Long Yuehong, who had been looking over there, suddenly retracted her head, and her heart beat faster involuntarily.
dead!
Inside the crate lifted from the seventh floor was a dead man!
Jiang Baimian turned his body sideways and pressed his back against the wall on one side of the corridor.
At the same time, she stretched out her left hand, grabbed Shang Jianyao's shoulder, and dragged him to the door of the room.
Bai Chen quickly took a step back and returned to the room.
In the indescribable silence, the sound of rubbing and the sound of wooden boards closing came from the stairs one after another.
Jiang Baimian leaned forward slightly and looked at the place cautiously.
She saw the two dull gray-robed monks lift the crate again and go downstairs.
During the whole process, even if there was an accidental fall and the falling of the crate, they did not have any dialogue, no communication at all.
What's even more strange is that they haven't looked around to see if anyone has seen it.
After the two gray-robed monks disappeared at the entrance of the stairs, Jiang Baimian turned his head and motioned with his hands to signal the other three members of the "Old Tune Team" to return to the room with him.
Seeing that the team leader closed the door, Long Yuehong whispered in shock and fear:
"Is this the end of being lured into the seventh floor without permission by the devil?"
Be a corpse!
Jiang Baimian raised his hand and touched the cochlea, barely figuring out what Long Yuehong was talking about.
She said in a low voice:
"Not necessarily seduced by demons."
Seeing that Long Yuehong's expression changed slightly, Jiang Baimian added:
"It may also be for other reasons to enter the seventh floor.
"Anyway, the corpse just now should be a monk. It can be preliminarily judged from the fact that he has no hair. The cause of his death seems to be suffocation."
As for how he was suffocated, Jiang Baimian couldn't come to a conclusion just by looking at him from a long distance.
In any case, Long Yuehong can only be happy about this:
"Fortunately, we didn't believe the knocker and sneaked into the seventh floor recklessly. Otherwise, it would be us who are now loaded into the crate and carried down."
"In that case, I want to apply for a song." Shang Jianyao imagined the scene described by Long Yuehong.
It's a pity that no one asked him which song he wanted to accompany.
Jiang Baimian skipped his speech and responded directly to Long Yuehong:
"It's unlikely that the one who killed the monk or even lured him up was the knocker."
"Uh..." Long Yuehong couldn't turn around for a while.
Bai Chen pursed his lips:
"Indeed, if the knocker wants us to go to the seventh floor, it should be restrained a little in the past two days, and there will be no more strange deaths, so as not to be caught by us and completely dispel the idea."
"Yeah..." Long Yuehong nodded slowly.
Shang Jianyao helped to add with a serious face:
"According to the above, there is a 'Buddha's body' and a demon, who is the knocker, and who is the existence that killed the monk just now?"
Long Yuehong almost blurted out, "Of course the devil is knocking on the door and seducing us", but on second thought, this is not just saying that "Buddha's response" caused the monks who entered the seventh floor to die strangely, and caused the "old tune group" Just bumped into it, to deter them
In this way, who is the Buddha and who is the devil
"If the 'Buddha's body' used the method of knocking on the door to imply us to go up, then it would be the devil who killed the monk who stopped us just now." Jiang Baimian was thinking about this question just now, "But the 'Buddha's body' 'Would you like to see us directly through the 'Yuanjue' guarding the seventh floor? It's simple, convenient, and fast! Could it be that he sees our purpose, even the 'Crystal Consciousness Cult' can't know?"
"It's also possible that the situation on the seventh floor is more complicated than we imagined. 'Buddha's response' may not have anything to do with knocking on doors or killing people. It's just trying to suppress and maintain balance." Bai Chen expressed his thoughts.
"Yes, yes, maybe he also split into nine, nine or eighty-one. Some want to trap us, some want to use our hands to do certain things, some want to stop all of this, and some are mediating. Someone knocking on the wooden fish and chanting sutras..." Shang Jian said, the more excited he was.
Although Jiang Baimian thought it sounded very absurd and crazy, but considering the cost of the "Bodhi" field, there was a similar choice, and he believed that Shang Jianyao's statement might be the truth.
She sighed and said:
"Associating with this level of existence is often tantamount to danger.
"It's better that we don't do well."
Long Yuehong couldn't wait to raise both hands and feet in approval, and Bai Chen also felt that this was the most rational choice.
Shang Jianyao glanced at Garibaldi, who had fallen asleep again, and sighed:
"If that's the case, I would really like to ask him how to accommodate myself."
Awakeners of the same cost and higher levels are not so easy to meet.
However, all of those are speculations from Shang Jianyao, which may not be true.
In the evening, Jiang Baimian used the radio transceiver again to describe the experience of the past two days.
In order not to be noticed by Zenaga and other monks, she did not mention the five holy places. She also told Shang Jianyao and others not to think about similar things at ordinary times. She planned to wait until she returned to the company and then applied to go to the ruins of the steel factory to see what happened to this holy place. What secrets are there.
