Green found the place corresponding to the map. The last team that left entered from here and entered the tunnel against the current.
To be honest, these cave entrances are all similar in length, and the location is determined by counting them one by one. In order to prevent being discovered, the team will not mark the cave entrances in the hall.
When entering a deep branch, they would carve a scratch that was not easy to notice, and agreed to explore the branch in order from right to left.
On the one hand, it is to prevent the extremely unlikely possibility of collective amnesia, and on the other hand, it is to deal with the current situation so that those who are looking for them can know where they have been and which branch they are on.
Facing the direction of the hall, Green retreated step by step into the corridor, until the dim light dispersed by the water mist could no longer be detected, leaving only the dim yellow light illuminating the surroundings.
The strong pulsation in the chest suggested that his heart was not as calm as it appeared. The blood vessels were beating against his head, leaving him in a painful and awake state.
The swelling and pain in the head is like reading at night with a candle in the endless night. A large number of things more bizarre than the pagan records in the volume are stuffed into the mind, tumbling and rolling, like amorphous objects rotating to show the surface of super-spatial imagination.
It's like a river polluted by grease that changes into endless colors.
"We have to hurry up." He urged, turned around, picked up his feet, and moved deeper into the passage.
This is a purely physical activity that does not require much thinking, causing the excess energy to run uncontrollably, replaying content derived from what is seen and heard but not limited to what is seen and heard.
【Underground, water, moon】
There is also the power to tear apart solid stone, and the cut section is smoother than silverware wiped with fine silk. And those old cracks show that this power has visited this place more than once.
When you want to ignore those things temporarily, you will find that they are like the long cracks carved into the hall, so profound that time cannot blur them.
He put the hand on the side of his head on the stone wall and touched a newly carved mark at about waist height, where he had to lower his head to see it.
The fork in the road, the search team entered from the side with the notch.
Considering that the search team needs to monitor the cave wall at all times, it probably won't be too difficult to catch up.
What is uncomfortable is that the upward movement does not make them feel that they are gradually getting rid of the gloom and uneasiness.
An indescribable atmosphere is still lingering around me, as if when passing through the hall, the pale light has clung to me along with the mist and cannot be dispelled.
For Green, this feeling is particularly obvious.
The unevenly distributed coldness comes from time to time, and the feeling of coldness floats all over the body, even intruding into the realm of torches, as if two temperatures are clearly merged together.
The varying sensations were so distinct that Green felt that it was not a real temperature, but a sensory metaphor.
"Father, you don't look well." The monk behind him couldn't help but remind him.
Based on their usual understanding, the priest's physical fitness was obviously not so bad that he would turn pale even if he walked a little. There was some intense internal friction that was draining his physical strength, but he was not aware of it yet.
"Do you feel a little cold?" Green turned around and asked a question with his bloodless lips. When he started to speak, he realized that he couldn't control his tongue well.
The answer was two neat shakes of the head. Even though the clothes were partially soaked, the torch in his hand was still providing considerable heat, and the open flame soaked in grease made the hair on his shoulders hot.
"Are you feeling cold?"
"Maybe." Green pulled the flame closer to himself, but it didn't help.
He put his hand on the cave wall and felt the temperature of the bricks. They remained as moist and hard as ever. The cracks in the bricks hit his fingertips as he walked, giving him a regular touch.
This calms some of the uneasiness and allows people to clearly feel that they are moving forward rather than standing still.
One brick after another, the bricks are in order.
Between the two brick cracks, there were some other dents that hit my finger.
Subconsciously, Green looked down, looking for the mark, but saw nothing. There was not a single crack on the flat stone bricks.
Perhaps it was a momentary misunderstanding, or so he thought.
Until another extra indentation hits the fingertip and extends forward with the palm of the hand. The fingertip turns an obtuse angle along the indentation and enters the other side of the figure.
"This is……"
His footsteps paused, and his eyes turned from the front to the side, and saw the thing passing by his palm. Before looking at it, Green had a vague idea of what it was.
For the first time, something else appeared on the unchanging brick wall.
It is the size of a palm, with six sides of equal length, forming a closed figure. Several regular hexagons are seamlessly spliced together to form a honeycomb-like format.
The unfinished lines wander within the figure, starting out in the shape of an arc, and then deviating from the trajectory before completing half of the circle, zigzagging and snaking like runes. Sometimes a straight line crosses the picture, cutting the pattern into two halves.
It seems that two contradictory trends conflicted and became confused in the mind of the sculptor, which ultimately caused the pattern within the regular hexagon to be abandoned halfway and abandoned here.
The very distinctive style makes people immediately associate it with that rubbing.
However, after careful identification, you can find that the two are not the same, with inconsistent size and texture density.
"Why don't they report back?"
These carvings are so obvious that it is impossible to imagine the circumstances under which a team of ten people would pass by but turn a blind eye.
Green tried to guess the situation at that time. Perhaps he had discovered something and was too eager to pursue it to stop.
But this still cannot explain why the separated personnel are unwilling to return notifications.
[Unless they didn’t see it at all]
He almost thought it was his own hallucination, an hallucination similar to the strange chill that enveloped him. But the same pattern was also reflected in the eyes of the two monks. Their eyes were attracted by the lines and could not look away for a while.
The sign at the next fork in the road deepened the confusion.
The marks were carved neatly into the masonry, and they were sharpened and filed several times for reliability. There was no sign of time constraints at all.
With uneasiness and doubts, Green continued to move forward.
It can be said that a deep chill hits your face, like a sudden drop into a deep ravine while trekking with one foot deep and one foot shallow. First, you intuitively feel the shock of falling into a strange environment, with ice water covering your mouth and nose, and then the aversion to cold sifts through your whole body.
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The vision was slightly and briefly distorted like a flame.
Then those things showed up.
He saw more hexagons, no longer just a few or one piece. They replaced the gaps between the masonry and stone, covering the entire cave wall. The honeycomb grid climbed up to the top and sank downwards into the gurgling water and silt.
Contradictory graphics are repeated desperately in it, straight-line traversing circles, meandering lines, conflicting and intertwining with each other, and each time they are close to taking shape, they are interrupted by another.
The pain, doubt, anger, and morbid longing for the true form accumulated by the artist during his long work intuitively impact the eyeballs of the witness through vision.
Among the graphics that were dense enough to cause panic, they saw a figure from behind.
A rusty back. Reddish-brown rust spots and some kind of barnacle-like traces of biological growth cover the surface. The connectors and chainmail have long been twisted and hardened, and relief patterns plated with precious metals can be vaguely discerned on the breastplate.