Daomu Biji

Qionglong Stone Shadow Chapter 50 Entering the Mechanism

We put the dead pig down, and then rinsed the entire iron plate with water. Soon, the sound of machinery was heard, and the iron chain drive kept ringing in the cave wall. Slowly, all the reliefs coming out of the cave were heard. They all shrank back. At the same time, the iron plate paused a few times and began to rotate slowly again.

Xiaohua and I repacked the cold fireworks, short-handled shotguns, soju and other self-defense lighting items. We worked together to lift the iron plate and supported it with iron rods to expose the hole.

The injury that Xiaohua suffered before still left me with lingering fear. There must be something tricky down here. It is very dangerous to go down now. He did not rush in. Instead, he cut off a pig's foot first, tied it with a rope, and threw it out of the hole. Go down.

Just like fishing, we put it in little by little and put it very deep, but there was no reaction.

He put an iron sheet of iron clothing on his chest and back, moved a little, and got in through the opening first. He was very fast, and saw that the light of his flashlight quickly went down, and once it reached the bottom, it went dark. Come down.

I didn't dare to speak, and my back was covered in cold sweat. I waited for five or six minutes before the flashlight below lit up again and flashed twice. That was a safety signal for me.

I took a deep breath, threw down the equipment bag on top, then carefully put my head into the hole, and then tried to get my body in.

I was "fatter" than Xiao Hua. I climbed on those iron chains and finally got to the bottom. I found that the space down there was very cramped. I couldn't even stand up, and my head would hit my head while sitting.

The structure of the "organ message space" at the bottom of the entire iron plate is very complicated and has reached a point where I can't describe it. But after I get down, I can clearly understand the operating mechanism of the entire agency message at a glance.

There are many iron teeth on the bearing of the iron plate, which can be opened by the rotation of the iron plate, and there are countless iron rings around it. The iron rings are connected to intricate iron chains, leading to some unknown place on one side of these stone chambers.

Predictably, the number of rings that rotate the iron plate is different. The iron chains that the open iron teeth hook are different, so the iron chains that are pulled are also different. The activated mechanism messages are also different.

In the lower part of the stone chamber, there is something like a water wheel, inserted into the mouth of a well below. The water in the well mouth is turbulent, which is a water vein in the rock. The rotating water wheel is transmitted to the bearing through gears and chains, so the iron plate can Turning on its own over the years. There was nothing around that could have scratched Xiaohua, but countless cotton-like things could be seen hanging on the chains. It seems to be grease from a long time ago.

The entire agency information room is like a well, except that the bottom is slightly larger. There was a strong smell of blood in the agency room, but there was no trace of blood. I didn't know where the blood that had been poured down went.

At the same time, we didn’t see the tricky things Xiaohua said.

Not seeing it doesn't mean there is nothing. We carefully squatted down and searched around, and found that there was indeed no living thing around.

Maybe because of some mechanism? I thought to myself that both Xiaohua and I had made a mistake, and Xiaohua also looked puzzled. However, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

I asked Xiaohua what’s next with my eyes. He pointed to one side with his flashlight. It turned out that there were three holes five or six meters high on the wall of the well. The cracks, which are only one person wide, looked like they were repaired. They looked like very narrow corridors. All the iron chains were divided into three groups and pierced directly into these three cracks.

When the flashlight shone into it, I found that it was very deep, and people could barely squeeze in. When I looked up, I found that the top of the crack was three or four meters high. There are stones hanging one by one with iron chains, and underneath the stones. They are all the same clay pots we saw in the Queen Mother Kingdom of the West.

This is where the agency "comes out" if we get something wrong. The stone above will definitely fall and smash the clay pot, and then the crap king in the pot will definitely make us suffer a lot.

The first few stones have fallen off, smashing many clay pots in the front, exposing the hair inside. This should be the last time someone came here, and the message mechanism was activated by mistake.

I saw in the darkness from the back part to the end of the crack, there were countless stones hanging there, hanging there eerily, neatly listed in the depths of the crack. I don’t know how many there were. There were mountains of clay pots underneath. Layers upon layers make one’s throat sting.

The other two cracks were in exactly the same situation. The chains interspersed in the three cracks seemed to be the three tentacles of a monster.

"This structure shows that there are three mechanisms in total. Even if we unlock the first one, it will not help. If we work honestly from the prompts, it will be a long-lasting project. We judge from the height of the chain. The lowest one is This group should be the first agency message." I said, "This thing is a bit like a fucking door lock."

The agency room where the first agency message is sent should be at the end of the crack where the lowest set of iron chains passes. We have to pass through.

