Sinmonger Chapter 11: Find a way out

The two couldn't open their eyes due to the strong light, and instinctively raised their hands to cover their eyes, but to no avail.

Fortunately, after a while, the turquoise light dimmed on its own, and the gunsmith and John opened their eyes almost at the same time and saw an incredible change.

The environment they were in had changed. The metal room that was originally square is now cylindrical. The same black walls, frescoes and text that transmit light, the only difference is the shape of the room.

"What did you just do?" John asked.

The gunsmith replied: "I found a sign that looked like a handprint, and I tried to put my palm on it, and then the light behind the sign became brighter and brighter..."

John said, "Is that a switch that changes the shape of the room?"

The gunsmith said: "No...the room has not changed, but the creatures in the room have been moved...I guess this is the secret of moving again after we fell to the bottom of the river." He said and looked around. , then walked towards a place against the wall.

"Look, this cylindrical room also has such a handprint symbol." The gunsmith squatted down and looked at the symbol: "It's smaller than the palm of an adult, it looks like a child's..." He paused. Click: "What does this remind you of?"

John's expression changed slightly: "That black humanoid?"

"Yes, and you look at this height, which is similar to the height that the creature can reach when standing. If we want to touch it, we have to bend over." The gunsmith said.

"So?" John looked at the gunsmith, expecting an answer.

The gunsmith said: "Even if you look at me sincerely, I can't give you a definite explanation, I can only speculate... Maybe the Olmec civilization you are talking about is indeed related to aliens? Maybe the civilization that existed more than 1,000 BC is actually far more developed than we modern people speculate. They did not perish, but survived in the underground world after encountering some major disaster or accident. The black creature that arrives may be one of the survivors."

John listened to this, his expression several times, and finally he could only reply: "It seems that you may be more successful in writing a paper to compete for the Nobel Prize..."

The gunsmith said: "I just guessed casually, but based on the previous situation of the black creature secretly following us, my guess should be more reliable. The plane I was in crashed, and your expedition team was killed. , in the final analysis, it is caused by some unknown magnetic field interference, which is probably caused by this relic.

God knows when the black creature we saw this afternoon caught up with us, maybe it was following you long before you and your crew were caught by the cannibals; or maybe he was from the spire of the ruins I destroyed Crawled out; maybe there is more than one creature...

The only thing that is certain is that these ruins started to work in the near future, unfortunately, we just happened to catch up. Now the creatures in the ruins do not want us to leave the rainforest above our heads for some purpose, maybe even... it wants to draw us to this underground world. "

John thought for a while and said, "Assuming that the conclusions you have analyzed are true, there is a prehistoric advanced creature here that fell into a deep sleep thousands of years ago, and only woke up recently. If I were them, I would return Before going to the ground, I will grab a few specimens to study the current human civilization and evolution on the earth, and then make calculations."

"It makes sense. Compared with the natives wearing grass and blades, you and I seem to have more research value." The gunsmith has moved to the other side of the room at this time: "There are also handprint symbols here, and the whole room has a total of There are three such markers, and I guess if you press different organs, you will be teleported to different rooms."

John came to his senses: "In other words, we have a chance to go out?!"

The gunsmith said: "But the problem now is that we can't read the text in the room, we don't know which mark to press, and where it will lead, and after the transfer, we can only judge by the shape of the room. Have you ever been here, if there are thousands of rooms here, and many of the shapes are repeated, we may never be able to leave."

The two fell into silence. They couldn't think of a good countermeasure for a while. In fact, they also understood that it was a waste of time.

After a while, John spoke again: "Actually, have you noticed that these rooms have no function at all, except for murals and texts, they are empty, only museums can be built like this, but what's the point of different shapes?"

The gunsmith sighed: "Maybe this civilization has exceeded our knowledge too much. It's like you let the natives in the jungle take the elevator. Before he goes in, he will only wonder what the big iron box does, and After the elevator stopped to another floor and opened the door, the changes in the environment in front of him also became a mystery to him, hehe... It's really similar to what we're experiencing now."

John stood up and walked to one of the switches: "Don't worry, I can't live for two days at most, just treat me as a native who got into the elevator, and press all the dozens of keys once, sooner or later. It will open the elevator door." He said, pressing on the handprint-shaped symbol.

The turquoise light lit up again, engulfing the two of them. After nearly ten seconds, the surrounding area returned to normal brightness.

This time the room was zig-zag, like a winding corridor. The gunsmith and John stayed in the middle section. They searched again. There are as many as nine times.

The gunsmith said: "Strange technology, as long as one person presses the switch, the creatures in the entire room will be sent to another space, and our clothes and belongings will also move... By the way! Do you want to try it? Try, we both press the handprint symbols in two different places at the same time and see what happens?"

John wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I suddenly thought of being a fly..."

The gunsmith said: "Well... if I didn't say it."

After that, John took over the job of fingerprinting. I don't know what the movement between these rooms is. Anyway, they have never encountered a room with the same shape, so they have never returned to the previous room. Appears, and every time you press the handprint symbol ~IndoMTL.com~ will be sent to a new location.

In this way, the gunsmith counted silently in his heart, and moved a total of twenty-nine rooms. The time may have passed for a few hours, maybe only half an hour. They had no watches on their bodies, and they could not see the sun. Dusk, it may be late at night, or it may be early in the morning, in short, the two of them have completely lost their sense of time.

In the beginning, every time they went to a room, they would look for every handprint symbol on the wall, but then that was it. There was no pattern to the number of these symbols. The minimum was three, and the maximum was nine. In this case, they're all just teleported to places they've never been before.

The gunsmith is a little strange. Suppose it is late at night, and he has not had water or rice since noon. At most, he choked a few mouthfuls of river water to fill his stomach. Why does he still not feel tired or hungry after so long? After thinking about it, it must have something to do with this relic. Even if the temperature, humidity, and air quality here are not bad, people are always hungry when they should be hungry. After more than 20 hours, they are always tired. Yes... The gunsmith's expression suddenly became very strange. He suddenly realized that he didn't even feel the need to go to the toilet at all, which was surprising.

Just as he was about to ask John if this was the case, there was another blue light in front of him. Before he could fully open his eyes, John called out, "Look! Charles! It's a passage!"

The gunsmith regained his sight and found that he was in a straight corridor leading to a very far distance. At first glance, the head could not be seen at all, and the murals and text were also replaced by two turquoise light trails. , without any handprint symbols around.

John said excitedly: "Do you think this is the way out?"

The gunsmith's expression didn't look very excited. He just replied calmly: "You will find out when you go down."