The white scenery spreads to the sky, and at a glance, it feels like you are in the clouds. During the coldest months of the year, even rocks and trees are covered in a layer of hoarfrost. In this snowy and windy environment, you can vaguely see a small wooden house half buried in the snow on a hillside.
In the house, Old Roll sat by the fireplace, wiping the shotgun in his hand. This gun was his most loyal and familiar companion. When he was young, he once raised a hound, but the life of a dog was too short to accompany its owner for too many years. His wife also died young, and his son and daughter-in-law were also killed for joining the resistance organization. The only thing left that could accompany him all the way to old age was this shotgun.
But the irony is that due to a hunting trip a year ago, he lost the sight in his right eye. This gun has become a decoration since then. The sharpshooter who has spent his whole life closing his left eye to aim can now barely hit targets within twenty meters. Target.
Fortunately, Charles has inherited the accurate marksmanship of the Rohr family. This child has amazing talent and is truly worthy of being his grandson. The old man would often feel complacent in his heart like this, but he rarely praised the gunsmith in person.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside. The old man put down his gun and walked towards the door. He took it for granted that it was the gunsmith who had returned from hunting, because sometimes the boy would not be able to spare his hand to turn the door handle.
In order to protect against the wind and snow, there was a wooden bar across the back of the door. The old man put it down and opened the door, but he saw an unexpected sight.
"Sneeze!" John sneezed, as loud as if his lungs were being blown out.
The gunsmith was awakened by sneezing. He shook his head to drive the dream scene out of his head, then sat up and looked at his surroundings. When his vision gradually became clearer, he was surprised.
He and John were in a quadrangular room. The surrounding walls were all made of metal. The walls were black, and a large number of murals and texts emitting green light were transmitted from the walls.
"Where is this?" asked the gunsmith.
John was standing next to a wall at this time, looking at the words on it: "I don't know, I didn't wake up for long." He paused, as if he was about to finish reading the text in front of him: "I just woke up and came back." I thought I had been captured by aliens, but after reading some of the writing on the wall, I was basically certain that these were human civilizations."
The gunsmith thought about the last thing he remembered before losing consciousness, and then he came to his senses and said loudly: "That's right! Underground ruins!"
John turned around and asked, "What did you say? Relics?"
The gunsmith told everything about the bulge in the ground he had encountered before and the story of digging to the top of the pyramid underground. He also talked about the principle of the bone gun and its effect after hitting the unknown metal shell.
Before John could finish digesting all this, the gunsmith continued: "The river is not very deep, and the possibility of creating a whirlpool is very small. When I saw it, I was guessing whether something happened at the bottom of the river. Abnormal. At that time, I didn't think it was an underground ruin. In a short period of time, all I could imagine was that there was some kind of device creating a whirlpool at the bottom of the river, so I fired..." He stood up: "Now I understand, the ruins must have had an impact on the river, and the bone gun penetrated its outer metal, resulting in the vortex becoming larger, and we entered."
John was stunned for a few seconds and asked: "Impossible... If this place is under the river bed, and as you said, it rises from the ground and affects the river, then where does the water go? Come in with us Where did the river water, silt, and fragments of the raft go? Besides, this room is only a few dozen cubic meters. If water really comes in, such a small space will be filled very quickly. How can it continue to create a whirlpool? "
The gunsmith looked up at the top of the room and replied: "The ceiling is intact and there are no traces of being penetrated by the bone gun. This is obviously not the place where we first came in." As he spoke, he thought: "Hmm... maybe we follow After the water flow was swept into the ruins, it was moved again by some force before reaching the current room."
John spreads his arms, so... is it a mermaid? Or some kind of drainage filtration system specifically for living creatures? "
The gunsmith laughed off the joke: "Haha... you can keep both hypotheses until we find out the truth."
John went back and continued to study the murals: "The machete that was just made disappeared again. Do you still have the things you brought with you?"
The gunsmith checked and found that all personal belongings were still there, but the bone gun he held in his hand before losing consciousness was missing at the moment: "It's not good. I lost my gun. It's not easy to make a new one."
John said: "Is there anything else useful?"
"Of course, provided you can find a machine here that can swipe credit cards." The gunsmith was really helpless, but he never lost his useless wallet in this situation.
"I have to say, the situation is not good, Charles. We have no food and water. We are locked in a place with six iron walls. Even if you can use your superpowers to drill a hole out, we don't know what is on the other side of the wall. , maybe there will be water pouring in, or the outside is filled with soil underground, and we are buried hundreds of meters underground." John said.
The gunsmith was more optimistic: "Humph... Since you can get in, you can definitely get out. There must be some kind of mechanism in this place." As he spoke, he began to fumble along the wall: "To be honest, I even doubt this. Is it a ruin or not? When I dug out the pyramid tip, I thought it would be a huge building underground. But now, in this room, I can breathe smoothly, and the surrounding temperature is suitable for human survival, and it is very dry. There is also a light source. Maybe this is an underground base of a resistance organization, or a secret research institute set up by the empire in the jungle."
John continued: "Or it could be the military facilities that aliens buried underground tens of millions of years ago. They are waiting for one day to use these things to destroy us."
"Isn't that a movie?"
"Yeah, I like that movie, you know why? Because the main character is still alive at the end."
The gunsmith walked half a circle around the room: "Did you read anything in those words?"
I thought John would talk some innocuous nonsense again, but at this moment he suddenly said seriously: "Yes, this is indeed an ancient ruins and belongs to the Olmec civilization."
The gunsmith turned back and said, "Can you really read the writing on the wall?"
John said: "There is something I want to confess to you. My expedition team is not the kind of team that climbs mountains and goes through the forest, then takes a few photos and brings back some local products. We focus more on doing some archaeological work. .”
The gunsmith shrugged: "You can just say tomb robbing." On the surface, he didn't react much, but he was quite surprised in his heart.
The gunsmith suddenly realized that people really can't be trusted easily. Although he had only been in contact with John for less than two days, he had saved John's life no matter what. He had been extremely benevolent and righteous during his journey to survive. He also said: A lot of things I know. Unexpectedly, John, who has been on the verge of collapse these times, has been hiding his true identity and purpose.
"So...are you here for this Meike this time?" the gunsmith asked immediately.
John shook his head: "No, this is not our original goal. The Olmec civilization should be in Central America, and I am surprised to see such writing in this situation. In fact, I am not I can completely interpret these contents, but I have read a paper by a professor at the University of Florida before, which mentioned the relationship between Mayan writing and Olmec.
Putting this aside, even if a certain branch of them did come to the depths of the South American jungle, as far as I know, the Olmec civilization existed for more than a thousand years BC and is the oldest known civilization on the American continent. All the remains and artifacts discovered so far indicate that they did not exceed the level of civilization that should have existed in the Stone Age. So, this room we're in..."
The gunsmith took over and said, "You want to say it was made by aliens?"
John said: "I just assumed."
The gunsmith said: "If your hypothesis is true, you won't have to be a tomb robber in the future. When you go back, you will publish a paper to round out the story from thousands of years ago. By the way, you can use this theory to explain the Mayans' role in astronomy later." I estimate that if you can get some of the things here as evidence, you will be able to win the Nobel Prize as soon as the paper is published." When he said this, his movements suddenly stopped, and then he said: " Ugh..."
When John heard this sound, he immediately knew that something was going to happen. The gunsmith must have triggered some mechanism. He hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"
Before the gunsmith had time to answer, the ground beneath their feet lit up, and the green light engulfed the entire room...