This design is very ingenious. I can see that on the stone walls on both sides of the crack, there are countless copper nails, which are iron knots embedded in the stone walls. They have all rusted into green flowers, and they seem to be for people to walk on. But looking at the weird shape of the staples, I knew there must be something fishy. There must be a message mechanism under these nails. If you step on it wrongly, you will be in danger.

Moreover, the positions of all the staples are very suitable for footing. It is difficult to avoid these if you want to crawl over them. Even when Xiaohua was at her peak, she couldn't perform any tricks in such a narrow space.

I asked Xiaohua: "Wukong, what should I do?"

Xiaohua thought about it up and down, looking left and right, to see if there was any place that could be avoided, but it was obvious that all the details here had been paid attention to. Up to the upper edge of the cave wall, they were all made of old copper nails. She couldn't think of anything for a while. Come up with a good idea.

I pointed to the rocks hanging above. Each one weighed a ton. The chains hanging them were very strong. I didn’t know if I could get over them.

Xiaohua shined a flashlight, "tsk", and said: "It seems feasible, but look at the many copper nails here. If they can take this into consideration, can't they consider those stones? I think, this Don’t touch anything in the ditch. There must be something fishy about it. The people who built this place are completely different from ordinary craftsmen. They are proficient in ordinary dumping skills and will not give us such an obvious opportunity."

"If you don't want to go from above. Then you have to either climb the copper nails on the wall or step on these clay pots. There is no other way." I said. There are only a few directions in total. Is it possible that we can still pass through the wall?

Xiaohua stepped sideways into the gap. Carefully, he explored some distance forward, gently touched the copper nails with his hands, squatted down again, picked up a piece from the pottery pieces, and withdrew.

There were many black stains stuck to the inside of the pottery pieces, which should be traces of rotten human heads. He put the pottery pieces on the ground and asked me to step on them. I stepped on it. The pottery pieces shattered immediately. The craftsmanship of making this pottery pot is very simple, and it is so thin that you can't help but step on it.

Xiaohua said: "This is fucking awesome, I have no intention of letting anyone pass by."

"How did they set it up at that time? Is there no secret passage for craftsmen or something? What if it needs to be repaired?"

"There should be no after-sales service for this thing. In ancient times, mechanisms were generally driven by stones and iron chains, which were very solid. Generally speaking, they would not be damaged by earthquakes or anything like that. If there is a channel, it must be Among these staples, we now have to find out which ones are safe from so many staples. The risk is too great." Xiaohua said, "The designers here are not ordinary people, and they don't have ordinary people's ideas."

This feeling. I have never experienced this before. Looking at the mechanism in front of me, I don't feel that it is complicated or mysterious, but it is really helpless. Compared with the mechanisms that Wang Zanghai shows off his skills, the mechanisms here are practical, effective and have no flaws. This is something designed by a real master, and it makes people feel frustrated.

It would be nice if the stuffy oil bottle was here, I had this thought again. Suddenly, I discovered that danger had been saved so many times. It turns out that it wasn’t my luck, but the two people around me who solved so many problems. I've taken it for granted.

After hesitating for a moment, Xiaohua sighed solemnly and said to me: "I have no choice but to go head-on. It depends on whether the ancestor will bless me or not."

As he said this, he took out a bundle of rope from his equipment bag, handed it to me, and asked me to grab it. He put the other end around his neck, and then took out a whistle-sized purple clay bottle from his small bag. Come on, pull out the plug and smear the contents on your hands. It's a black powder. Even through the gas mask, I immediately smelled the smell of Chinese medicine.

"What are you going to do?" I had an ominous premonition.

"This is Chinese medicine and charcoal ash used to absorb sweat and refresh your mind." He said, "I want to crawl over."

"You're crazy!" I said, "The jars here are so brittle and will break when touched. If you want to die, don't hurt me."

"Things that will break if you stand on them will not necessarily break if you lie down on them. As long as there are many pressure points to disperse the weight, I can even pass through light bulbs. This requires hard work." He said.

As he spoke, he took off his shoes, turned his back, and lay down on the ground.

I originally thought he would lie down, but I didn't expect him to lie face up like this. I was even more surprised when I saw that his back and buttocks used very clever force, and his whole body had shrunk into the crack against the ground.

This is a method of moving forward by relying on the flexibility of the back muscles and assisting with hands. It seems to be a very relaxed yoga, but the little flower moves very fast, making me feel that it is simply a snake, crawling close to the ground. I can I know that it is definitely a huge physical exertion, and I also know how he developed his lean but powerful muscles. However, I have to admit that such an action is very ugly.

"Are you sure?" I asked. After all, there are no eyes on the back, so this method still relies on luck.

He looked at me and said, "Not sure you're coming?"

I shook my head and smiled bitterly, and he rolled his eyes at me. Then he relaxed his whole body, took a few deep breaths, said a few unknown words, and then started to move deeper into the crack.

