"Little mask, can you write?" Huo Chi looked at the ice sculpture man standing across from him.

"Boom. The little mask moved forward slightly, and it reached out and carved a line of numbers on the icy ground: 00:05:36

"What does this mean?" Huo Chi looked at the numbers, his brows furrowed slightly, and asked it to write, but it carved the numbers, what did it mean?

00:05:25, the little mask carved a line of numbers again, Huo Chi looked at the three groups of numbers depicted this time, and suddenly understood, could this number be the ten-minute limit mentioned in the message?

So much time has passed?Huo Chi hurriedly asked, "Is this the ten-minute countdown mentioned in the text?"

"Boom. The little mask seemed to answer Huo Chi's question.

"I see, it's a time countdown. Since time was running out, Huo Chi decided to hurry up: "Little mask, who left these words?"

Hearing this, the little mask immediately raised his right arm, and it pointed at Huo Chi with its finger, which was still stained with Huo Chi's blood!

"Did I leave it?" Huo Chi's brows furrowed even deeper, and even Little Mask felt that these words were left by him: "Little Mask, how can you be sure that I left it? I've never been here." ”

"Boom. The little mask heard Huo Chi's question, and moved closer to Huo Chi, it continued to raise its right arm, and put the fingers of its right hand close to Huo Chi's body.

"What do you mean by that, do you want to give me another one?" Huo Chi found that the current behavior of the little mask was really a little confusing.

"Boom. The little mask's right hand flickered with a faint light, and Huo Chi's attention was immediately attracted by these glimmers.

Hmmm? Is this the text? He noticed that the flash of the little mask's right hand seemed to vaguely form two words: match.

What match?what match?Huo Chi looked at these two words, and then looked at the bloodstains on the fingertips of the little mask, bloodstains... Matching... Bloodstain... Matching...

Huo Chi suddenly realized, the blood stains match, the little mask means, my blood or my DNA matches what, right? The little mask just came to me, could it be just to take my blood sample?

However, who does my blood match with? Could it be that it matches the person who left the handwriting? Could it be that the person who left the handwriting is the owner of these people, or even the builder of the city? Huo Chi looked at the little mask, and the doubts in his heart did not decrease, but increased a lot at once.

"Little Mask, do you mean that I match the original builder here?" Huo Chi asked in a different way.

"Boom. The little mask seemed to affirm Huo Chi's problem.

"Did you open up these secret things to me because you thought I was your master?" Huo Chi continued to ask the little mask.

"Boom. Little Mask's answer was yes.

I see, Huo Chi also understood, no wonder after the little mask gave him a little before, he no longer resisted, but still cooperated so much, all because the little mask thought he was his master, right?

However, this is too bizarre, Huo Chi's doubts deepened, and he had to ask again: "Little mask, how many years has it existed here?" Since you can write numbers, tell me." ”

Hearing this, the little mask did not hesitate at all, and it carved again on the ground with its sharp right hand: 500.

"500 years?" Huo Chi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, this place is 500 years old, which shows that this place was indeed not built by him.

"Abu, does the match that Little Mask is talking about mean DNA matching?" Although he knew how long this place had existed, Huo Chi still planned to ask Abu about it.

"Yes, it has instruments in its arm that can analyze DNA. Abu said, "Looks like it should be relic technology." ”

"There will also be the possibility that different people can be genetically matched in DNA testing, right?" Huo Chi hurriedly asked Abu.

"It's possible in theory, but in reality, even identical twins have subtle differences, and matching strangers is almost impossible. Abu's answer made Huo Chi feel a little disappointed.

"It's a match, it's possible that there is a different match, right? How can I have the same DNA as a person 500 years ago?"

"Possibly, it does have the potential to ignore the nuances, but one thing is for sure, you should be related to the person who left the comparison DNA. ”

"It's this body that is related by blood, but I'm from another world. Huo Chi shrugged his shoulders, since this body is some kind of high-level experimental material in Lin Bao's laboratory, it doesn't seem strange to have a relative from 500 years ago.

"Uh... It's okay if you want to say that. Abu was noncommittal.

"The question is, why does he know my name? This is simply the superpower of an unpredictable prophet, a prediction spanning 500 years, and it is so accurate, it is simply magic!" Huo Chi said this, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, yes, this can't be magic, that kind of fake prediction type of magic seems to be able to achieve this effect.

These words must have been engraved a few seconds before I opened the box, maybe this box is a trick box, since the people here can build such a huge trap city, then it is not difficult to make an elaborate magic box.

Huo Chi felt that his own thoughts seemed to explain all this, after all, since they came here, almost everyone's name had been called. If the little masked had been gathering information in the shadows, it wouldn't be surprising that his and Qingqing's names appeared in the box.

Besides, Little Mask really listens to himself, and this place can indeed shield Abu's fellow countryman.

All of this seemed to be interrelated, but he still couldn't figure out the most critical point.

"Little mask, how much time is left?" Huo Chi glanced at the little mask and found that it was in a daze again.

00:3:20, the little mask seriously gave the countdown time, there are still three minutes, the shield here may disappear in three minutes, right?

Let's pack up the things first, Huo Chi took out a bag from the saddle bag, put all the food in it, took out his mobile phone, and took a picture of the text at the bottom of the box, and then used the super dagger to erase all the handwriting.

"Isn't that okay?" Huo Chi placed the box with the disappeared handwriting in front of the little mask.

"Boom. The little mask expressed affirmation.

"When the countdown is over, you'll let me out, right?"

"Boom. ”