The two of them could not open their eyes due to the strong light, and instinctively raised their hands to cover their eyes, but to no avail.
Fortunately, after a moment, the bright green light dimmed on its own. The gunsmith and John opened their eyes almost at the same time and saw incredible changes.
The environment they were in had changed. The originally square metal room was now cylindrical. The same black walls, murals and text that transmit light, the only difference is the shape of the room.
"What did you just do?" John asked.
The gunsmith replied: "I found a symbol that looked like a handprint, so I tried to put my palm on it, and then the light behind the symbol became brighter and brighter..."
John said: "Is that a switch that can change the shape of the room?"
The gunsmith said: "No... the room has not changed, it's just that the creatures in the room have been moved... I guess this is the secret of why we moved again after falling to the bottom of the river." As he said this, he looked around and then leaned towards a place. Walk towards the wall.
"Look, this cylindrical room also has such a handprint symbol." The gunsmith squatted down and looked at the symbol and said: "It's smaller than an adult's hand, and it looks like a child's..." He paused: "This What did it remind you of?"
John's expression changed slightly: "That black humanoid creature?"
"Yes, and look at this height, it is about the same height that the creature can reach when standing. If we want to touch it, we have to bend down." The gunsmith said.
"So?" John looked at the gunsmith, expecting the other party to give an answer.
The gunsmith said: "Even if you look at me sincerely, I can't give you a definite explanation. I can only speculate... Maybe the Olmec civilization you mentioned is indeed related to aliens? Or maybe this BC Civilizations that lasted for more than a thousand years were actually far more advanced than we modern people had imagined. They did not perish. Instead, they survived by hiding in the underground world after encountering some major disaster or accident. The black people we see are The erotic creature might be one of the survivors."
When John heard this, his expressions changed several times, and finally he could only reply: "It seems that your success may be greater if you write a paper to compete for the Nobel Prize..."
The gunsmith said: "I'm just guessing, but based on the black creature secretly following us before, my guess should be relatively reliable. The plane I was on crashed, and your expedition team was killed. , in the final analysis are caused by some unknown magnetic field interference, and it is most likely caused by this ruins.
God knows when the black creature we saw in the afternoon followed us. Maybe it was following you before you and your team members were caught by the cannibals; or maybe he came from the ruins spire that I destroyed. Climbed out; maybe there is more than one creature...
The only thing that is certain is that the activity of these ruins happened in the near future, and unfortunately, we happened to catch up with them. Now, for some purpose, the creature in this ruins doesn't want us to leave the rainforest above us. It's even possible... it wants to attract us to this underground world. "
John thought for a while and said: "Assuming that the conclusions you analyzed are true, there is a kind of advanced prehistoric creature here that fell into a deep sleep thousands of years ago and only woke up recently. If I were them, before returning to the ground , I will grab a few specimens first, study the current level of human civilization and evolution on the earth, and then make any calculations."
"It makes sense. Compared with the aboriginals who wear grass and eat human flesh, you and I look more worthy of research." The gunsmith had moved to the other side of the room at this time: "There are also handprint symbols here, there are three in the whole room. With such a mark, I estimate that if you press different mechanisms, you will be transported to different rooms."
John cheered up: "That means we have a chance to go out?!"
The gunsmith said: "But the problem now is that we can't read the words in the room. We don't know which mark to press and where it will lead. Moreover, after the transfer is completed, we can only rely on the shape of the room to judge whether we have been here before. , if there are thousands of rooms here, and many of the shapes are repeated, then we may never be able to leave."
The two of them fell into silence. They couldn't think of a good countermeasure for a while. In fact, they also understood that this was a waste of time. The final countermeasure was to keep pressing the button in the hope of being teleported outside.
After a while, John spoke again: "Actually, have you noticed that these rooms have no function at all, except for murals and texts, they are empty. Only museums would be built like this, but what is the meaning of different shapes?"
The gunsmith sighed: "Perhaps this kind of civilization has gone too far beyond our understanding. It's like if you ask a native in the jungle to take an elevator, he will only wonder about the function of the big iron box before entering. After the elevator stopped at another floor and opened the door, the changes in the environment in front of him became a mystery to him, haha... It's really similar to the situation we are encountering now."
John stood up and walked to one of the switches: "No matter what, I can only live for two days at most if I sit and wait for death. Just think that I am a native who has entered the elevator. Pressing all the dozens of buttons will open the elevator sooner or later." Door." He said and pressed on the handprint-shaped symbol.
The green light lit up again, engulfing the two of them. After nearly ten seconds, the surroundings returned to normal brightness.
This time the room was in a zigzag shape, like a winding corridor. The gunsmith and John stayed in the middle section. They searched again and found that there was still nothing in the room. Apart from the murals and text, there were actually handprint symbols this time. There are as many as nine places.
The gunsmith said: "Weird technology. As long as one person presses the switch, the creatures in the entire room will be sent to another space, and our clothes and belongings will also move with it... By the way! Do you want to try it, both of us? Press the handprint symbols in two different places at the same time and see what the result will be?"
John wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I suddenly thought of the Fly Man..."
The gunsmith said: "Well... just pretend I didn't say anything."
After that, John took over the task of laying fingerprints. It was not known how the movement between these rooms worked. Anyway, they had never encountered a room with the same shape, so they had never returned to the previous room. Every time Each time you press the fingerprint symbol, you will be sent to a new place.
In this way, the gunsmith counted silently in his mind, and moved a total of twenty-nine rooms. The time may have passed a few hours, maybe only half an hour. They had no watches on them and could not see the sun. It was dusk when they fell into the river. At this moment It might be late at night, or it might be early morning. In short, the two of them had completely lost their sense of time.
At first, every time they entered a room, they would search for every handprint symbol on the wall, but then that was all. There was no pattern to the number of symbols. The minimum was three, and the maximum was nine. In any case, no matter what the situation, They've all just been transported to places they've never been.
The gunsmith was a little strange. Assuming it was late at night and he had not eaten since noon, he only drank a few mouthfuls of river water to fill his stomach. Why did he still not feel tired or hungry after so long? After thinking about it, it must be related to this ruins. Even though the temperature, humidity, and air quality here are pretty good, people will always be hungry when they should be hungry. After more than twenty hours, they will always be tired. Yes... The gunsmith's expression suddenly became very strange. He suddenly realized that he didn't even feel the need to go to the toilet at all, which was strange.
Just when he was about to ask John if he was in the same situation, there was another burst of green light in front of him. Before he could fully open his eyes, John shouted: "Look! Charles! It's a passage!"
The gunsmith regained his sight and found that he was in a straight corridor, which led to a very far distance. At a glance, it was impossible to see the end, and the murals and text were replaced by two green light tracks. There are no mudra symbols around.
John said excitedly: "Do you think this is the way out?"
The gunsmith's expression didn't look very excited. He just replied calmly: "You won't know until you get there."