Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Door
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Tongzi's eyes when he looked at the stuffy oil bottle had changed from respect to blind worship, and I seemed to see a second self.
Those red smoke is estimated to be used to wake up the pheasant's neck, and there is no great harm to the human body, but after smelling it for a long time, I still feel a little dizzy, I said: "Go back first, it seems that forcibly opening the door will trigger a lot of mechanisms, let's think about it in the long run." "Our group went back to the previous entrance, the entrance was also closed by the stone door, I tried to knock a few times, and listened to the sound, the stone door was very heavy.
The fat man sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "Is it really going to kill someone?" β
I looked around at everyone, sat down cross-legged, and said, "Everyone is an acquaintance, and it's not good to kill anyone." The gray mouse is usually very clever, but he was frightened in this fight, and said with a sad face: "Angkor, fat man, don't you laugh?" β
"Yes," said the fat man, "if you are willing to sacrifice yourself, we promise not to stay here and laugh." The gray rat choked and ducked behind me, looking at the fat man's gaze as if he were looking at a pervert.
I couldn't help but be angry and funny, and said, "Okay, don't talk about these things that you don't have, and don't scare my guy." After a pause, I said: "Let's force the door, the danger factor is too high, I think we still have to start with the mechanism!" β
"Yes, that's still going to kill people." The fat man said.
I kicked him straight and scolded, "Fuck you, no one treats you dumb if you don't speak." After a pause, I analyzed: "The weight problem, we can replace it with the previous corpse, let's mainly think about the problem of blood, where to find a liquid that is as viscous as blood, and the measurement is about the same as human blood." β
The fat man hissed, thought for a while, and said, "You're talking in a dream." β
I was so angry that I turned my head and didn't want to pay attention to him, and the group suddenly fell silent.
The black blind man was half dead, he couldn't say a word from beginning to end, his life was in danger, and I had a more vicious thought in my heart, if I really couldn't help it, I would have to attack this guy at that time.
In fact, I just think about it casually, unless that guy loses his breath, I really can't do such a thing as killing a living person and opening a mechanism. Probably sensing my gaze at the guy, the smile on the corner of the black blind man's mouth froze, sat up straight, and said, "Little Third Master, let's discuss the matter slowly, don't worry." β
"There's no hurry." I said lightly: "Then did you come up with any solutions?" If I can't help it, then I'll do it my own way. "Actually, I'm just scaring him.
I noticed the black blind man's eyes behind his sunglasses roaming back and forth over me, as if to analyze whether what I said was joking or serious, and after a moment, he paused and said, "There is a way to try, but I need the help of the dumb Zhang." β
The stuffy oil bottle has worked with the black blind man before, in fact, I always thought that they had a good relationship, and for the lonely mute Zhang, the black blind man was at least an inverted partner, but it was obvious that this time, the atmosphere between the two was very cold.
The stuffy oil bottle said lightly: "What way?" β
The black blind man continued to laugh and said, "Snake blood." As soon as these two words came out, all of us were shocked.
yes, why didn't you think of this layer?
Perhaps the image left to us before the pheasant's neck was too deep, and everyone subconsciously stayed away from it and left it behind, but the black blind man now said an extremely crucial point.
Not bad, snake blood.
It doesn't necessarily have to be the most similar to human blood, but its viscosity is clearly more in line with the standards of the organ than water.
But the pheasant's neck is extremely poisonous, even the snake body has a certain toxicity, and the skin that it crawls on will produce a red and swollen allergic reaction.
Everyone looked at the stuffy oil bottle, and he was very crisp, and immediately nodded: "Okay, I'll come." "We didn't want to waste time here, so we went with the stuffy bottle. He put on gloves to touch the corpse, first used the rope to go down to the bottom of the trap, and fished out nearly 100 snakes, large and small.
We took out a water bag and put the snake's blood in it, filling two large bags full of it, and when it was about right, we walked under the hanging corpse and poured the blood into the corpse that had been put down by the bottle.
The job was disgusting, and the fat man volunteered, and after getting all over the blood, the stuffy oil bottle motioned for us to pack up our equipment and wait in front of the snake pit, leaving him alone to complete the final hanging of the corpse.
We all stood in front of the snake pit, because the space was too large, and we couldn't see the movement of the stuffy oil bottle clearly, about five minutes later, we suddenly heard a sound of machine bracket running, and then, a piece of floor tiles bounced out from around the snake pit, like building blocks, and soon, the snake pit in front of us was restored to flat ground.
I tried to put my foot on it, and it was quite strong.
