more blood sand in front of him, and the speed of the flow was faster, and it had piled up at the door to form a small mountain range.

And just as we were resisting with all our might, we accidentally found that under those skulls, there were a few strange numbers at some point.

It wasn't Arabic numerals, nor did it look like Chinese simplified characters, and after Li Sansi came over and looked at it a few times, he frowned and said that what was recorded here was time.

When he said this, I looked at those places a few more times, but I could not understand anything, and then he took out a few copper coins from his backpack, on which were written the same number, and then he continued, "This kind of time is very strangely expressed, and is different from the methods of timekeeping that are now known, like twelve hours in a day, or twenty-four hours." ”

"Its calculation method is calculated according to the various activities of the human body, when people will feel hungry, when they will feel sleepy, when they will feel hot, when they will feel cold, and the various stages of the day will be delineated through the perception of this bodily function."

As he spoke, Li Sansi took the copper coin, corresponding to the numbers on the ground, illuminated it with a flashlight, and instructed us to change the position of the skull on it in order to find the pattern between these numbers.