"You mean, these Milotuo cannibals?"
"They eat all the creatures they can catch. The most common way of catching them is that they use a unique method to trap creatures that have strayed into certain crevices and caves to death, and then eat their corpses."
We followed him back to the cave. "What's the unique way you said?" the fat man asked.
"They can seal the caves and crevices with their own secretions, trapping their prey inside the mountains. This process is very fast. There are a lot of crevices in these mountains, like a maze. After many people enter, they will find that their mouths suddenly come in. Disappeared."
The fat man and I looked at each other and realized what had happened in the closed cave at the bottom of the lake.
"Or it can be said that they can form rocks by themselves. There are two kinds of rocks here, one is real, existing rocks.
The other is formed after the body fluids secreted by them solidify, and the stone formed by this secretion is exactly the same as the original stone here.
They swallow and corrode rocks, and then fill in with their own secretions, like concrete.
But this method is only effective for limestone, so they cannot move forward when encountering volcanic rocks. There is another way to stop them by splashing strong alkali on the rocks. "
"Could it be that the rock walls around this ancient road are covered with strong alkali. Although we can see the Milotuo inside, they won't come out?" the fat man asked.
I shook my head: "After so many years, won't it be washed away by the rain?"
The ghost shadow man said: "The entire mountain road is a diversion canal when it rains. There is an alkali stone ore layer on the top of this mountain. All the rainwater on the mountain washes down from the top of the mountain and is led into this diversion canal.
You see the start of these mountain roads is very strange. The rainwater here is very sweaty. The surface of the mountain road has a lot of stagnant water design, so when the running water washes down, there will be countless water pools. After these water pools dry up, the alkalinity inside. The substance will be covered on the surface of the rock. "
I remembered that when we came before, the old road covered with logs that Fatty took us along, indeed had a lot of puddles there.
"So, this is a very special primitive pasture?"
"I don't think the term pasture is appropriate," said the ghost man. "The vocabulary we used at the time was that this is a fish pond. Rocks are water, and these things are fish in the water.
Fish can swim freely in this area, but they can never go ashore. "
"But what you said, they will definitely die when they enter the Zhangjia Old Mansion, does it matter?"
"There is a very common phenomenon in fish ponds. I don't know if you have ever caught fish. In a crowded pond, when bait is put in, all the fish will be attracted by the bait and gather.
After they entered the Zhangjia ancient building, there were slabs covered with strong alkali around the Zhangjia ancient building. Those things could not get in, but they would be attracted by the heat emitted by the people inside and squeeze in Zhangjia. Around the ancient building-everything will be crowded in the entrance. "
"You mean, my friends will be trapped to death?"
"About this, but the situation is more terrifying than you think.
If there are too many Miluotuo gathered around, the mechanism of the Zhangjia ancient building will be activated, and a large amount of strong alkaline water will flow down from the top of the cave, forming a mist that fills the entire ancient building, bringing the Miluotuo gathered around. Retreat.
The entire ancient building will be in a strong alkaline fog, and all the people in the building will not be able to survive. "
The fat man looked at me, and I didn't know how to continue. The fat man said, "Wait a minute, so to speak, have you walked into the ancient building of Zhangjia, then why are you still alive?"
The ghost man lifted his hair and revealed an extremely terrifying face, and reached out in front of the fat man, "Do you think I am really alive? I just haven't died completely."
I saw his face and immediately realized how this melting was formed.
"I was in the tunnel at the time, and it became like this after being sprayed lightly by the strong alkali gas. The people in the building instantly turned into water."
When he said this, he replied calmly, although his entire face melted, but I was touched at once—I seemed to be out who he was.
He is not in that picture. It's not the kind of relationship I thought I had with the third uncle. Thinking about it, I was sweating, but I did meet him. Where did I see him? Who is he
The more I think about it, the more I can't remember it. After remembering for a long time, I finally gave up. I know that it can only be worse if you don't flip through the album, or relax completely.
"Dude, I sympathize with you." The fat man drove around a few times, and found that there was nothing in this hole, so he sat down next to me, "What are you going to do, fat man, I know the doctor of Xiehe, I Looking at your situation, it might be more difficult to look like a human being, the whole Yan Bahu."
