Ziche closed his eyes and said lightly, "I think we mentioned other things somewhat, but it's been a few years, and I've almost forgotten about it. www.biquge.info To be honest, I didn't feel anything when I first looked at this picture, but I suddenly remembered something after watching it for a long time."

In modern times, there are some brain science scholars who specialize in memory, and a certain argument is very much in line with the current situation; Brain cells don't really forget things, they just need a specific medium to activate certain memories. Ziche didn't forget that he had heard about the Twelve Beauties, but he just lacked a medium to remind him.

His eyes were closed, his eyebrows were not wrinkled, and although his expression did not seem to have a trace of waves, it exuded a strange aura. I know that Ziche actually has a lot of small theater people in his heart, so since he doesn't want to say more, let him go.

After knowing that this Chang'e moon map is not simple, I suddenly became a little nervous, and I couldn't explain why.

I breathed hard, deeply, and my heart was literally beating for these little-known wonders.

"The out-of-body statement has actually been said, and it doesn't feel far-fetched to look at this mural in order, but I think the out-of-body story is much more credible than the story of Chang'e running to the moon."

Since childhood, he has been forcibly placed into the story of Chang'e running to the moon, and the explanation of this moon and a woman figure is, of course, first of all intuitive. Now there is a second version, and in the way of simply looking at the pictures and telling the story, the latter really tells the story more in line with the frescoes in front of you.

When I shone a searchlight on the painting, I found that there was some grease that seemed to be used to mix the paint, but the color showed no signs of dissolving, so I could tell that the paint used for the mural was not the same as the dye dyed on the leather belt.

I was secretly surprised that humans had long ago made a distinction between the uses of pigment dyeing.

We walked a little further, and the surrounding murals gradually retreated into nothing of the earthen walls, and then officially reached the end of the figurine road.

The end is also blocked by a stratum, and there are several wide and thick threaded grooves extending from the rock wall, and it is obvious that the layered structure of the entire mountain space is raised and lowered by a spiral.

With the experience of the specimen room, and saw the threaded groove on the rock wall, I and Ziche began to look for the rotary knob set up nearby, and the strange thing was that the ridiculous figurine road did not interfere with the specimen, but why did not find it.

Things really didn't go so well, the ground and walls knocked and pounded for a long time, and I didn't even see a ghost that looked like a mechanism.

"Do you think this switch will look completely different?" I'm a little anxious, the exit is right in front of me, but I can't get out.

Ziche froze and said disapprehantly, "Personally, I don't think it's very likely, it doesn't look like it's specially built to defend something. If the switch settings are different, it means that the device in the stratum lifter will have to be changed somewhat. The two sides are also connected by rotation, and it's unlikely that they will bother to do anything else." He turned his gaze to the ground and continued, "Look again, it's hard to be sure it's not the same as just now, and it's not impossible that it has been buried by old earth and rocks."

"Hmm." I nodded.

I remembered that the floor switch found in the specimen room was also completely covered by the soil that had been piled up for a long time.

So the car searched carefully from the left and the right, rubbing the ground inch by inch with the soles of their feet, sweeping away the soil and stones that might have accumulated, feeling whether there were any unnatural bulges, and then expanding the scope and touching the wall again.

Still not found.

"Aren't these switches outside?" I was so discouraged that I sat on the floor, guessing the last thing I wanted to encounter.

Could it be that this is a passage that can only be opened from the outside? If this is really the case, then we are really desperate this time, and we can only gamble on luck to see if Feng Xin and the others escape first and then come to save us, but ...... What if all three paths were like this?

Thinking about this, my brain almost couldn't function. Almost.

Ziche shook his head heavily, "This doesn't make sense. If so, what about the people who walk in it? How are they going to get out?"

The speculation of the cart gave me a little more confidence, and he shone his searchlight to the back road, signaling me to continue looking here, while he returned to the original entrance to see if there were any traces of what we had left behind.

Watching the light of the searchlight gradually disappear at the other end of the figurine road, I didn't rush to get up to find clues, and chose to sit in place. I lost the breath of another person beside me, and all that was left with me was a searchlight that emitted a cold light.

