But Chongyang looked at the ground without saying a word, frowning.
I stood up and slapped him on the head, "Why, not satisfied, but you put the front."
"No." Chongyang, "the mark is disappearing."
Ning San and I looked down quickly, "It's still there."
"It's very slow, look carefully."
We squatted down, illuminating the two letters of CN on the ground, and staring at them for a moment. As Chongyang said, the scratches on the ground are slowly healing, just like a human body wound. This healing process It's very slow, if it weren't for Chongyang carefully, we might not have discovered this problem.
The three men looked at each other, then squatted on the ground and watched the scratches heal until they disappeared.
Good guy, can't this maze be less difficult? When Ning San was in the Chongqing drainage system, someone added a mark behind him. Now the drawn mark has disappeared. Anyway, he won't give us good fruits.
"Try another place." I said.
The three people changed places again, and they were no different from the previous ones, and the idea of using the markers was completely bankrupt.
"Hey, hey," Ning San said, his thinking is solidified, why must the mark be engraved? Just put something on the ground. "
Put something? But right now the corridor is clean and smooth. What are we going to put on, clothes
"Would you like clothes?" Chongyang said hesitantly, "take a dagger and cut it into cloth strips."
I can't imagine this picture. The clothes on the body are reduced while walking. In the end, can the three of us naked men run out of the underground? I'm afraid it was cold to death before running out to be embarrassing.
"Stupid." Ning San said, "We can also use backpacks, anyway, there is not much in the bag."
This is acceptable. We took out all the contents of the bag and put them in the Chongyang bag, not to bully him, to raise children to prevent old age. The remaining two packages are used as token generators.
Take the dagger and cut it into small strips. Throw one at every passage. There is no wind anyway, so I don't worry about being blown away.
In such a situation, we can only try to figure out the distribution of the corridors around us on the premise of maintaining the most basic direction. This is a matter that requires a sense of direction. Fortunately, we have not gone back many times. With the help of the mark, we are roughly moving deeper.
Although this labyrinth is also distributed on a plane, the plane is wavy, sometimes ascending, sometimes descending, and it is more difficult to ascend, because the metal texture is too smooth, and the descending steep slope is better. Three people sit on the top of the slope. Just slide straight down like this, just like sitting on a slide. We may have slid as fast as 100 meters for the farthest distance, and the size of the maze can also be seen from the side.
But in general, we can feel that the terrain is still rising.
I suddenly thought, "You said, these metal tunnels, are they also part of the goddess statue?"
"You mean, we are in the intestines of the mother of the wet floodwater?"
"About this, you can't have a maze here for no reason, there must always be his reasons."
Ning San thoughtfully, "If this is the intestines, where did we come in just now?"
This topic is too disgusting, and the three people consciously did not expand on this topic of women.
But this maze is not particularly complicated. Finally, with the sudden enlightenment in front of us, we finally walked out of the maze. Of course, it is still in the body of the goddess. Just looking up at this time, you can already see the light of the cold light bullet passing through the hole on the top of the goddess statue, which should be the location of the facial features, spilling in, unexpectedly like a bright but dim moonlight.
In the center of the statue of the goddess is a huge cavity. The cold light falls and the shadows are beautiful, but the ears are not quiet, it is a sneer sound, as if a pot of water is boiling.
I suddenly woke up, it was a sound of air currents.
The airflow, I knew something was wrong, and I saw the white light scattered from the five senses of the goddess statue suddenly flourish, converging into a dazzling beam of light and falling down, illuminating the thick bronze chains in the dark. Illuminated the woman who was locked by the three chains.
She is here again.
Instinctively, I thought it was a dream again, but I turned around and took a look. Chongyang and Ning San were both by my side. If I didn't bring this, I brought them with his mother.
I patted Ning San and Chongyang. Both of them are physical. They stared at the locked figure and asked me in doubt, "Why are you photographing me?"
"Let me see if it is a dream."
Ning San understood, "Is this the mother of the wet floodwater you dreamed of?"
I nodded.
I thought that the image of the mother of the wet dragon is just the illusion she projected in the dream, but she designed the image based on human cognition. Who knows that she really looks like this, it’s not right, the wet dragon is the wet dragon, and the human being is Humans, there are some similarities in outline that can be understood, but how can the mother of the wet flood really look like a mermaid, and the upper body is exactly the same as a human? Since her upper body is human, why are her offspring deformed into such a monster
The position of the woman hanging this time is far away from us. Her neck and both hands and wrists are locked by chains, she is suspended in mid-air, and her head hangs down. She seemed to feel the visit of outsiders, she raised her head and opened her eyes.
That expressionless face is no different from what I saw in my dreams.
A soft inhalation sounded, and we obviously felt the air current surging toward her. The woman's voice seemed to be coming from a very far away place, and the breath was broken as if it was in a strand, "You come here." Up?"
We didn't speak, the woman just hung in mid-air looking at us so far away, "You came to kill me?"
I'm speechless for a while, don't know how to answer, I should say, yes, are we here to kill you
Although it is true, killing her and us, the mothers should have lost the foundation of existence, and Ning Shan and others may turn the crisis into peace. But is this wooden sword really credible? I know this will not be another trap.
"Why don't you speak, Ning Chuan." The mother of the wet dragon looked at me and said, "Don't you remember me?"
"Yes." I said.
"Then you come." She looked at me, "You come to kill me."
"what should I do?"
The woman stared at me, her tone suddenly mournful, "You seem to be very anxious."
You damn you are not my girlfriend, why are you making me angry here
"Life is short." I said, "Why waste time on the section."
"Life is short... It is a wonderful word. The eternal topic of your human beings is nothing more than life and death, the past and the future, memory and forgetting, dreams and reality."
This deep underground, but omniscient woman, is here to talk to me about poetry, poetry, and philosophy of life
"Dream and reality..." the woman murmured to herself, and suddenly raised her hand and pointed at a distance. I felt a strange fragrance. There was nothing wrong with me, but there were two falling sounds behind me. I looked back, Ning Sanyo Chongyang has fainted.
"Life and death, past and future, memory and forget, dream and reality, Ning Chuan, can you tell the difference?"
My expression became solemn, "For example, is it a dream or reality?"
"At the moment, is it a dream or reality."
I thought for a while, "You are very good at manipulating people’s dreams, so the current situation looks calm, but there are too many abnormalities, and there are some overlaps with the elements of the first dream. The situation in front of you is mostly a dream. ."
"Yes -" the woman sighed, "Dreamland, you humans also have a saying, dreaming in a dream, if you die in a dream, you will never wake up. Then the second question is, what you are now? Is it still alive or dead?"
"I don't have a dream in a dream." I said.
"Oh?" The woman smiled and raised her head, the bronze chains rattled, "Really not?"
I was taken aback for a moment, thinking of a possibility, and the cold sweat from my body was streaming down.
What if, my first dream, I didn't wake up at all? (End of this chapter)