"help me!"
The figure in the darkness stretched out his hand to Shang Jianyao, like a drowning man trying to grab the last straw.
On the other hand, Shang Jianyao was cold all over, as if he was sinking slowly in the winter water.
As the hand got closer to him, the shimmering darkness in front of his eyes shook violently.
Finally, the pitch black and silently shattered, and the sunlight shone in, causing the black coffin and the "dummy corpse" in sackcloth to reappear in Shang Jianyao's eyes.
His consciousness returned to the real world.
At the same time, there was still obvious paralysis in his body, and many nerve endings were beating gently.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Baimian withdrew his left hand, which was still exposed to some electric light, and asked with concern, "I saw that your expression was distorted, so I tried to wake you up."
Having said that, she sighed happily:
"Fortunately, you took off your mask!"
"How long has it been?" Shang Jianyao asked without answering.
"About three minutes." Jiang Baimian could tell the answer without looking at his watch.
She has been paying close attention to Shang Jianyao's situation and the specific time just now, after all, they can't stay in the temple for too long.
Shang Jianyao thought back and said:
"I feel like only ten seconds have passed."
He immediately described the dark environment, the window in the dim light, the blurred tower in the distance, and the figure crawling under the window, all of which he had just "seen".
"That figure is shouting 'Save me'?" Jiang Baimian asked in surprise.
Shang Jian Yao answered the question:
"He's speaking in Greyhound."
Jiang Baimian looked around the temple's layout, looked down at the "mummified corpse"'s black hair and rough linen, and nodded lightly:
"It's normal."
She immediately muttered to herself with great interest:
"He's shouting 'help me'... Does that mean he's not in a natural state
"When he was exploring the depths of the 'Spiritual Corridor', something went wrong and he was trapped inside, and his consciousness could not return to the body
"Before, his breath was integrated into the murloc Awakener, and if he wanted to breed it, he was trying to open up the channel between the spiritual world and the real world?"
Every time Shang Jianyao entered the "Sea of Origins", she would have similar concerns, and it was logical to speculate at this time.
"It may also be that he wanted to do something and trapped his conscious mind in his subconscious." Shang Jianyao gave another possibility.
At this moment, he is seriously doing academic analysis.
Jiang Baimian said "um":
"But that doesn't explain why his body has survived until now.
"Could it be that, when in such a predicament, the body of a human being or an awakened person will naturally enter a state of suspected deep freeze?"
Her question was not answered for a while, and she could only say:
"I don't know what that window and the tower outside the window mean.
"If it's what you guessed, it should be some kind of mental mapping, and if I guess right, it might be a scene deep in the 'Spiritual Corridor'..."
Having said that, Jiang Baimian turned his wrist and looked at his watch:
"Time is running out. Let's search for other clues. We can't discuss anything from air to air here."
Shang Jianyao agreed, put on the mask again, and removed the flashlight from the armed belt.
The yellowish beam of light snapped into the black coffin, causing the shadows to dissipate and revealing more details.
With a gun in one hand, Jiang Baimian leaned down and used the light of the flashlight to inspect the sleeping "spirit" named Yan Hu from top to bottom.
Looking down inch by inch, she suddenly found that a few nails on the right hand of the mummy were cracked and dyed dark red.
"Injured?" Jiang Baimian's heart moved, and he motioned Shang Jianyao to focus the light of the flashlight on the inner panel of the coffin beside the right hand of "Mummy".
As the light dominated the area, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao saw scratches at the same time.
Some of these scratches are normal, some are intermittent, and some are stained with dark red marks.
"This is what he made with his fingers after he fell asleep? He can still move his fingers occasionally, in the early days?" Jiang Baimian couldn't decipher what those scratches meant, because they might have been made several times. not fully aggregated.
She no longer carried the gun and let it hang on her body, then took out a pen and paper from her pocket, moved the scratches to the paper one by one according to the layout on the inner panel of the coffin, and actively shortened the gap between them. distance.
After the re-engraving was completed, Jiang Baimian finally recognized what these scratches were.
They are four grayscale scripts:
"new world"
"New world?" Jiang Baimian did not expect that after the "spirit" Yan Hu was asleep, the prompt left by exhausting his strength was such a phrase.
Shang Jian Yao suddenly realized:
"He's trapped in a new world!"
