Sinmonger Chapter 10: Remains

The white scene spreads to the sky, and at first glance, it seems to be in the clouds. During the coldest months of the year, even the stones and trees are covered in hoarfrost. In this snow-riddled environment, you can vaguely see a log cabin half-buried by snow on a hillside.

In the house, old Rolle sat by the fireplace, wiping the shotgun in his hand, which was his most loyal and familiar companion. When he was young, he had a hunting dog, but the dog's life was too short to accompany the owner for too many years. His wife also died very early, and his son and daughter-in-law were killed for joining a resistance group. The only thing left to accompany him to his old age is this shotgun.

But the irony is that because of a hunting a year ago, he lost his sight in his right eye. This gun has since become a display. The sharpshooter who has closed his left eye to aim his whole life can only barely hit the second. target within ten meters.

Fortunately, Charles has inherited the magic marksmanship of the Rolle family. This child has an amazing talent, and he really deserves to be his grandson. The old man was often smug in his heart like this, but he seldom praised the gunsmith in person.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside. The old man put down his gun and walked towards the door. He took it for granted that the gunsmith had returned from hunting, because sometimes the boy would not have the time to turn the doorknob.

In order to resist the wind and snow, there was a wooden pole behind the door. The old man put it down and opened the door, but he saw an unexpected scene.

"Ahhh!" John sneezed as loudly as he was about to spit out the lobes of his lungs.

The gunsmith is awakened by a sneeze. He shook his head, pushed the dream scene out of his head, then sat up and observed the surrounding environment. When his vision gradually became clear, he was surprised.

I and John are in a quadrangular room. The surrounding walls are all made of metal. The walls are black, and a lot of frescoes and texts emitting turquoise light are transmitted from the walls.

"Where is this?" the gunsmith asked.

John was standing by a wall at this time, staring at the text on it: "I don't know, I haven't been awake for a long time." He paused, as if to finish reading the text in front of him: "I just woke up. I used to think that I was captured by aliens, but after reading some of the writing on the wall, I can basically confirm that these are human civilizations."

The gunsmith recalled the last thing he remembered before he lost consciousness, and then he reacted and said loudly: "That's right! Underground ruins!"

John turned around and asked, "What did you say? Ruins?"

The gunsmith explained the bulge of the ground he encountered before, and the fact that he dug the tip of the pyramid underground. By the way, he talked about the principle of the bone gun and the effect of hitting the unknown metal casing.

Before John could finish digesting this, the gunsmith continued: "The river is not very deep, so the possibility of a whirlpool is very small. When I saw it, I was wondering if something happened at the bottom of the river. Something strange. At the time, I didn't think it was an underground ruin. In a short period of time, all I could imagine was that there was some kind of device at the bottom of the river that was creating a vortex, so I shot..." He stood up: "Now I understand, the ruins must have had an impact on the river, and the bone gun pierced through its outer metal, and as a result, the vortex got bigger and we came in."

John was stunned for a few seconds, then asked: "Impossible... If this place is under the river bed, and as you said, it is uplifted from the ground and has an impact on the river, then where did the water go? Where did all the river water, silt, and debris from the raft that we flowed in together go? Besides, this room is only a few tens of cubic meters, and if water really flows in, such a small space will soon be filled, how can it continue to generate vortexes ?"

The gunsmith looked up at the top of the room and replied, "The ceiling is intact, there is no sign of being pierced by the bone gun, this is obviously not where we came in in the first place." As he said, he thought, "Um... Maybe after we were swept into the ruins by the current, we were moved again by some kind of force to arrive at the current room.”

John spreads his hands: "Okay, so...is it a mermaid? Or some kind of drainage filtration system for living creatures?"

The gunsmith laughed at the joke: "Hehe...you can keep both assumptions until we find out."

John turned around and continued to study the murals: "The machete you just made is gone, do you still have the things you brought with you?"

The gunsmith checked and found that the personal belongings were still there, but the bone gun that he held in his hand before he lost consciousness is now gone: "It's not good, I lost my gun, it's not easy to make a new one. ."

John: "Anything else useful?"

"Of course, as long as you can find a credit card machine here." The gunsmith was really helpless, but he never lost his useless wallet in this situation.

"I gotta say, things are bad, Charles, we don't have food or water, we're locked up with iron walls on all six sides, and even if you can use your superpowers to punch a hole out, we don't know what the wall is. What is on the opposite side, maybe there will be water pouring in, or the outside is full of underground soil, and we are buried hundreds of meters underground." John said.

The gunsmith was more optimistic: "Hmph... If you can come in, you must be able to go out. There must be some kind of mechanism in this place." As he said, he began to fumble along the wall: "To be honest, I even doubt these Is it a relic? When I dug up the tip of the pyramid, I thought it would be a huge building. But now, in this room, I can breathe smoothly, and the surrounding temperature is suitable for human survival, and it is very dry. And the light source. Maybe it's the underground base of some rebel group, or the Empire's secret research institute in the jungle."

John continued: "Or maybe it's the military facilities that aliens buried in the ground tens of millions of years ago, waiting to one day use these things to destroy us."

"Isn't that a movie?"

"Yes, I like that movie, do you know why? Because the main character is still alive at the end."

The gunsmith walked halfway around the room: "Did you see anything in those words?"

I thought John would say some irrelevant nonsense again, but at this moment he suddenly said solemnly: "Yes, this is indeed an ancient ruin, belonging to the Olmec civilization."

The gunsmith looked back: "Can you really read the writing on the wall?"

John said: "There is one thing I want to confess to you, my expedition team is not the kind of team that climbs through the forest, takes a few photos, and brings back some local products. We focus more on doing some archaeology. work.”

The gunsmith shrugged: "You just said that the grave robbery is not enough." He didn't react much on the surface, but he was quite surprised.

The gunsmith suddenly found out that people really can't be trusted. Although he has only been in contact with John for less than two days, he has saved John's life. IndoMTL.com~ also said a lot of what I know. Unexpectedly, John, who was on the verge of collapse several times, has been hiding his true identity and purpose.

"So...you're here for this Maker this time?" the gunsmith immediately asked.

John shook his head: "No, that wasn't our original goal. The Olmec civilization was supposed to be in Central America, and I'm surprised to see this kind of text in this context. In fact, I I can't fully interpret these contents, but I just read a paper by a professor at the University of Florida, which mentioned the relationship between the Mayan script and the Olmec.

Leaving these aside, even if they do have a branch that came to the depths of the South American jungle, as far as I know, the Olmec civilization existed in the first millennium BC, and it is the largest known civilization in the Americas. Ancient civilizations, all the remains and artifacts found so far show that they did not exceed the level of civilization that should have been in the Stone Age. So, the room we're in..."

The gunsmith took the conversation and said, "You mean it was made by aliens?"

John: "I'm just assuming."

The gunsmith said: "If your hypothesis is true, you won't have to be a tomb robber in the future. After you go back, you will publish a paper, rounding up the story from thousands of years ago, and by the way, use this theory to explain the later Maya. As for people’s achievements in astronomy, I guess if you can get back some of the things here as evidence, then as soon as the paper is published, you will be able to win the Nobel Prize.” He said here, his movements suddenly stagnant, and he continued. Voice: "Ahh..."

John heard this, he immediately knew what was going to happen, presumably the gunsmith had triggered something, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Before the gunsmith could answer, the ground beneath the two of them lit up, and the turquoise light engulfed the entire room...