Theoretically, there should not be a huge hollow structure below Dunling. The rainfall in this place is indeed very large, but the main rock formation is not limestone, and there are no optimal conditions for the formation of caves.
What's more, this is not an overall elongated and partially enlarged structure like an ordinary cave, but a huge space that seems to expand infinitely.
Below the original hall is the edge of the water, and the collapsed part forms a rugged steep slope, diagonally inserted into the water.
The hope of retrieving the missing person was completely shattered. The thing should have returned to the lake.
It took a long time for the rear to completely open the passage, and the two of them dared to follow the landslide and approach the water with sufficient fuel and support cover.
The extremely dense water mist severely limited the visual range. Even if a torch was held high, the area could not be illuminated to create a sufficient sense of security. It was almost impossible to walk, but to crawl down among the rocks.
Fortunately, the slope became gentler as it went down, making it easier to move around. When they noticed the slow and rhythmic sound of water approaching their ears, they were already standing on a stone beach paved with smaller broken rocks.
The waves of the ground lake shattered into small streams of water on the stone edges, filling the gaps between them like breathing, and then slowly receding, emitting a low-key sound like sobbing, giving it an indescribable biological feeling.
The water is incredibly clean, like flowing black crystal in the darkness, without a trace of impurities, and without the algae and decaying substances that are common in closed water bodies.
Looking up, I couldn't see clearly what the dome looked like, nor could I tell how high it was. There was only a simple gray and black chaotic color, as if there was another sky unique to this place.
The space between the water surface and the dome is not empty. Farther away, you can vaguely see some huge and still outlines, perhaps the natural rock pillars supporting the dome, but some of the overly regular lines in the outline always make people feel...
It has some characteristics of man-made objects.
The light source in his hand should be far from enough to illuminate the other side. There seems to be some kind of extremely weak dimness in this space, but it is filled like mist and is filled with ubiquitous light sources. Everything does not fall into complete darkness, allowing those who enter to see it.
A deep and terrifying corner that is looming.
An uneasy call came from behind. From this distance, they and the support staff could barely see each other's light from the torches in each other's hands.
"What should I do?" Before coming here, Brother Wading had never thought that it would be such a scene.
The most expected thing is to follow the traces in the sewers to find the nest of some kind of creature, and then rely on human wisdom to deal with it and bring back colleagues who may have little chance of survival, or at least their relics. Finally, find clues about the earthquake.
But in front of them is an underground lake with no boundaries. Even if they can be sure that there is a problem inside, what can they do?
Kraft was also a little confused by this situation. He was still thinking about how this place was formed and what it meant. Hearing this, he directly gave an answer that didn't go through his mind for a few times: "Row a boat."
"boating?"
In Kraft's view, this plan is feasible: "Although it is difficult, we may be able to bring the ship's parts below to assemble it, or use buckets and other things to assemble it to provide buoyancy."
"Although it looks big, since part of the precipitation in the Dunling area can cause obvious changes in water level, it means that the area should be relatively limited. No matter how big it is, it can't be much bigger... right?"
Wading almost believed it, but the last word of speech still revealed that the professor had no idea. All the statements were based on "I think" and "should be", so it was a bit difficult to convince people to go rowing in the water.
"That would be very dangerous." Feeling that just saying that seemed too cowardly, Brother Wadding added, "Not to mention the biggest problem."
"The bishops just ordered a ban on all exploration activities not long ago. Even if we can convince others to turn a blind eye, it means that we will get little support, whether in terms of manpower or resources."
"They'll change their minds." Two earthquakes should be enough to alert those in the know, and if not, another one will make them realize that Notre-Dame Cathedral is no different than a sandcastle on the beach.
Such a positive attitude made the monks a little confused. Logically speaking, the person whose family territory is in the north and whose teaching position is in Westminster should be the most indifferent person here.
"Are you sure?" He found this enthusiasm for further exploration somewhat difficult to understand. "I don't mean to doubt it, but...are you really sure you want to go?"
If you want to think about it objectively, Kraft feels that he is actually not that sure, and is in a state of ambiguity about whether to go or not.
He can continue to explore and find the cause of the earthquake despite the risks. Try to see if he can kill the source before the situation develops out of control as he did in the past.
The risk is obvious. It is known that there is a large-scale civilization site under Dunling, which buried their last creation before they perished in irreversible madness. The royal family and the church only got a little bit of it, but they paid the price to force them to permanently seal this past.
price.
Let alone a few people, even if there are dozens or hundreds of people here, they may not be enough to fill the gap between teeth.
Of course, you can also turn around and leave, immediately dragging the entire academic tour group back to Westminster, away from the place of trouble and trouble. At most, you can find an excuse to invite a few acquaintances along the way.
Besides, this matter cannot fall on his medical professor. First of all, it is the church and the royal family who have kept this secret for hundreds of years to solve it themselves. Although it is still a question whether they have kept detailed records and passed it down, it seems that it is not possible now.
Completely lost, or at least incomplete.
Objectively speaking, the best choice is the latter. He knew very well, and so did Vadin. The monk waited silently for the answer as if he were listening to a confession.
But the answer was not given for a long time. The two stood side by side on the lakeside for a while. He turned to look at the professor, searching for the focus of the young eyes, and found that they were always staring ahead, lingering on the lake in the thick fog, shadowy.
Giant thing.
It seems that due to the endless busyness and busy running around, it is a little tired, like aquamarine covered with dust, and the complex emotional luster reflected in everything is slightly restrained.
The rationality of logical analysis, the care inherent in the profession, the imperceptible pride, and the irritability caused by urgency are all temporarily shallow and dim.
Something rare is revealed and shimmers in it.
There is no doubt that Vading is sure that he has seen that kind of thing, but he can't connect it for a while. No matter how he thinks about it, it's just not that close.
"I want to know what's going on," Kraft said, as if it was just a casual excuse, "let me know if you have news."
Familiar memories were activated, and the monk remembered where he was. It was every time he visited the medical school for an inspection and passed through the corridor.
The portrait hanging in the corridor has something like this sparkling in its eyes.
An incurable disease called "curiosity" spreads in every mind cursed by knowledge, and even the threat of death cannot suppress it.