【Bottle Evil】Naughty

Liu Sang said that the other party could get information by listening to the thunder, which is how Xiaohua lost before.I tentatively believe in the authenticity of these words, but the question is—if we also want to approach the mysticism behind the thunder, how can we imitate it?

Thunder rumbled overhead, and the blind man closed the blinds and turned on the flashlight for us.The pale light of the flashlight made the space even darker.I recalled that when Poker-Face got the trick that time, he didn't seem to use any special method, just listening to Lei, he suddenly started raving.Including the performance of Sasha's team in that video, there is no special means.

The atmosphere froze in embarrassment for a moment, and we each sat down.Sasha's team seems to be like this, as long as there is thunder, they will listen, and there is no extra action.I thought to myself, do I have to recite a formula silently in my heart?

Poker bottle was leaning against the wall, half-closed his eyes, as if he was going to sleep peacefully, but I knew he wanted to give it a try.I grabbed his arm almost subconsciously, staring at him.If others looked at it at first glance, they might think that the two of us are two human statues, motionless, sitting here forever.

At this moment, the dull sound of lightning and thunder outside was mostly due to my psychological effect. It seemed to have some oracle flavor, as if it really came from another world.

Speaking of which, it's not that I haven't seen Poker Finger sleeping, but the current attempt is a bit frustrating after all.Although I have always clearly believed that Poker Ping and Sasha's group are different, but in the final analysis, both of them are Ting Lei, which I cannot deny.

At the beginning, I was still silently counting the number of thunderstorms. Later, the thunder sounded one after another, and the sound was vague and frequent, so I lost the patience to count.

I looked at Poker Bottle without blinking, and I didn't look away, so I didn't know the time, or how long it had passed.When he opened his eyes, I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, not knowing whether to be nervous or relax.I watched the expression of this guy, his eyes seemed to me to be very awake.

The fat man asked him if he had a dream or something, and Poker Face shook his head slowly.

Heixiazi said that just over 20 minutes had passed.If there is no abnormality, it means that we failed to try it out, but it seems that we are crossing the river by feeling the stones.

The fat man sighed, and said: "It seems that my little brother is really following the path of the idol school. He has maintained his image so well, and he is not like those people's wild and convulsive school."

Poker-Face suddenly opened his mouth, saying that he wasn't completely unresponsive just now.

Accompanied by the sound of thunder, some very small thoughts flashed in his mind just now.It's like the messy thoughts in light sleep, but it's more abrupt and vague than that, so I can't catch it or recall it.Finally opening my eyes, I just remember the feeling of confusion.

It was the first time for the fat man to hear Poker Fing's narration with his own ears. He thought for a while and said, "Brother, are you sure this isn't just your own imagination?"

People's thinking is very strange, so there is always a saying of unconstrained style.However, Poker-Face is sure that the chaotic thinking fluctuations do not belong to him, and the rest of us cannot experience them. He just explained that it is like oil dripping into water, which is incompatible.

I couldn't help scratching my head, and said in my heart that the reaction was very weak this time, and I couldn't see anything.I sighed. Is it because the thunder can't be heard clearly in the ground, and it has something to do with the volume?Wait, isn't this the place where sound waves gather?It shouldn't be like this, why didn't the sound of thunder come in?

I asked this question, Liu Sang raised his hand, we signaled him to speak, and he said: "Now our position in the ground is still very shallow, I can't hear other movements at the moment. This place is so deep, There must be a reason, and those voices outside are likely to reach the bottom."

The fat man glanced at the oil bottle, and his tone was unusually cautious: "Brother, so far, do you have any objections?"

Both Poker-Face and I looked at the fat man strangely, and the fat man said, "You just listened to the thunder, maybe the thunder has actually given instructions. Since you didn't respond, and you didn't even have a dream, it means that the thunder has a big impact on us. No problem, you can move on."

His words are a bit absurd, but they also seem to contain some logic.I haven't thought about that aspect carefully. When Fatty said this, it seemed that listening to thunder was like receiving an imperial edict.I feel that we are falling more and more into a situation of strange power and chaos, which is mysterious and mysterious.Do we really want us to temporarily join a Thor Society?

