Behind the door is a downward step, the step is very deep and you can't see the end. I exhaled and then picked up the Japanese saber on the ground and walked down the steps.
I have a habit or obsessive-compulsive disorder. I like to count when I walk up the steps. When I finished the steps, I counted 69. Calculating at 30 centimeters for each step, I went down more than 20 meters deep.
Adding the previous three floors, how big is this place? It is unimaginable.
Going down the steps and passing through a long and narrow passage, I came to a closed space of four to five hundred square meters. In a corner of the space, there is also a very ordinary wooden chair.
Based on previous experience, I began to knock on the wall with the handle of the knife, hoping to find a secret doorway, but I was extremely careful with every knock, for fear of touching the hidden weapon and losing my life here.
boom!
The sound of the knife's handle hitting the stone wall was a little dull, not like hitting the stone. I hurriedly knocked twice.
Bang, bang!
Lightly touch the wall with your hand, the wall is very flat and smooth, and there is light in the place where your fingers are passing! When I look closely, I find that there is not only light, but also my own shadow.
It turned out to be a mirror!
I was busy wiping the wall with the palm of my hand, and quickly wiped out a large mirror surface covered by dust on the wall. But the mirror on the wall is not made of glass, but made of a special material that I have never seen before. It feels a bit soft, a bit like hard plastic.
Looking at the complete wall, I went to the opposite wall and there was a "mirror" on the opposite wall. But what horrified me was that I couldn't be seen in this mirror, I could only see the helmet and Japanese saber hanging in the air with lights on!
In other words, the mirror on the wall is no different from a normal mirror except that it can't reflect the true self!
But where did i go
Is it the problem of the mirror or is it my own cause? It doesn't matter if it is the former, but what if it is the latter
Thinking of my various experiences and unique characteristics, I prefer the latter. Because I am a freak, my life course has been broken, and my original Qiqiao Linglongxin has been lost, and there is still rare type 2R blood in my body...
I think the reason for this situation is not only that I am different, but the two mirrors are also different, especially the mirror that can't reflect myself.
Between the flashing lights, my mind suddenly
There was a word that scared me: Yin Yang Jing!
The first source of the yin and yang mirror is the Ming Dynasty gods and demons novel "The Romance of the Gods". It is the magic weapon of the immortal family and has both sides. The dark side is black, the sun side is white, black is death, and white is life. However, the yin-yang mirror is relatively simple in the folks. It is a mirror that can see people and things in the underworld.
Although the mirror in front of me and the two theories are not the same, referring to the two theories, in my flawless reverie, I still came to a conclusion.
If I am still alive, my mirror can be seen as a sun mirror, but my mirror can not be seen as a penis mirror; if I die, the two mirrors are just the opposite.
So am I alive or dead now
I admit that my thinking at this time has been chaotic to the extreme, and a lot of inexplicable worry and fear have been born.
But after a brief period of confusion in my brain, I gradually recovered calm, and then raised my hand, the light on the helmet shone on my hand, casting a shadow of my hand on the ground, and pinched my face again. Feel the pain.
This proves that I am still alive!
That's right, I'm still alive, let alone the so-called living dead!
There are many subtle and weird arrangements in the ancient tomb, which can make people hallucinate, so everything in front of you must be an illusion!
After thinking about it, I waved the saber in my hand and slashed at the mirror on the wall with all my strength.
when!
The sharp blade left a mark on the wall, and the mirror on the wall immediately disappeared and turned into a cyan wall! I ran to the opposite wall and slashed a few times. The mirror disappeared from the book room and restored to a cold wall.
This made me breathe a sigh of relief. The anxiety in my heart was replaced by the joy of facts trumping eloquence, but when I touched the knife marks on the wall with my hand, I was once again dragged into confusion by the facts before me.
The blade left by the saber on the wall, although not deep, is very neat, and there is no trace of stone splashing nearby. That is to say, the saber is not cut on the stone, but it is like a "plastic guard" cut on the wall. Film" on.
The existence of "plastic protective film" shows that the mirror is not an illusion, but a real existence, because the "plastic protective film" of special material is a mirror. Is this protective film similar to a high-tech electronic screen
I found that my knowledge and cognition can’t explain all of this at all, the only thing I can do
Can only be guessing.
Suddenly, I realized that I was wasting precious time while avoiding the truth. If I continue to struggle with this issue, I will never find a way to get out of the fetus.
I lighted a cigarette to calm down, and I looked at the huge space again. Now that such a large place was built, the importance of using a fan to cover people's eyes and eyes is self-evident. What is its function
No matter what the function is, will a large number of people come here when using it? Even if there are not many people, there should be a lot of equipment or instruments.
Where did those people or instruments come in from? The little door from me
will not!
Because the wicket is too small, it is unrealistic in terms of efficiency and convenience to descend more than 20 meters of stairs. Such an analysis brings me back to the problem at the beginning. There will be hidden channels in this area.
But where will the secret door be? I looked up and saw the four rows of lights on the roof. The bulbs were all covered with metal lampshades. The wires connecting the bulbs were 20 to 30 centimeters away from the roof.
It stands to reason that the light bulb should be close to the roof, because this design is neither beautiful nor safe. What the Japanese do is not as logically ridiculous and absurd as in the anti-Japanese drama. The Japanese are recognized as rigorous and serious in the world, pursuing exquisiteness and even harshness.
So this design must have no ulterior motives.
I looked up and observed in detail one by one, and I found out that one of the wires connected to the electric light turned out to be iron. I knocked the lampshade a few times with a saber, but it didn't move.
This discovery made me ecstatic. Controlling the surprise in my heart, I hurriedly moved the wooden chair in the corner and stepped on it to check, reaching out and pulling down subconsciously.
With a "click", the lampshade was pulled down by me, and then I heard a muffled sound above my head. As if hitting a huge hammer on the top of my head, it shook my eardrums.
In a moment, a stone gate opened on the wall, and I rushed over in amazement. Behind the gate was a long passage.
The passage behind the stone gate is quite different from the one I have walked before. The stone wall is not only bumpy, but also has bronze candles.
If the passages I passed through were all underground fortifications built by the Japanese invaders that year, then the tombs in front of me are undoubtedly the real Han Dynasty tombs.
Unexpectedly, the real ancient tomb is here!
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