At the same time, the red smoke gradually subsided, and the unicorn bronze door in front of us made a clicking sound, and suddenly retracted to the right, and a black passage appeared in front of us.
As soon as the passage opened, a strong smell of blood came to my face, and by the bright light of the searchlight, I found that the passage in front of me was covered with blood.
I glanced at the fat man, and finally I was about to go in, but the fat man dragged me, waved his gun at the black blind man, and said, "Black master, let's go." "I understand, the fat man is trying to make the black blind man go to thunder.
At this time, the stuffy oil bottle also rushed over, took off the bloody gloves for touching the corpse, and said, "Hurry up, this door will close soon, and it will never be opened again." β
The gray mouse hesitated, "Then we can't come back again?" β
The stuffy oil bottle nodded and said lightly: "There is no turning back." As he spoke, he took the lead in the front, and the black blind man shrunk his shoulders with an innocent face, and said, "The dumb Zhang is rushing to go to the thunder, and he doesn't blame me for this." β
I cursed secretly, ignored the black blind man, and quickly followed the black face of the stuffy oil bottle.
It wasn't until I entered this corridor that I understood the setting of this mechanism.
The trap can be opened a total of nine times, but each time the corresponding door is different, and each time the door is opened, the active trap becomes a dead trap and can no longer be opened. And what is connected behind these nine gates is actually the same passage.
The passage is designed to be very wide, and you can see the shocking blood stains all over the ground, and in this pile of bloodstains, there is one thing that is very eye-catching.
It was a pair of gloves, lacquered black, bloody and sharp.
I was stunned for a moment, and immediately stepped forward, grabbed in front of the stuffy oil bottle, and picked up the bloody glove.
This is the glove of the passer-by.
Passerby A is also here!
The blood stains on the gloves were still fresh and fresh, obviously, this was something that happened not long ago, thinking of the person who was used to open the mechanism, the doubts in my heart were suddenly solved, and the original extra group of people and horses...... It turned out to be a passerby.
When I think of this person, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart. This man gives me the feeling that he is both good and evil, and I must always be on guard against him, but sometimes, it is precisely he who saves me from danger several times, which makes it difficult to fathom.
The fat man obviously recognized this equipment, gasped, and said, "The surname Qi is also here, and there are more people." He then said to the stuffy oil bottle: "I said, little brother, there are a lot of treasures in your ancestral grave, and all kinds of flies and elephants drill here." As the saying goes, fertilizer and water don't flow into outsiders' fields, don't forget me and naΓ―ve. β
I shook the blood on the glove a few times, put the things into the salvage bag, and said to the fat man: "You are wrong, all this time, there has only been one more way, remove that word." β
Immediately afterwards, I looked at the black blind man and said word by word: "Hei Ye, things are coincidental enough." When I was in Kunlun Mountain, I suspected that you and the surname Qi were all the way, and now it seems that this matter is a certainty. β
The black blind man said: "Little Third Master, I don't understand what you say, I don't know which surname is Qi." I glanced at the black blind man coldly, it didn't matter if he admitted it or not, the important thing was that passerby A also appeared.
In Yabuda, passer-by A has already turned his face with 'it' because of the 'key', but now he has led people and horses to fight, and among the passers-by, there are also black blind people.
At that time in Kunlun Mountain, I suspected that the black blind man and passerby A were in the same group, but the two groups never had the opportunity to meet, so I had no evidence. However, this time, the black blind man inexplicably got out of this fight, and then passerby A appeared again, saying that they were not a group...... The devil believes.
But the question is, since passerby A has already turned his face against 'it', what is he doing in this fight? Shouldn't he go all out to hunt down German beauties, or go straight to the German power?
Why is he here?
At this moment, the stuffy oil bottle said: "There is a shootout." He pointed to the wall of the passage, where bullet marks were clearly visible. I can almost imagine that there must have been quite a fierce battle here, otherwise Passerby A wouldn't have lost even one of his life-saving gloves.
But the strange thing is that there is a lot of blood on the ground, and it can reach the stage of a dead person, but we have not found a single corpse.
Did no one die, or were the bodies removed?
The thick blood made everyone vigilant, and finally we turned on all the searchlights, and the lamps in the hands of me and the stuffy oil bottle pointed forward, the lamp in Tongzi's hand hit the top of the passage, and the fat man walked last, and the light hit the back.
My long-term experience has taught me that accidents can happen at any time when walking in the bucket, whether it is up or down, front or back, so this time we walked in a way that almost all the places that could be dangerous were taken into view.
But the accident happened fucking anyway.