"I won't leave here." He said with a drink of water, "I brought you to me, just wanting to ask you something. What you want to do afterwards has nothing to do with me. Anyway, you can't do anything here.
I raised my head and felt a little in my heart. My heart said that I have to ask? Just listen to him: "I have said so much, you should also tell me something I don't know."
"What do you want to know?" I said, I was a little nervous, but when I thought about it, telling him something he didn't know, wouldn't it mean that I could talk nonsense
He said: "Who is in charge of you now?"
"You mean the tube—"
"Take care of you group of'Chen Qing'ers." He said, "It's almost 30 years, and Lao Yu will definitely not be in position anymore."
"No one cares about us." I can only rely on general guesses to judge that he asked the management of the archaeological team that year, "The world has changed a long time ago, and no one of us is in charge."
In fact, I don't know if it is really unattended, but at least judging from the development of the Xie family, Huo family, and Wu family, there is no obvious possibility of political interference.
"No one cares?" He muttered to himself, "You also said that no one cares, is it true that he said?"
"Who else have you heard said, have you been in contact with the outside world during this time?" I asked. Hearing what he said, it seems that he has also heard other people say this thing.
"I won't contact anyone. You know their habit of doing things. I know too many things. If you want to live more comfortably, it might be better here." He said.
I said: "But the times have really changed. If you go out from here, no one will persecute you. The institutions back then are gone. Everyone—everyone is making money."
"Impossible, times will change, but that thing will not change. Wu Sanxing, why do you lie to me."
I sighed and didn’t know what to say. This guy has stayed here for so many years, and Banai is a very closed small village. He may have always thought that the whole era is the same as before, and there is really no way for him to understand. The world outside has changed drastically.
"Don't pretend." At this time the fat man spoke.
When I looked back at him, the fat man said, "You speak so fluently. You must have not been here alone for thirty years.
In such a place, even if you are a handicapped person with all kinds of abilities, you can’t stay so long and keep such a clear mind. Fatty, I’ve seen before. If a person spends too much time alone, don’t talk. Even understanding what others are saying is a problem. "
I also knew this kind of knowledge, so I said: "What the fat man said is right, do you have any hidden feelings?"
He let out a few weird laughter like a fan: "Wu Sansheng or Wu Sansheng, you can always see things that others can't see."
"It's me who broke through you first." The fat man said dissatisfied.
I waved my head to signal the fat man not to speak, and he said, "I can survive because of the team's guide who rescued me back then.
Many people in that village have seen me before, and they thought I was a lunatic. I only had some contact with the old guide, he brought some food up, and I exchanged some things with him. "
"Is that the stuff of the people you killed?" The fat man said, "You took my clothes off, so you want to change things."
"The old guide you are talking about is Pan Ma." I asked him.
He nodded: "No matter what the outside world looks like, the things buried in this mountain should not be known to the world."
"What happened to the others?" He continued to ask.
I thought about it and felt emotional. What should I say, so I had to make up stories, try not to mention personal matters, and only mention a few families and some gossips that I heard.
After speaking, he fell silent, and I could feel that he was not listening at all in the latter part.
I suddenly remembered one thing. I remembered the speculation with Xiaohua at that time. Is the true purpose of the archaeological team really archaeology
Whether it is what the leather bag said, maybe the archaeological team is a funeral team.
I looked at that person, and suddenly felt that such an opportunity would never happen again. In this world, there may be only one person left from that archeological team. It would be a pity if he didn't ask him some very practical questions.
But what exactly is his attitude towards us, I don't know. When I try to bring in his experience, I think his current attitude is very dangerous.
His attitude towards other people was to kill them all. Now he didn't kill us, just because people we know in common with him appeared here and he wanted to ask why.
A person like him cannot change his principles because of his feelings. I think he has spoken so much carelessly, but he obviously maintains extreme vigilance, which shows that he may be murdered at any time.
The fat man’s gun is with him, and we have no chance of winning.
We can’t ask directly, we must be very careful. I made a questioning plan in my mind and picked a few questions. Each of these questions can have room for maneuver. I went through it again before I muster the courage to ask questions.
"What the hell is it?" This is the first question.
He froze for a moment and looked up. I asked him: "What exactly was it that you shipped in back then?"