Chapter 69 The Truth of Washing Horse Pond

(Update delivered, I'm sorry for being a little late, I'll continue tomorrow.) Thank you for the support of my brother and my friends, thank you. ）

"You're smart, brother." Ali smiled at me. As soon as I saw it, I quickly turned my eyes to the drawings and didn't look at her.

"You still haven't told me how to get in." I say.

"What's the hurry, didn't I say it yet?" Ali stretched out her finger and drew a circle around the place just now, and then asked me, "This place is the center of the lake in Ximatang." ”

I don't understand. The heart said that the person who designed this mausoleum is not stupid, generally speaking, the center of the lake is the deepest place in the whole lake, and this person is full of food and supports himself in the deepest place to design an exit.

Ali still didn't understand it, and gave me a blank look: "Brother, don't you think of the legend of Ximatang?" ”

"Legends?" I was stunned for a moment, and after half a second, I suddenly came to my senses: "You mean the legend of the mysterious evaporation of the lake overnight?" "After saying that, I saw Ali nodding." Could it be?"

Before I could finish speaking, Ali took over my words: "The people who designed this mausoleum have been masters of mechanical techniques for generations. Although this craft has gradually been lost in his generation, it is a big family that has been inherited for hundreds of thousands of years, and it is impossible to press the bottom of the box without a few brushes at home. Saying that, Ali picked up the teacup next to her and took a sip, then frowned and shouted, "Uncle Ming! The tea is cold! After saying that, he hooked his fingers again, and the zombie in the official uniform came over again.

Uncle? I glanced at the zombie walking towards the kitchen with a teacup in his hand, and said that your grandfather called him an uncle, right?

Ignoring my strange look, Ali continued, "This designer has designed a particularly ingenious mechanism in the mausoleum, which was touched for some reason decades ago, causing the mechanism to be opened and all the water in the lake to be sucked in. ”

"Can you guess what the reason is?" I asked.

Ali shook her head: "There are many reasons. There are so many things you can think of. One is that someone discovered it before us and opened the mechanism before we did. Second, the change of water pressure at the bottom of the lake leads to the misactivation of the mechanism. These three may be a bit nonsensical, but it's not impossible - this lake has been around for a long time, and there must be huge creatures in it. It's also possible that these creatures have accidentally touched the mechanism. ”

"Is it possible that the mechanism is aging?" I asked.

Ali shook her head again: "We also considered this situation, but in the end we ruled it out. If it was really due to the aging of the mechanism, it would be impossible for the lake water that had been sucked up to be spit out again. As he spoke, the zombie called Uncle Ming brought the tea, and Ali took it and took a sip and continued: "Moreover, as the designer of the mausoleum, he will not choose some materials with particularly poor materials out of consideration for the pursuit of perfection. ”

"And one more question," I held out a finger, "you said the lake was sucked away." Was it sucked into an underground river? As far as I know, the terrain of Ximatang is not low, how can it be sucked away? I haven't heard of water flowing to high places. ”

"Brother," said Ali, "have you ever heard of the water flowing down?" ”

"What do you mean?"

Ali cupped her forehead and made a helpless expression: "Like this," said Ali and took a bottle of Coke from the coffee table that she hadn't finished drinking. "Look at it." Saying that, Ali poured the Coke upside down, and the bottle mouth was down: "Now the Coke in it is the water in the washing pond." As she spoke, Ali unscrewed the cap. The cola smacked twice and leaked clean.

I blinked, but didn't speak.

"Brother, you're so stupid." "There must be an underground river below Ximatang that flows to the lower ground. All that person had to do was divert the water from the lake into the underground river. ”

When I heard this, my heart said yes. I was about to ask how the water was spit out, but Ali interrupted: "I said brother, I'm not that designer, how can I know so much?" ”

I think about it, too. So he asked her, "So how are we going to get in?" If we had opened the mechanism, wouldn't we all have to be sucked into the underground river? ”

"You've gotten smarter, brother." Ali snapped her fingers, "According to our guess, there will be an hour or so of drying up after the lake is sucked into the underground river, and we will go in at that time." ”

"Won't the person who goes down to open the mechanism still be sucked in?" I asked.

"Brother," Ali let out a long breath, "I just praised you for being smarter." After saying that, Ali paused, and made a flowering motion with both hands.

I understand in seconds. The heart said that it was really the person the fat man was looking for, although this personality is different, but he has a heart that likes to play with explosives.

I hope the explosives that this little girl made out won't be as unreliable as the fat man. I prayed in my heart.

After coming out of Ali's house, I saw He Tao squatting boredly in front of a tombstone, looking at the epitaph on the tombstone.

That's right, Ali's home is in the center of a long-abandoned cemetery. I even had some doubts that the bodies in Ali's house were dug out of the ground by her grandfather and her in the middle of the night.

"Coming out?" He Tao asked, "Hey, why are you red?" He Tao looked at me, and then at Ali who was standing next to me. It was summer, and Ali was wearing only a small tank top and a pair of small shorts that were almost up to her thighs. The white swaying skin was a little dazzling in the sun.

Ali couldn't help but snort when she saw He Tao looking at me and her with a wicked smile, but she didn't say anything. As soon as I saw that the situation was wrong, I hurriedly explained that she and I had just done nothing.

He Tao put on a "I understand" expression and whistled back in the car.

"Why don't you explain?" I asked Ali with a frown.

Ali shrugged: "Please, brother, I'm a girl, what can I say about this kind of shameful thing?" After that, he ignored me and went straight to the car.

I looked at her gloating expression, and suddenly remembered the picture she had almost put on my face just now, and my chest tightened.

"Brother, get in the car." Ali shouted as she stuck her head out of the back seat.

I rolled my eyes and ignored her, and walked straight to the passenger seat, but before I could pull the door and Tao locked it from the inside.

"What do you mean?" I asked He Tao.

He Tao lowered the window and shook his head towards the back seat: "You kid want to leave after eating and wiping it off?" Sit back and go. ”

I saw Ali in the back seat sticking out her tongue at me with an innocent expression.

"Count you ruthless, remember it for me." I gestured to Tao with my middle finger.

"It's also for your happiness." He Tao moved his lips and said in a lip language.

"Fart." I replied with my lips.

After getting into the car, Ali took the opportunity to say that she was tired, and then fell asleep on my shoulder. I was left with a bewildered face, and He Tao with a **** evil smile.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when I returned to He Tao. There are only three days left until the week that the fat man gave me. After taking a shower, I lay topless on the bed wrapped in a bath towel and thought about what to do next.

Maybe it's because there are too many stimuli during the day, which causes the brain to be overloaded. Thinking about it, I get confused. In my daze, I heard the door squeak open, and a figure walked in. I couldn't react, and watched sleepily as the figure walked towards me and lay down next to me.