The thunder outside weakened and ended soon.Liu Sang listened and told us that Sasha's team was moving again, getting further and further away from us.It seemed to be a peek-a-boo game, and we waited patiently for half an hour before Liu Sang said, "OK, it's directly below us. The distance is enough, but don't make too much noise. "

While making sure we knew what was going on, we left the spot with our lights on, like a group of prisoners finally freed.The first thing I did after I went out was to figure out the underground shape and building structure nearby. After just a glance, I found a row of small houses built here, like closely connected lattice rooms.Those grid houses are like simple rough houses, without decoration, and only equipped with one entrance and exit. Looking up, there is a row of the same houses above.

In this way, we should be on the B2 floor.As if building a building underground, these grid houses are arranged in an orderly manner.I don't know if the same is true in the depths below, is it really a place for underground cave dwelling?

Fatty's exclamation suddenly came from his ear, and he lowered his voice so that it sounded more like the pain of his tail being stepped on.I walked in his direction and found that Poker Bottle was also there.In front of them, there seemed to be an empty and flat place.

Seeing me coming, the fat man motioned for me to take a look, and said, "If those houses are for people to live in, then this should be the place where those people dance in the square."

I turned my head puzzled, and what I saw was an open space, the floor tiles were laid meticulously, and there were some weird patterns engraved on it.The fat man adjusted the range of the searchlight, grabbed the light and scanned around, illuminating most of the area.This really looks like a large square, semicircular, with an area estimated at [-] square meters.

On the flat ground in the center of the "square", four long arch bridges are erected out of thin air, connected end to end and forming a circle.There is a gentle slope next to the bridge, which connects to the B1 floor above.On the arch of the bridge, there seem to be several big characters carved.

Standing here and looking up, I can't see those latticed houses, I can only see the barrier like the ceiling. I guess the big square above is very likely to be like this.Poker-Face squatted down to look at the patterns on the floor tiles, and shook his head at us after a while, meaning that he couldn't see the style.Fatty marveled at the sight in front of him, and said emotionally: "One of my dreams when I was young was to own a courtyard as big as this."

Liu Sang walked forward quickly, touched the bridge, and called us to look at the inscriptions on the bridge.As I was walking, I caught a glimpse of the blind man out of the corner of my eye and noticed that this guy was not looking around, but just lowered his head and wiped his sunglasses.He stood where he was and did nothing else.

I slowed down and looked at him, and the others soon noticed something strange.The blind man seemed to hear that we had stopped, raised his head and teased, "Now that it's suddenly getting worse, you can finally justifiably call me 'blind man'."

The fat man frowned and asked, "How much?"

The situation of Heixiazi is not particularly stable, we are well aware of it.However, he is very capable, and he always seems to have a way, and there has been no major accident for a long time.This situation has never happened before. He actually stopped in place without moving, not even taking half a step.

"I'm really blind." He has always been calm, and this moment is no exception. "I used to be able to see a little bit, but now I don't even have a basic sense of light. Are you all turning on the flashlight?"

If you don't even have a sense of light, it is very serious.I replied: "It's all on. How long have you been blind?" The blind man waved his hand and said, "I don't know why, it was fine before, but it gradually stopped after the thunder disappeared. What should you do? I'll put my hands on my hips here for a while, and take a rest, maybe I'll get better in a while. It's an old problem, it just goes on and on for a while."

Right now it can only be like this, let's give him some time, if he doesn't get better later, I'm afraid we have to make some other plans.Liu Sang looked at the blind man from a distance, and said, "Can't you see anything? Let me read the words on the bridge, 'thousands of calamities', the number of numbers, the catastrophe of calamity."

The gold paint has peeled off the arches of the bridge, leaving only nicks.The fat man frowned even more, "What, the seven moments? The eight miracles? Read it again, bullying the fat man is uneducated."

I saw that his face looked like a worried Garfield cat, so I said to the fat man: "In ancient China, there was a system of mathematical measurement, the Thousand Dashu, which means a huge number, very, very large, unimaginably large. If I remember correctly If so, the base of the power is ten, and the exponent is more than 50..."

