Daomu Biji

【The latest chapter of The Legend of Dragon King】

Chapter 43: Back-fighting and Quantum Mechanics

When I returned to the treasure tomb and sat down again, the atmosphere was completely different from before. No one spoke, and I didn’t know whether their faces were white or green. The golden light reflected by the smokeless stove actually started to make me feel very disgusted.

No one asked any more questions, everyone looked thoughtful, but I knew that they were all just like me, their minds were absolutely blank.

Things are beyond our control, and even my assumption that it was a mechanism no longer exists. We have entered an indescribable state. Any scientific reasoning is declared completely invalid after such a simple experiment.

Because no human power can make a bullet make such a huge turn in a matter of seconds.

If we want to use science to explain this phenomenon, I am afraid that even quantum mechanics may not be able to explain it.

This is really a ghost beating the wall! Shunzi's face was extremely ugly, and he looked at his father who was standing aside, showing a very sad and frightened expression.

I know what he was thinking at this time, and he also understood why the mummies in the jewelry had such desperate expressions on their faces. In such a situation, he tried again and again, and returned again and again. Starting from the starting point, until they run out of ammunition and food, how can they not despair? I am afraid that when they die, they will have lost all hope and still have not figured out anything.

And we may be the next batch. Soon there will be four more shriveled corpses here, with the same expression of deep despair, allowing the victims behind to guess what we were thinking before we died.

The reason why I didn't despair and didn't think of this step before was because I thought that with my own wisdom, as long as it was an intellectual thing like a trap, I would not be trapped, but things are different now. Obviously, the situation we face is much weirder.

Do you want to continue? After about ten minutes of silence, Pan Zi asked in a dry voice.

No one answered, but several people cast their eyes in the direction of the fat man.

There are two more hypotheses on the ground in front of the fat man. The third one is my random idea: space folding.

The reason why I suddenly mentioned this point just now is that I suddenly remembered that when I was in the crevice of the volcano, the bottle of stuffy oil disappeared in front of me for a few seconds. I was puzzled at the time. Now that I think about it, maybe it really has something to do with space folding, because the experiment just now was really terrible. It was simply a pseudo-scientific experiment.

With one word, my mysterious and mysterious space folded into the most likely explanation.

If Fatty hadn't listed these things. I'm afraid that after seeing this experiment, I will be so panicked that I will forget everything.

After a long silence, the fat man said: Okay, we have all seen it with our own eyes, so we won't talk nonsense. How can we prove the third point?

No! No need to prove it. Suddenly Pan Zi on the side spoke again.

Pan Zi sees things very thoroughly and can always directly see the essence of things. Just like when Fatty had hoped that the tomb passage would appear, Pan Zi immediately denied it completely. This is also related to the fact that Pan Zi came from the battlefield. He thinks about problems without a trace of luck, so when I heard him speak, I was very scared, afraid that he would tell many facts but should not say things.

Just listen to him say: There are only 6 corpses here. Let's assume that a total of 8 people came in. Then two people must have gone out. Although I don't know how they got out. But if it is like the third one mentioned by the mistress, , absolutely no one can get out, so we don’t need to think about it. Considering the third point is equivalent to admitting that we are dead.

Those who said this felt chills all over, and the fat man protested: How can you be sure that there are 8 people coming in? Damn, maybe there were only 6 when they came in.

Pan Zi sighed and said: Damn Fatty, you still don't understand that it doesn't matter how many people they come in.

This cannot be proven. There is no use in making noise. I thought to myself: How many people they come in now is not important at all to our situation, but it is very important to our ambition. If two people successfully go out, then our state of mind will be completely different, and we can think Way for them to get out. At least there’s a little bit of hope. ”

Thinking about it, I left them alone and walked to the corpse to read their notes to see if there would be any clues. Maybe someone would write a diary or something. If someone recorded their thoughts at the time, or recorded that someone had gone out. However, at least we still have some hope.

But when I looked at the notebook just now, I flipped through it briefly. There was no long text, and the small text was mostly about accounting or short information, and I couldn't see anything interesting about it.

I wonder if these people will still write when they are about to die. Maybe when they are dying, they may not even have lights, the batteries have long been exhausted, and there is nothing to keep warm, so they will Huddled together in the dark. So if eight people come in, when will the last two people leave? It certainly wouldn't be when they were awake. If that was the case, others should be able to come out. Could it be when they were so hungry that they were delirious, and there was no light and it was pitch black? So two people left and no one else knew?

So the key to getting out is darkness and walking without a light?

Just thinking about it gave me a chill, and I remembered that this was an ancient tomb. Walking down such a long and narrow passage in an ancient tomb in the dark would really kill someone.

Seeing me looking for information, other people gathered around me and started to help me find it. Sitting there all the time and dreaming is not an option. Sometimes I need to read something to stimulate myself.

I thought about the lack of light in the end, so I asked them not to waste any light. I turned off all the flashlights and used the stove for heating. We gathered in front of the stove with three notebooks and a novel, and everyone flipped through them. Kai Lai found the clues word for word.

The notebook I was flipping through had beautiful handwriting. It should have been written by a woman. I flipped through several pages. They were all written with names and phone numbers, and at the back there was a list of guests to treat to dinner, as well as the phone number of the Changbai Mountain Hotel. In some places, there were some simple maps, addresses and memos. I saw it in 1994. , it seems that this woman has been sick and been hospitalized, and it says that she needs to be re-examined.

When I turned further, it was blank paper, but I still turned page by page, hoping that she could write something. As I was flipping through it, the fat man said: There is a clue here. After that, he read: Today , sold the last thing he brought out of the sea, took 3,000 yuan, returned 1,500 to Lao Li, paid off the debt, and worked as a fisherman with this guy.

I smiled bitterly and shook my head, then looked at Pan Zi on the side. His notebook was the thinnest and contained almost nothing. He had finished reading it. I looked at Shunzi again and saw that he was reading the novel with great interest, obviously skipping to the end before the protagonist left. I read the passionate page.

The fat man was unhappy, so he grabbed it and cursed: I asked you to look for clues, but if you read pornographic books, your conscience will be greatly damaged! Confiscation!

As soon as I grabbed it, the novel suddenly fell apart and the paper ends flew all over the floor.

I cursed, scolded the fat man, and turned on the flashlight to pick it up. Suddenly Pan Zi said: Hey, there is a photo here. As he said that, he picked up a yellowed black and white photo from the paper and took it out.

I took it and looked at it, and suddenly it looked familiar. When I looked at it again, my head suddenly buzzed, and I almost breathed away - this photo was none other than the photo taken by Uncle San and the others at the pier before they went to Xisha! ! !