The two monks were pushed away without resistance, frozen in the sound of whale chirps.

The sound should be described as a vibration that spreads in all mediums, gushing out of a deep well and spreading in all directions.

At the same time as the eardrum is scraped, the skeletal muscles also resonate with the dull rhythm, and even make the internal organs tremble and the blood flow stagnates, making people feel the whole stomach cramping and nauseating, and a transient amaurosis appears in front of the eyes.

Green was no exception, and sensing the change in water sound in advance bought him crucial time to react, relying on the inertia of the first start to push the two men away from the spot, preventing them from splitting into two or more sections like a stone staircase through which a ravine passes.

The torch slipped from its flabby palm, extinguished in the water, and rolled down the stairs with it.

They sat down in the cold snap, using the last bit of strength to prop up their upper bodies to avoid soaking the belongings they were carrying, but they still inevitably lost some of their lighting reserves.

When the sound from under the giant well came to an end, his body gradually broke free from the nausea tremor, but the churning of body fluids still made Green feel like a ripe berry, with an uncontrolled flow of liquefied matter under the thin skin.

The extinguishing of the torches allowed them to fully enter the range of light that seemed to be missing something, and to get a more intuitive understanding of it.

It is a minimal explanation of the concept of light, which has no meaning other than to allow the eye to receive the outline of the surrounding scene, and is too weak to understand.

But there were a lot of them, and they should have come from a huge luminous body, evenly radiating a decaying atmosphere that seemed to come from another extremely barren and strange world.

At the same time, it also means that the thing that made the loud sound of the whale's cry has not gone away, and the hammer blow of the waterfall has not shaken it in the slightest, and it is indeed like a celestial body that only follows its inherent trajectory.

Intuitively interpreting these contents, he instinctively reminded him of the habits of fish that surface on rainy days; The reef and the lake bed are not going to float, they are the backs of some kind of huge and friendless things.

The sound of the water is still changing slightly, rising unwaveringly against the hammer of the waterfall.

"Stand firm." He tried to spell out the reminder as clearly as he could, controlling the volume of his voice for fear of disturbing the thing in the slightest, which was not at all possible in the sound of water, but it was not easy to overcome the fear of his own imagination.

Once again, they felt a tremor, this time not from the air, but from the solid rock beneath their feet.

The hall visually shifts slightly, and at the moment of the tremor it does not appear to be a building made of rock, but rather a wooden box with loose nails, ready to collapse at any moment.

It was at this time that Green saw the ceiling of the hall for the first time, and he could faintly distinguish a round of circular carvings that occupied the entire dome, crossed by a long fusiform line in the center, and was covered with cracks that were difficult to distinguish between the original and the impact vibration.

After this impact, the bleak light finally began to converge, and the ebb tide retreated from the mist, leaving only a layer covering the bottom of the hall, which rose and fell with the water, and the moss between the stone crevices bathed in this rare light.

There was a muffled, sustained pumping sound from the well, a huge body of water pouring back, filling the cavity left by something sinking.

"What's that?"

The inquiry came from their fellow companions in the same darkness, who, instead of rushing to restore the light, uttered a question that was destined not to be answered.

Green retrieved the knowledge that he had only encountered and left for himself.

If he could, he would have liked to use all the abstract rhetoric he had learned in grammar class, but that was not precise or sufficient to describe his immediate feelings.

If he had to say, he wanted to say that it was a dead moon, or part of its wreckage, that came to life, approached as the water level rose, peering out through the small hexagonal hole that was narrow and cramped to it.

For no reason, that's what he thinks, and his keen intuition has always provided the impression that the things inside the cognition are hard to put together.

The impression was revelively carved into the mind, forming an imaginary picture that was close to reality.

"I don't know." Green didn't know what he was talking about, and tried to hold down his trembling hands, forcing them to fumble and pull out the ignition wrapped in leather paper and ignite it.

"Hurry up, we have to find them before the rain rains down."

From the faces of the two of them, he saw a look of fear and incomprehension.

Whatever that was, the remaining dim light was proof that it was not completely gone.

"Will it come back?"

"I don't know, but we'd better find them before the rain gets heavier, or the current might wash them in like mud." Glancing at the hexagonal wellhead, he stepped across the ravine with his wet legs.

They appeared abruptly and unexplained a few minutes ago, with smooth cuts and sharp edges.

Green felt that he might have realized why a professor had always seemed to have reservations, and that there were things that were fundamentally impossible to describe the logic and form of occurrence to people who had not experienced it.

"Let's go, we've stayed here long enough."

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"Looks like we're going to have to stay here a little longer." Kraft picked up the glass full of orange juice, took a sip, and brought one to Yvonne as well.

Although he had been mentally prepared for the weather change, he really didn't think that the weather that he thought would be showers at most lasted much longer than he imagined, and there was a tendency to get bigger.

In this kind of weather, the road surface is obviously not suitable for horse-drawn carriages without anti-skid and shock absorption functions.

Frances shows up just in time and offers to stay for the dinner that was already planned, and to stay overnight.

Before it was quite night, the servants were already lighting the large candlesticks on the table, and the band went indoors to continue playing, changing to a fast-paced tune that was inexplicably in tune with the rhythm of the dense raindrops.

Dishes that require two people to work together and are far more decorative than practical are brought to the table.

The chef comes to the table and shows the work floor by floor in an anatomically smooth manner.

Inside the roast pig, whose skin is crispy and oily, a lamb is stuffed and the gaps are filled with spices and vegetables.

The chef dismembered the tenderest lamb chops on both sides, divided them into everyone's plates, and took out the whole roast goose from the belly of the lamb, and stuffed an apple in the mouth of the goose head.

When the nearest lecturer got the apple, he almost choked on the underripe lamb. Fortunately, Kraft noticed the abnormality in time, strangled him from behind, and performed the Heimlich maneuver on the spot.

And when everyone thinks that the chef's work is over, the matryoshka master takes out the roasted whole rabbit from the belly of the sheep, and then takes out a suckling pigeon from the roasted whole rabbit, and claims that this concentrates the essence of the dish.

The host, Frances, divides the unfortunate pigeon among the guests according to their seating status.

When she was assigned to Kraft's side, she unsurprisingly "accidentally" cut into something crisp-sounding hard object.

It was a gilt silver hair ornament embellished with peridots, and it was awarded to Yvonne, the lucky winner who happened to be allotted a piece.

Finally, the chef was honored to announce the name of the dish, "In Search of Truth", inspired by the professors' work of peeling down layers and gaining valuable in-house knowledge.

Not to mention, the little half stopped eating, looking weird, and the atmosphere of the banquet was very awkward for a while.

No one noticed that a hurried waiter entered the room and whispered something to Frances, who in turn relayed the message to Kraft, who had not taken a sip of the main dish and had drunk the third glass of juice.

Kraft nodded in dismay, and quietly and quickly rose to his feet.