As the steps slowly descended, there was nothing in the ear except for the sound of my own breathing. The air is filled with the special smell of mud that has accumulated over the years. It suddenly occurred to me that when we were in the underground palace of the Qing clan, Gu Tang and I entered the sewers of the Chongyang people and were particularly alert to whether the air was poisonous. Right now, I just followed in without taking any precautions. I don't know if anything will happen.
I don’t feel any discomfort in my body. This factory has not existed for too long, and the ventilation is far stronger than the sewers of the Jing tribe. There should be no poisonous gas... Suddenly I regret that I have not studied mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and traveled everywhere in the world. afraid.
I have strengthened myself. To be honest, there is nothing to be afraid of for a big man. Is it possible that I am still afraid of the dark and the ghost? I haven't encountered a ghost in so many years. If you are afraid, you are afraid of accidents.
In order to relax my tight nerves, I tried to divert my attention. I began to think about why there was nothing in this factory, only a huge pit, like a smaller mine. Anyone who has seen a mine understands what this concept is. It hoveres layer by layer like a huge bowl with a pointed bottom. Where does the deepest point lead to? What kind of loneliness would it feel to be in the meantime and looking up? None is known.
What I know is that this will only be an extremely huge project.
What is the original intention of the builder to design the factory
Slowly down step by step, I was already out of breath, but the stairs seemed to have no end, layer by layer, which was ridiculous—perhaps the netherworld was in front of me.
The soil under my feet was getting wetter and wet, so I found a slightly drier place to sit and rest. In the past few days, the whole person is in extreme tension. Because of being in an unfamiliar environment, his personal safety is constantly threatened, but out of the mentality of not wanting to pull others back, he has never really rested.
At this moment, I am the only one left, both mentally and physically, in extreme exhaustion. Although he knows to rest hastily under the condition of extreme exhaustion, it will inevitably take a lot of effort to restore the state again. But I still couldn't control myself, and squatted down without the strength of my upper body.
After relaxing, the thoughts in his mind were not as complicated as before, and gradually I felt something wrong.
The place where I live is not necessarily a hole similar to a mine. The previous speculation was that I was preconceived. If this deep, low-slope ground sink is really a truncated cone shape, then the maximum radius of the truncated cone must be incredible—at least, a factory, and even this entire mountain wall, cannot accommodate it.
As for the shape of this underground space, I can't guess it. If there is a flare in your hand, it will be very easy to see.
After resting for a period of time, the exhaustion in the body is not so strong, and there is not a drag force that seems to come from the center of the earth to hinder him from moving forward. Instead, the sore muscles from the inside out.
I almost fell off when I stood up. Fortunately, there was still a branch in my hand, and the knife around my waist was a burden. If I was not afraid of encountering something, I wanted to throw it away.
My heart said that this is no way to go, so I called out, "Fang Jindong—"
At the first sound, he closed his throat a little, but after a while, seeing no accidents happened, he became bolder. Invisible, the deterrence imposed on people by this dark space has to be weakened a lot. "Fang Jindong—Fang Jindong—" I yelled loudly, one after another, one after another. The tone said he was calling Fang Jindong, rather than cheering himself up.
I think it's strange to keep shouting all the way. In this kind of semi-sealed space, the echo effect is so good. The sound I made from the upper position should be able to reach every corner of this space, and it is impossible for Fang Jindong not to hear it.
If Fang Jindong is able to hear it, what is the reason why he did not reply
The first possibility is the inability to make a sound. Such as coma. In terms of time, Fang Jindong stopped making a sound at the score line soon after he came in, but I have been here for so long without any accidents. The disparity in strength between Israel's Jindong and me, an accident that even he could not resist, but I was safe and sound, obviously unlikely.
Then there is another possibility that I made a mistake from the beginning. Maybe the problem did not appear with Fang Jindong, but with me.
Maybe my voice was heard by Fang Jindong, and he responded to me, but for some reason, I didn't hear it, so I mistakenly thought that Fang Jindong didn't hear it.
As a liberal arts student, I can only think of the explanation of ghosts. I know that the reflection of light is reversible, but what about sound? Is the transmission of sound reversible? I have never seen the complete outline of the space in this mountain wall. Is there some kind of terrain that can make the transmission of sound irreversible
But no matter what kind of terrain, sound is always difficult to capture and predict. No matter whether this kind of terrain is artificially arranged or formed by accident, it is impossible to create a perfect one-way sound wave propagation space. In other words, I can actually hear Fang Jindong's response.
Regardless of the dirt, he lay down, put his face on the ground, slowed his breathing, and closed his eyes. All attention was focused on the ear that was attached to the ground. This is the method of listening to the ground from the TV, I have never tried it, and I don't know if it works.
Concentrating in a calm breath, a faint voice came from the lower left direction. When I listened carefully, it disappeared again. The whole person lay down on the ground for a while, during which there was still a vague sound coming from that direction.
Then go over there.
Just groping for a while, you have to lie down and listen to the movement to confirm the direction, so as not to go astray. This process is very time consuming. Fang Jindong heard the voice but didn't come to me. Maybe it was some trouble. I could only yell his name to make him keep making a sound while groping forward.
I don't know how big this space is, it makes people wonder, maybe what I am in now is not made by man, but another space hidden in the dark
He shook his head and put this absurd idea behind him.
Fortunately, lying on the ground again and again was not without effect, the voice from there gradually became clear. Later, I could hear it clearly while standing.
It was indeed Fang Jindong's voice. But... what is he talking about
Walking forward slowly, suddenly there was some discomfort in his eyes, closed uncomfortably, and then reluctantly opened.
Then below... there is light? It turned out to be as white as sunlight. (End of this chapter)