I pricked up my ears to hear if the footsteps of the sub-car were still not far away.

Of course, I didn't hear it. Except for silence and silence, and in front of us there is darkness and darkness.

I rummaged through my bag, pulled out my cigarette and lighter, lit it, and took a few puffs. Although he was alone, he was unexpectedly not worried about the presence of unknown things. There's no way any dude could have been lying on his stomach for so long.

I wiped the corners of my mouth and exhaled a puff of cigarette to reorganize and reflect on the clues given by this space. I don't think this is a special construction for defense, so there must be something we didn't take into account.

I listed all the things that came to mind in my mind, the unusually high ceiling, the change of perspective, the extremely narrow figurine road intersection, and the old man...... A sixth sense called me clearly indicates that there is a connection, as if a thread is about to be pulled, but for a moment I can't think of a fart.

「shit！」 I let out a low cry and pressed my cigarette to the ground and extinguished it.

I smoked a few cigarettes in a row, and continued to think in the dark. I told myself to stay calm and keep it simple, that this was just a space.

Thinking that we are not the first people to enter the stone cave in this mountain, it is the last group of people who dig the hole in the transparent coffin, and it is the last group of people who put the specimens here, no one can be sure that no one has come to this mountain before, if it is more detailed, maybe the old man and the person who painted the mural are not the same party.

I got up and walked back, slowly looking up at the murals. At this time, the steady footsteps approached from afar, and I turned my head to see that the car was back, and it was obvious that I had found nothing, but I still asked meaningfully.

"How? Did you find anything when you went back?"

"Nothing but saying hello to my dude." I looked at him face to face, and the sight of 1.9 meters was naturally above me.

I listened to his words and fell into deep thought...... In a flash, he suddenly remembered his brother's extremely disproportionate lower body.

"Hey, if you stand up, he'll be taller than you." I asked.

"Nonsense, I visually measured my dude at least two and a half meters."

"It's two meters five...... I have an idea, you can hear it."

"Say."

"Look at the entrance of the figurine, the whole height is much higher than that of the old man, if the old man's generation is not the first people to come here, does it mean that the people who built this rotating layer are humans from earlier, do you think their height may be more than three meters or even four meters?"

The cultural development of human beings is inseparable from space, and even the primitive cave dwelling is a space.

To live, you have to be human.

"Well, that's a possibility." Ziche hit the searchlight on the zenith and looked back and forth, "This inference is interesting, the door really doesn't open so high for no reason, if it is not for special intentions, then the only possibility is that they are tall in the first place."

"Think about how high you set the light switch when you were in the house?"

"Probably...... So be it." He frowned and raised his hand to paint, immediately understanding what I meant, and his eyes scanned the mountain wall sharply.

When the height is more than three or four meters, but the hand is not particularly long, the height of the switch can be reached casually......

Ziche's eyesight is good, I helped to light it up and told him to look carefully, if the speculation is not wrong, the switch must be on it.

After a while, "There you have!"

At this moment, I exhaled at the same time as the sub-car.

Sure enough, the ancient houses are not as complicated as some thief-proof tombs, but our perspective has changed. To put it bluntly, humans are getting shorter and shorter. He cast the searchlight in a circular motion on a small spot, which was a little higher than expected. I couldn't see it clearly, but the texture of that little bit felt different from the surrounding rock wall.

Looking for is found! But the question is how to get up? That height is no longer something that people can carry.

The passage is not wide, about five meters high limbs and with support to climb up, the two of us are eager to jump up, open hands and feet to try to resist the wall, but the earth walls on both sides of the mountain wall are seriously sandy, a little force will be scattered, the whole person scattered sand to slide down together.

We tried a few more times, but the green tendons burst to the neck, and we couldn't even kick three meters. I don't have good eyesight, but I can only see the approximate position of the knob.

"Otherwise, I'll throw you up." I looked at the cart and stepped on a lunge, folding my palms in a gesture that threw the person into the air.