Jiang Cheng found that he was in a room surrounded by strange-looking tables and chairs, and in the center of the room was a one-meter-high, three-meter-square cubic platform. Several metal supports protruded from the edge of the high platform, supporting a strange crescent-shaped object that was as tall as a person. And in the empty center of this crescent-shaped object, a gray substance was quietly rotating in it.
Jiang Cheng felt that his attention was attracted by the gray matter, and he vaguely felt that everything he experienced was closely related to the gray matter, so he asked: "What exactly is the gray matter?"
Xu Dingjia asked, "Don't you think it looks familiar?"
"Looks familiar?" Jiang Cheng thought of the gray fog he saw in the meteorite space, and then thought of his earlier experience.
Gray fog, terrible disasters, mutated bugs in the city consciousness...
"Could it be that this is... nightmare fog!" Jiang Cheng said "nightmare fog" and his heart immediately became very sure!
"Why is the nightmare mist here..." Jiang Cheng pointed to the crescent-shaped object held by the high platform, not knowing how to describe it.
"This is some kind of device! A device used to preserve the fog of nightmares!" Xu Dingjia said.
Jiang Cheng became more and more surprised when he heard this, and asked, "Why do the ancient strangers want to preserve the nightmare mist?"
Chu Xueying said from the side: "Look at the patterns on these walls. Although we can't understand the words, we can infer from them that they are studying the nightmare fog!"
Jiang Cheng looked at the surrounding walls and saw patterns related to the crescent-shaped device. The first mural seems to be annotating the installation, with texts of varying lengths written on different parts of it. In the second picture, there is a strangely dressed man standing in front of the crescent device holding documents. The third picture is even weirder. It does not draw the entire crescent device, but the nightmare fog in the middle. It was a sphere with an irregular outline. Within the sphere were various specious and twisted and weird images. Looking at those images, although Jiang Cheng could not correspond to specific things, he would think of various terrifying existences. From this alone, Jiang Cheng can be sure that the artistic attainments of ancient strangers have reached an extremely high level. Outside the sphere, there are several eyes painted, as if they are observing everything in the fog of nightmare. Next, there are four or five murals, which seem to be strangers doing some kind of experiments with various animals and even people.
The final mural is divided into several pictures. The first picture is a dozen simple human figures and crescent moon devices. In the second picture, the images of people are more concrete. They are wearing leaves and animal skins, and they are different from the previous ones with weird costumes. The characters are completely different. Those clad in animal skins filed into the nightmarish mist of the Crescent Device. The third picture is a picture of everyone entering the fog of nightmare, and each person's figure has been distorted into shape. Just looking at it from a distance, Jiang Cheng could feel the pain those people suffered. The last painting is of a person emerging from the fog of nightmare. There were originally more than ten people who went in, but only three of them finally appeared on the screen. Their images were completely different from normal people. One's body was mutilated, and the other's body had shrunk a lot, as if it had dried up and shrunk. The image of the third man was the most shocking. He was lying on the ground. He no longer had the shape of a human being. His whole body was covered with scales. Half of his limbs were as short and thick as a reptile, with sharp claws. The other half of his body had hands and feet like Insect-like encased exoskeleton. With disheveled hair, you can vaguely see one eye, but the other eye is on the huge chin!
A feeling of extreme anger and nausea came to his heart. Jiang Cheng felt his stomach churn, and he quickly ran to the wall and vomited it out.
People like Xu Ding Jia were furious at this time and said through gritted teeth: "The ancient foreigners actually used human beings for experiments! From this point of view, it is not a pity that this cruel and cruel civilization was destroyed. .”
As a foreigner, Chu Xueying felt a little embarrassed at this time. After all, Xu Dingjia was talking about her ancestors. However, facing the cruel scenes, she really couldn't say anything in defense and could only stand aside silently.
Jiang Cheng finally came to his senses at this time and said weakly to everyone: "I don't care if this is a safe place or not, in short, let's leave quickly."
Xu Dingjia said in difficulty, "So far, we haven't found a way out."
"How could this happen?" Jiang Cheng asked in confusion, "Then how did we get in?"
Xu Dingjia hesitated to speak, his eyes always looking at the crescent device.
Jiang Cheng understood and asked: "Could it be that... we came out of there? From the fog of nightmares? Just like those experimental subjects?"
Xu Dingjia nodded.
Jiang Cheng finally understood at this time, "The place we entered at that time was not a foreigner's institution! No wonder those meteorites were able to detect our thoughts, and there were also nightmare bugs that only appeared underground. It turned out that the place we were in, It is in the experimental site created by the stranger!"
"Leave! I have to leave this place!" Jiang Cheng felt a very uncomfortable feeling in his heart, as if he had absorbed too many painful emotions of the people who became experimental subjects from the murals. This kind of pain is different from the physical pain, and it is also different from the frightening feeling of the previous terrible experience, but a kind of extremely sad but unable to express the pain. Jiang Cheng seemed to be able to hear the cries and screams of every undead, and felt the torture they suffered. He felt extremely depressed in this room, and even breathing became extremely difficult.
"Exit! Where is the exit!" Jiang Cheng walked around the room anxiously, as if he was in a state of madness. He kept beating the wall with his fists, causing blood without even realizing it, which made all onlookers feel distressed.
At this moment, Xu Dingjia finally noticed that Jiang Cheng was in an abnormal state. He rushed forward and pushed him to the ground, saying loudly: "Jiang Cheng was exhausted and was severely stimulated at this time. His originally weak mind fell into chaos again! He must be calmed down now. , please help me quickly..."
Jiang Cheng struggled violently and knocked Xu Dingjia to the ground, and then he was walking around like a man in a daze.
Chu Xueying felt uneasy and asked hurriedly: "What can I do now?"
Xu Dingjia got up and continued to chase towards Jiangcheng, saying: "I am trying my best to use hypnosis to calm him down, but I won't do too much. After all, he is a real person and has a certain resistance to hypnosis. What do you want now? All we have to do is find the exit as soon as possible, otherwise Jiang Cheng is likely to go crazy and die!"
When Chu Xueying heard this, she didn't dare to hesitate at all and started looking around like an ant on a hot pot. On the other side, Xu Dingjia pushed Jiang Cheng to the ground again and finally used hypnosis on him.
Jiang Cheng gradually calmed down, and his body's resistance was no longer so fierce, but he still kept chattering: "Get out! I want to get out!"
The voice was sad and desolate, which made people feel really uncomfortable.