"Will this be too simple? Besides, what does the new world represent, and where is it?" Jiang Baimian did not blindly deny Shang Jianyao's guess, but raised more questions.
"I don't know." Shang Jianyao was quite honest.
Jiang Baimian turned his wrist and glanced at his watch again:
"Go back and discuss, continue."
She and Shang Jianyao quickly checked the situation in the coffin and found no more clues.
They seized the last time and quickly passed the left and right corridors of the temple. As a result, there was almost no dust here.
"It's almost time, it's time to quit." After returning to the place where the coffin was parked, Jiang Baimian made a rational decision.
Shang Jianyao seemed a little reluctant to give up, but he still chose to obey the order of the team leader.
Jiang Baimian finally glanced at Yan Hu sleeping in the coffin, his eyes swept across his closed eyes, skinny face, and slightly yellowed white linen, and fell on the branch bracelet at his right wrist.
Jiang Baimian guessed that this should also be an item that can produce wonderful effects, but the last mutation of the murloc awakened made her not dare to try it rashly.
The ghost knows whether the things left by Yan Hu have similar backdoors or "viruses"!
"Huh..." She exhaled, suppressing the greed in her heart, turned her body, and walked out of the temple without looking back.
It is better to leave this kind of high-risk thing to the follow-up vigilant religious personnel or the company's team specializing in similar matters.
Shang Jianyao didn't rush to follow her, put away the flashlight, took a diagonal step, and lifted the coffin board up with his rubber-gloved hands and covered it.
After doing this, he stood in front of the coffin where the sleeping "god" could no longer be seen, and bowed solemnly three times.
Jiang Baimian, who had already decided not to look back, stood in the patio and watched this scene speechlessly.
"He's not dead yet..." Jiang Baimian sighed.
"It's warmer and won't be harassed by bugs." Shang Jianyao gave his reasons, and then he lowered the white curtain at the entrance of the hall.
Jiang Baimian made a "heh":
"Then you bowed the devil's bow?"
"Polite." Shang Jianyao answered truthfully.
After the two of them left the temple at an angle to each other, Shang Jianyao turned around again, and closed the dark door lightly.
"It's so polite." Jiang Baimian commented vaguely.
She went on to say:
"While there is still time, let's search other houses to see if we can find any clues."
It is far better to be near, they directly opened the door in the alley outside the temple and entered the house, and started a simple investigation.
Unfortunately, this place seems to have been sifted by the fish people, leaving nothing related to the text.
The only thing that can be seen is that there are traces of fighting in many places, and there are blood stains that have turned black.
"It seems that he was really attacked by the 'intentional ones', and no one survived in the end..." Jiang Baimian made a judgment based on the information provided by the murloc captives.
When the "Innocent Disease" broke out in the town, the remaining humans became the prey of the "Innocents".
Due to time constraints, Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian didn't stay too long, they left the house in the alley and rushed to the place where the bicycles were parked.
When approaching the entrance of the alley, Jiang Baimian looked back at the doors that he had deliberately left open, and said thoughtfully:
"Then who closed the door for them?"
The "unintentional" who hunted at home should not have the instinct to close the door at will.
"Fully automatic." Shang Jianyao replied seriously.
As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed out the alley and said happily:
"The bike is still there."
"Do you really think they will be stolen?" Jiang Baimian's voice gradually lowered, and he turned his head to look at the mountain in the middle of the island in the heart of the lake.
There may still be some "unintentional" people out there who might actually be able to ride bicycles.
Without further delay, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao got on their bicycles and left the market town the same way.
At this time, the winter evening has come quietly, and the sky has dimmed a lot.
After riding for a while, Jiang Baimian couldn't help but look back at the market town where the temple is located.
This town, full of the ancient charm of the old world, is silent and lifeless in the gradually darkening environment.
For some unknown reason, Jiang Baimian suddenly thought of the evening in Shuiwei Town:
A large number of townspeople returned from the farmland and wild woods in the rear. In the square with many "illegal buildings", stoves were built one after another, and the food was boiled. Some children after school ran around, chasing each other, and some looking forward to it. Looking at my own stew pot...
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After an unknown time, he returned to the quiet town, in the alley where the temple was located.
The whistling wind whizzed past, and several open doors were closed one after another.