When the telegram was about to finish, the sound of cats meowing was heard in some streets in the area around the Sikkaro temple.
"Ow", "Ow", "Ow"!
It was a little bit bleak, as if he was enduring some kind of pain.
For a time, there were cat meows with different characteristics but the same shrill sound in several places, one after another, complementing each other.
"There are also cats in heat this season..." Bai Chen looked out the window and whispered to himself.
"It's not the hottest time yet." Jiang Baimian finished his work and raised his head.
Bai Chen nodded:
"That is to say, there can be cats in the Red Giant Wolf District, but there will be no living cats in the Green Olive District, uh, except for those with special abilities."
Many people in the Green Olive District are hungry every day, and they try to eat two bites when they see a mouse.
As soon as Bai Chen finished speaking, Shang Jianyao rushed to the window, facing the outside, and opened his mouth:
"Meow!"
"..." Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen were both surprised and not surprised.
It's not the first time that Shang Jianyao has done something similar.
When the group first arrived on the surface last year, he used "Oow" to "chorus" with the howls from afar.
While waiting for the company's confirmation call, Jiang Baimian looked at Shang Jianyao and wanted him to be calmer.
At this moment, she saw Shang Jianyao take out a blue and white loudspeaker.
loudspeaker…
While Jiang Baimian's eyes were a little straight, Shang Jianyao brought the loudspeaker to his mouth:
"Meow!"
This cat meow reverberated far away, and the cat that was in spring stopped screaming.
"Ow!" Shang Jianyao changed his name again, and his voice shook the sky.
With equipment, it is different.
In the next second, Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian and the others heard the voice of Zenagar in their hearts:
"I also ask the donor to be quiet, and it is not advisable to disturb others at night."
"Indeed, it's rude." Shang Jianyao admitted that he was wrong, and said, "I'm sorry."
He stuffed the blue-and-white megaphone back into his tactical backpack.
It was finally quiet... Long Yuehong breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
When it was time to sleep, Jiang Baimian looked at Shang Jianyao lying on the bed and suddenly asked:
"Will it work?"
"It's difficult." Shang Jianyao sighed.
ah? Long Yuehong, who was in charge of night duty, looked blank.
After more than ten seconds, he vaguely understood what the team leader was asking, and realized that before Shang Jianyao, it was not a simple attack.
He probably wanted to get the attention of Sleeping Cat or Nightmare Horse with an unstoppable momentary twitch.
No, I can't think about it anymore, or Master Zenaga will hear... Long Yuehong quickly turned her attention to what is tomorrow's breakfast.
Hey, nothing to think about, either oatmeal and bread, or oatmeal and toast.
…
Golden Apple, 22 Booney Street, home of the reformist leader Gaius.
As the elder's son-in-law, Sheriff Wall came to visit again.
He entered the study, looked at his father-in-law's hooked nose, and sat across from the desk.
In fact, Wall didn't quite understand why his father-in-law, as the army commander of the Eastern Legion, came to the first city this time to participate in the meeting of the elders and called the citizens' assembly, why he did not return to the army for a long time.
"Tell me, what new information is there?" Gaius leaned back in his chair with a slightly relaxed body.
Wall didn't hide:
"I learned from an informant named Old K that the previous team that contacted Marcus and stole some secrets was from 'Pangu Creatures'."
"'Pangu creatures'..." Gaius repeated, slightly relieved, "No wonder they are interested in things in the North Anhford area, which is indeed their focus, not an illusion."
Wall was confused.
…
In the early morning, it was just dawn.
The "Old Tune Group" heard a knock on the door.
"Breakfast is here." Although Long Yuehong disliked the fact that there were only so many breakfasts in Sikkaro Temple, but when he was hungry, even if he repeated the same food every day, he could accept it.
He walked over and opened the door.
Outside was not the young monk they were familiar with, but a gray-robed monk who looked rather silent.
This monk is also from Honghe, with deep facial features and green eyes.
Like the jhana, he was thin, just not close to being out of shape.
"Several donors, the new chief invites you to come over." The gray-robed monk raised his palms in front of his chest and saluted.
"Why?" Shang Jianyao asked first.
The gray-robed monk replied in a slow, slow tone:
"About the strange noises you've heard these past few nights."
To give an explanation, or to deal with it? Jiang Baimian nodded lightly as he turned his thoughts.
She did not reject the gray-robed monk.
As "prisoners" they have no right to refuse.
Following the gray-robed monk, the four members of the "Old Tune Group" left the room and walked all the way to the top of the stairs.
The gray-robed monk looked back at Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian, and the others, and stepped up the stairs, as if he meant to follow me.
This is going to the seventh floor... Jiang Baimian nodded invisibly.
Seventh floor! Her pupils suddenly dilated, and her outstretched feet froze in the air.