A thought suddenly flashed in my mind, don't they... they don't need to sleep? In other words, they are not lying down and sleeping like us, but standing up and sleeping
Although it is ridiculous, I soon discovered that this idea is actually very possible! Because this itself is a weird people living underground and surrounding the abyss. Under the influence of things underground, day after day, generation after generation, even the villages that live outside the canyon many years later will be alienated into undead villages. People who live in these surroundings for a long time will become "walking corpses."
Then the living habits of this underground nation are basically unreasonable. Maybe their eyes are already degraded, and even their body bones are different from ordinary people, so it's not uncommon for them to sleep standing up.
If they sleep standing up, it can explain why the cave is bumpy, because they don't need to lie down at all.
I am simply a genius. What kind of a well-off society I enjoy? How cool it is to be Sherlock and how exciting to be Sherlock.
I thought I was doing it again. He hurriedly ran over to find Ning Hanqing and repeated the guess. He was not as excited as I was, because this was not a big deal at first, so I lowered my head and thought about it, then said: "Yes. Reason, we did check their remains before. The posture of this group of people has been significantly different from ours. It is not impossible to sleep standing up. But as you said, sleeping standing up has very little requirements for the venue. A very small area is needed to provide sleeping space for one person. In this case, the production space on the first floor is completely enough for them to rest on the spot. Why bother to set up a living space on the second floor? What?"
Meng Qisheng pointed out the problem immediately. Indeed, a nation living in a group has basically no awareness of private territory and private property. If the sleep problem can be solved in a public space, it will not open a special cave.
After hearing the problems he pointed out, I also realized the existence of unreasonable points. No matter how you guess, the explanation is not clear.
"There must be a lot of things we haven't figured out behind this, but fortunately, this has nothing to do with our trip, and you don't have to be too obsessed with it." Meng Qisheng did not take this matter to heart, and said lightly. .
I nodded, there was heavy footsteps over there, and I took a flashlight vigilantly and shone it over. What came was a bloated shadow, and when I approached, I found that it was Wang Di. "Where is Fang Jindong?"
Wang Di raised his head and glanced at me. The blood-red head is almost a piece of fleshy seeds. The facial features are already blurred. Of course, he won't answer my question. Meng Qisheng said, "The one who died hungry and Die left. I haven’t come back in a different direction to show that we’re lost. Let’s wait a little longer, and we’ll forget it. Anyway, it’s the hunger that the Sichuan group of doctors practiced, and most of them are.” After speaking, he smiled coldly. .
Fang Jindong saved my life. I was uncomfortable listening to Meng Qisheng's words, but didn't say much, because I was still thinking about the problem just now.
This is a strange ring, and there is always an unsatisfied condition.
If the underground people lie down and sleep, where do they sleep, and what is the role of the second layer
If they sleep standing up, although the rough and unbearable doubts of the second layer have been resolved, since this is a nation similar to a clan commune, there is no need for the second layer to exist as a private space.
In other words, there is still an unknown condition to be discovered.
The people of this underground ethnic group adopt the way of standing and sleeping. At the same time, for some reason, they must leave the first and third floors at a specified time every day and gather to the second floor to rest.
There are many possibilities for this reason. The simplest and less complicated possibility is that this is their religious ritual. After all, things related to religion can't be overstated, no matter how unreasonable, this is almost a nation that pays all for the gods they believe in.
As for the other possibility...
Before he could think about it, footsteps suddenly came in the darkness.
I packed my mind, knowing that any change could happen underground, I was most afraid of being absent-minded, and quickly shone the flashlight in the direction where the sound came from, and stepped back vigilantly.
A dark figure stumbled into our sight, with a stiff gait, no facial features on his face, and darkness all over his body without seeing anything.
Originally, I wondered if Fang Jindong was back, but the shadow in front of me was too dark. You can go directly to the detective Ke Lan to play the suspect by brushing your teeth and wearing shiny glasses. Obviously it is not Fang Jindong.
Meng Qisheng was not too suspicious. He frowned and looked at the dark figure carefully, watching him stumble towards the place where our flashlight was shining, and there was a dull roar from his throat.
He should be invisible, only able to distinguish the direction by the perception of the light source.
I looked at Meng Qisheng, what should I do next, whether to withdraw or come and wait for a while
Meng Qisheng still took the lamp to illuminate the dark shadow, staring at it carefully. The black shadow is not walking fast. It may not be much different from a toddler, but the general direction is correct. He always walks towards the point of the light source. The roar in his throat is overshadowed by a vaguely capable I heard the pain from the inside.
"It's Fang Jindong." Meng Qisheng said, "I can't imagine that this will survive. It is indeed the proud method of those Sichuan guys."
I was horrified. What could be more surprising than a familiar person becoming unrecognizable. "Are you sure? Did he go to the fire and roast him, then he roasted himself and then came back?"
"I got it from the following things. I'll tell you later. Now let's see if this one was hungry and could not be saved."
Meng Qisheng walked over first, and I followed behind and shouted from a distance, "Fang Jindong?"
There was no response at the first sound, and I still stumbled in our direction, so I shouted again, "Fang Jindong!"
There was still no response there. I glanced at Meng Qisheng suspiciously, shouldn't it be your old boy who made a mistake
"The voice is louder, he may not hear it anymore." Meng Qisheng said.
Also, after all the facial features are gone, his head is just a smooth ball with a little undulation, pitch black.
I shouted loudly: Fang Jindong—. There was a sudden pause, and he listened with his head sideways, as if he wanted to use his non-existent ears to confirm the direction of the sound. Then he danced, and there was a rapid roar from his throat.
It is basically certain that it is Fang Jindong, but why did he become like this. (End of this chapter)