The moment Xiaohua leaned against the pots, he and I paused for a moment. I clearly heard the sound of the pots being pressured and rubbing against the pots below. It seemed that the thin pottery pieces were about to be crushed. There was a crisp cracking sound. I held my breath and watched him move up slowly, and the sounds became more and more frequent. But Xiaohua didn't hesitate and moved her whole body onto the clay pot bit by bit.

At that moment, my back felt numb. I was a little lucky that after experiencing so much, I started to skip the fear and went directly into a state of high tension. I held my breath and watched every move he made.

Soon, he was very far away from me. Under the flashlight, I could see him moving in the dark gap. This feels very weird, as if we are escaping through some ancient cable duct. As he climbed, he placed a rope through which I would later enter.

Five or six minutes later. He has penetrated to a depth of about thirty meters, and I can no longer see clearly with my flashlight. He shined his flashlight ahead, and along the way, although the tiles made many frightening sounds, they were all false alarms. I gradually began to feel at ease. Listening to the echo of his heavy breathing, I shouted into the gap: "Take your time, we are not in a hurry, and no one will compete with you. Take a rest when you are tired."

A moment later, his voice, panting and cursing, came from inside: "You're fucking resting in a place like this." As he spoke, he flicked his flashlight, and I saw him illuminating the rocks above. If these things fall, Come down and smash him into minced meat.

"You maintain your condition and strength. The more anxious you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes." I said, "Those things are not that easy to fall off."

"This is not a technical job. As long as I lie down and there are no accidents, I don't need to concentrate too much. Paying too much attention to my back will cause problems," he said. "I'm just afraid that something will go wrong. I'm afraid that some of the pots are broken but not cracked. They cracked when I pressed them, or there are some mechanisms in these pots. These things depend on luck. I'll be faster and slower. The outcome is the same, I’d rather save the waiting process.”

His voice was very calm. I seemed to have had many similar thoughts before. I don't know whether this was an excuse or a state of mind unique to people like us. I immediately felt that Xiaohua's heart was indeed very similar to mine.

"Then I can't help you with anything. You don't want me to be here to help you chant sutras."

"You can read it after something happens to me. Now you can sing a little song to relieve my tension." He said slowly.

This kind of joke is not funny at all. On the contrary, it made me feel that he was still worried deep down, and I sounded a little scared. This is a normal person, not a god or a monster. He has the same emotions and weaknesses as me. He will also be nervous at this time. This may be the norm in this industry.

"Don't worry, I can't run away even if you die. You can sing enough on your own on the way to hell." I yelled at him.

Xiaohua didn't answer me anymore, maybe because she felt that my back hurt when I talked, so she continued to crawl forward while panting. I also knew that talking in this situation was very energy-consuming and distracting, so she kept silent.

The flashlight light continued to go away, and after a while, I could only see the light, and the only sound left was the gasping sound, with an ethereal echo, which sounded a bit like a requiem. I gradually became unable to concentrate. attention.

After a while, he spoke again: "That's not true. I think you will still go to heaven. I'm going in the opposite direction, so I'll wait for you. If something happens, you can turn around and leave." I won’t blame you.”

It sounded more and more ominous to me, so I wanted him to stop talking nonsense. It would be bad if the Lord of Hell heard this and found it difficult to accept such kindness. Before he said anything, he said: "Huh?"

"What's wrong?" I suddenly came back to my thoughts.

"What's hanging here is not a stone." He said, shining the flashlight above, I could no longer see his position. You can't see where he shines.

"What is it?" I became nervous.

He scanned it a few times: "It's hanging very high, so you can't see clearly. It seems to be the skin of some animal. It's definitely not a good thing." As he spoke, he seemed to be turning the halo of the flashlight, and the light gradually gathered and became stronger. The movement made him The pottery pot below made a series of knocking sounds, and I immediately said to him: "Be careful! Calm down. You see how breathless you are, so you should calm down first. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst."

Hearing his voice coming with an echo, he seemed to be stunned for a moment. He looked at the things above and wondered: "Breathing? I'm not breathing. Aren't you breathing?"

I said, "It's not that exaggerated if I want to pant. Besides, I'm not moving. Why should I pant?"

He was quiet for a moment and then shined his flashlight on me. It was far away and only flashed once. I said, "Don't be ridiculous, it's fucking scary here."

"I'm not kidding." His voice had cooled down.

I saw his flashlight start to sweep through the gaps, and realized something was wrong. Both of them fell silent, and I began to sweat coldly, listening to the direction of my breathing.

It must have come from within this gap. Because there was an echo, I thought it was Xiaohua panting. But if it wasn't him, what kind of sound was it? (To be continued)

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