The fat man waved his hand impatiently, expressing that he couldn't take it anymore.We went to the bridge and looked around, and found that in the middle of the four bridges was the passage leading to the next floor, and the end of the slope seemed to be the same bridge.In other words, the following structure is probably the same.I looked over my head and then at the passage under my feet, feeling a little interesting.Each layer is a repeating structure?This level is thousands of calamities, what calamity will be below?Is it sorted numerically?

The fat man called Poker Bottle over and said, "Brother, my intuition tells me that this is the center of the square, and the effect of listening to thunder must be the best. Or just now? You just heard it once, maybe it hasn't worked yet, Come, lie here, if you can't fall asleep, Dad will hum a lullaby for you?"

Poker Bottle glanced at him indifferently, without pausing, walked around him to the passage below.The fat man smacked his lips, "What are you afraid of, my lullaby won't give you nightmares."

Liu Sang and I followed Poker Fing to the next floor. Liu Sang ran to look at the engraving on the next floor, while I stretched my neck and poked my head and said to the fat man, "Forget it, it has nothing to do with sleeping."

The fat man had nothing to say on his face, but suddenly, he seemed to remember something, he caught up with me, dragged me back, and said, "I almost missed it. Your incident may also count. Wu Xie, Wasn't that when you were sleeping?"

I froze for a moment, then remembered in an instant.Recently, the focus of attention is on Poker Bottle, and we have basically forgotten the dream I had at the beginning.It was precisely because of that dream that we were told to look for the goods in the depths of the Eleven Warehouse and find out the Leicheng genealogy that was stored in the warehouse at an unknown time.

"That's..." I hesitated, "It's a dream, a dream, and the form doesn't seem to fit."

The fat man stretched out his finger and shook it, "Just say that your dream is strange, is it strange? Strange. Did it happen when there was thunder? Yes."

It was really strange, but after that time, I didn't have any other symptoms.The problem of stuffy oil bottles involves a lot, so we can think about it a few times.As for my dream, even if I tried to reason it out, there was no clue or evidence to follow, it was like a broken dream.That's the point, so I can't think about it.

The fat man looked at me, "Recently, we are all talking about my little brother. Thinking about it the other way around, there must be a cause and an effect. Maybe your matter has something to do with my little brother?"

I thought to myself, isn't it, what is stored in the eleven warehouse is the little brother's stuff.But the fat man seemed to have other meanings, he quickly winked his eyes at me, and then said in a normal tone: "Could it be because you had contact with my brother?"

I didn't understand it for a while, shook my head, and analyzed him seriously: "All of us have contact with him, why didn't you have a dream or something?"

The blind man coughed a few times not far away, probably waiting idly.The fat man seemed to be ulterior, and quietly motioned me to come over. He quickly tapped on the back of my hand, the secret signal of the tap, which meant: What did you do?

After typing this sentence, the fat man also walked down the passage.I followed the clues and began to think back. When I had that dream, it was during the thunderstorm that night.We were all in the car and I was affected by the poisonous fog and passed out.My consciousness is a bit fuzzy, and my memory is not very clear... I tried to recall, and I remembered that I was sitting in the back row with Poker Ping, and he applied the medicine to me. The smell of the medicine was very unpleasant, and then I seemed to wake up, and then ...

Putting things together, replaying the picture in my mind.

For a moment, my heart trembled.

Is this the reason?

Gu couldn't help but feel embarrassed, I silently stroked my thoughts.At the same time as the thunder, the two had contact, so that night, I developed strange symptoms and had a strange dream.Is this transferable from person to person?I thought blankly, after we met that night, we kissed very deeply in the car, this kind of contact seemed unusual in the first place.

But... I still don't quite believe it, it feels like I'm joking.

I turned over all the memories of that night in an instant, my brain was running at high speed, and in the blink of an eye, I remembered many details.That night I felt unnaturally uncomfortable and even had a nosebleed.I thought it had something to do with the poisonous fog, could there be another reason?

Another crucial question is, how do I discuss this matter with them?