This stone cave was not dug out of the mountain, but was made in advance and then placed in the mountain. The stone cave should be installed on a device similar to a gear. The gear has been performing weak uniform arc motion, so
, the stone cave continues to rotate, but the speed is extremely slow, and people are in such a highly stressful environment, so it is difficult to detect it.
If my guess is correct, as long as I stay in this cave for a long enough time, the cave entrance connected to the ancient pagoda underground palace will definitely appear again.
However, what I am looking forward to more is the other exit of this cave, which is the door to my life.
Obviously, the opening connecting the stone cave to the underground palace was because after the earthquake just shook the stone bricks in the underground palace, the exit of the stone cave just happened to rotate to the place where the underground palace floor tiles fell, and the two gaps overlapped each other, so there was that
The appearance of a hole.
I stood in the center of the cave, my eyes scanning the walls of the cave, not wanting to miss any momentary opportunity.
However, after standing for a long time, my feet and lower abdomen began to feel numb like needles, but the cave was still completely closed, without any exit.
Could it be that I thought wrong?
If the stone cave is not moving in a uniform arc, then the appearance or disappearance of the entrance connecting the underground palace to the stone cave is just my illusion.
Everything in front of me, even the white bones, may be my own imagination.
Suddenly, a powerful feeling of powerlessness rushed out from every cell in my body, and finally it all settled in my heart. It was a feeling of being unable to control the arrangement of fate.
The light of the Spiny-scale Snake Mackerel oil lamp in his hand began to flicker again. Looking at the texture like swirling water on the surface of the stone wall, the hope in his heart was just like the glow of the Spiny-scale Snake Mackerel oil lamp that was almost exhausted.
It got darker bit by bit.
Just when I was almost desperate, the stone wall seemed to have changed a little when I was close to the blue skull corpse. Those vortex-like textures seemed to suddenly explode, rippling outwards in circles.
There seems to be an exit in the middle part.
My heart was racing, and I was so excited that I fell to the ground. The oil lamp rolled out of my hand, and the flames flickered on the ground a few times, and then went out.
My eyes suddenly went from light to darkness. I was a little unaccustomed to it. A bright light flashed in front of my eyes, and then completely darkened.
It's true that the success is not enough but the failure is more than failure. The only source of light has been wiped out. Now I want to approach the cave that finally appeared, and I can't figure out the direction.
I almost slapped myself. Everything was not going well, which made me feel more and more uneasy - I might really be trapped in this cave and add to the bones on the ground.
In a hurry, a faint blue light passed through the densely packed bones on the ground and entered my retina.
Could it be that the blue skull is glowing?
At this time, I didn’t care about so much, and didn’t care whether I crushed the bones under my feet. Under the guidance of the blue light, I rushed forward to the edge of the cave and picked up the head of the glowing child.
, stepped into the hole in the middle of the vortex.
Regardless of whether I was still hallucinating or not, I left the pile of white bones and entered a clean space.
"Thank you!" I fell to the ground and said to the blue-glowing head in my arms, without any fear, but with gratitude from the bottom of my heart.
In this world, old objects, like many ghosts and gods, have no harmful intentions. What is scary is the human heart.
I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered my grandfather's words.
When I was a child, I always shrank and feared when faced with my grandfather's house full of ancient books and antiques. The old man always told me this.
I never expected that at this critical moment, it would be this child under three years old who would use her bones to help me.
She died unexpectedly, but she still repaid evil with kindness, used her own light to illuminate this dark world, and gave the world a chance to survive. It is really touching.
This blue light was almost as weak as a firefly. It was difficult for me to see anything three meters away. I had no idea what I would encounter next.
With my head glowing blue in my arms, I moved my body forward cautiously.
After walking around, I roughly knew that I had entered another cave. The cave was slightly smaller than the previous one and had the same basic structure.
In this case, I still have to wait here for the next cave entrance to appear.
There are countless caves like this in the mountain. Can I get out?
I lowered my head and looked at the blue head in my arms, feeling a little frustrated.
Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the stone wall beside me that was illuminated by blue light. It seemed like there were some murals painted on it.
Maybe the mural can tell me something.
I thought to myself, turned around, and raised the blue head against the wall, only to find that the patterns on the stone wall were not murals. It looked like someone was scribbling on it with a black marker.
That kind of graffiti technique seems to have come from his father's hand.
My father's painting ability is very high, but for some reason he became obsessed with abstract painting in the past ten years. It probably started when I took a leave of absence from school to treat illness. Whenever he came home, he would give me one or two of his paintings. Unfortunately, I have poor eyesight.
I couldn't see the mystery behind them, so after I took over the paintings, some of them were shelved without even looking at them.
Why are there father's paintings on the stone wall of this cave? Is it graffiti written by my father? How did my father get here?
The cave I am in now is so similar to the cave I fell into before on the edge of the gravel beach. Are they connected? Did my father walk here from that cave?
I have always thought that my mother's words in the voice recorder were recorded in the cave on the edge of the gravel beach. Now it seems that I may have been wrong, and my mother may have recorded the recording in other caves.
, but the recorder just fell out of the cave on the edge of the gravel beach.
These graffiti on the stone wall give me great confidence that I can walk out from here.
My father is a cautious person, and he would never graffiti on this wall for no reason. There must be some message in these seemingly messy pictures.
I couldn't help but get close to the stone wall and observe the pictures on the stone wall closely.
I really can’t understand what the bunch of patterns on the wall are composed of various types of lines.
However, after careful observation, I found that almost all the graffiti on it were repeating the same pattern. It was a pattern like multiple spiders, entangled with each other, each with a slightly different posture.
.
My father seemed to be practicing how to draw this pattern smoothly and coherently. He repeated it countless times, which made me feel a little trypophobic.
As I looked at it, I actually felt that these countless identical but different patterns seemed a bit like the text on the ancient book in my grandfather's study, and a bit like the text and pictures in the ancient temple.
Suddenly I found that there seemed to be a line of vague words in the corner of the wall - Fermat's theorem.
That's my father's handwriting. What's Fermat's theorem? What on earth is he doing?
At this time, just like the previous cave, a vortex appeared on the stone wall again. I didn't have time to take another look at the graffiti and quickly passed through it.
After passing through a dozen similar caves, sunlight suddenly appeared above my head. Finally, I was sure that I had returned to the cave on the gravel beach.
The sunshine, fresh air and the sound of gurgling water made me feel so excited, but also exhausted.
Maybe it was because the string that had been tight in my heart suddenly relaxed. My vision went dark and I fainted.