Daomu Biji

"You mean, these Miluotu eat people?"

"They eat all the creatures they can capture. The most common way of predation is that they use a unique way to trap creatures that have strayed into certain crevices and caves, and then eat their corpses."

We followed him back to the cave.

"What is the unique way you say?" The fat man asked.

"They can use their secretions to close caves and crevices, trapping prey inside the mountains. This process is very rapid. These mountains have a lot of crevices, like a labyrinth. When many people enter, they will find their entrance. Suddenly disappeared. "

I looked at each other fatly and realized what had happened in the closed cave at the bottom of the lake.

"Or it can be said that they can form rocks by themselves. There are two kinds of rocks here, one is real, originally existing rock, and the other is formed by the solidification of the body fluid they secrete. The stones formed by this secretion are here and The original stones are exactly the same. They engulf and erode the rocks and then fill their secretions like concrete. With this method, the whole mountain is like a huge jelly. They can move slowly in the jelly Rocks are like liquids. But this method is only effective for sedimentary rocks and metamorphic rocks, so they ca n’t move forward when they encounter igneous rocks. There is another way to prevent them by pouring strong alkali on the stones. "

"Doesn't it say that the rock walls around this ancient road are covered with strong alkali, although we can see the Miluo Tuo inside, but they won't come out?" Fatty asked.

I shook my head: "After so many years, won't it be washed away by rain?"

The ghost said: "The whole mountain road is a diversion channel when it rains. There is an alkali ore layer at the top of this mountain. All the rainwater is washed down from the top of the mountain and is introduced into this diversion channel. Look at these ditches. The start of the situation is particularly strange. The speed of rain here is particularly slow. There are many water accumulations on the surface of the mountain road, so when the water is washed down, there will be countless water pools. After these water pools dry up, the alkaline substances will cover the rock surface. "

I remember when we came here, the ancient road covered with logs that the fat man took us away did have a lot of waterholes there.

"So, is this a very special primitive ranch?"

"I don't think the term" ranch "is appropriate." Ghost said. "We thought it was like a fish pond at the time. The rock is the water. These Milotuo are the fish in the water. The fish can be in this area. You can swim freely, but you can never go ashore. "

"But does this have anything to do with what you said when they enter Zhangjia Gulou, they will definitely die?"

"I don't know if you have ever caught fish. There is a very common phenomenon in fish ponds: throwing bait in a crowded fish pond, all the fish will be attracted and gathered by the bait. After they entered the Zhangjia ancient building, the Zhang family Around the ancient building, there are strips covered with strong alkali, and those things can't get in. But they will be attracted by the heat emitted by the people inside and squeeze around the Zhangjia ancient building. Everything will be squeezed in Entrance."

"You mean, my friend, will they be trapped to death?"

"Probably this is the case, but the situation is more terrible than you think. If there are too many Miluotu gathered around, the organ of Zhangjiagulou will start, and a lot of strong alkaline water will flow down from the top of the cave, forming water Fog flooded the entire ancient building, pushing the Miluotu gathered around. The entire ancient building will be in a strong alkaline mist, and everyone in the building will not be able to live. "

The fat man looked at me, and I did n’t know how to continue. The fat man said, "Wait a minute. So, you have entered the Zhangjia Ancient Building, why are you still alive?"

Ghost shadow opened his hair, revealing an extremely terrifying face, and leaned in front of the fat man: "Do you think I am really alive? I just didn't die completely."

I saw his face and immediately realized how this melting of his body formed. This is the role of strong alkali.

"I was in a tunnel at that time, and I was just sprayed with strong alkali gas, and it became like this. The people in our ancient building instantly turned into water."

When he said this, he regained his composure. Although his entire face had melted, I suddenly felt a touch—I seemed to recognize who he was.

He was not in that picture, not the kind of relationship I had with my uncle. I sweated when I thought about it, but I did see him. Where have you seen it? Who is he?

The more I think I want to remember, the more I can't remember. After recalling for a long time, I finally gave up. I know that if you don't go through the album or relax completely, it's only worse if you think about it.

"Dude, I sympathize with you." The fat man made a few laps around the edge and found that there was nothing in the hole, so he sat down next to me. "How are you going? Fatty, I know the doctor of Concord, Looking at your situation, it looks like it's harder for people to think, the whole Yanba Tiger. "

"I won't leave here." He drank water and said, "I'll take you to me, just want to ask you something. After that, what you want to do has nothing to do with me. Anyway, you can't do anything here."

I looked up, my heart twitched, and I said this was about to be asked? Just listen to him: "I said so much, you should tell me something I don't know."

"What do you want to know?" I said, I was a little nervous, but when I thought about telling him something I didn't know, wouldn't that mean talking nonsense?

Said, "Who is in charge of you now?"

"You mean-"

"Take care of your" Chen Qing School "," he said. "It's almost thirty years old, and I'm sure I won't be in that position."

"No one controls us." I said, I can only rely on rough guesses to judge that he was asking the management of the archaeological team that year, "This world has changed for a long time, and our people have no control."

Actually, I do n’t know whether it is really unmanaged, but at least from the perspective of the development of the Xie Family, Huo Family, and Wu Family, there is no obvious possibility of political interference.

"No one manages it?" He muttered to himself, "You also said that no one manages, is he talking about true?"

"Who else have you heard? Did you have contact with the outside world during this time?" I asked. Hearing what he said, it seems that he has heard other people say this.

"I will not contact anyone. You know their habit of doing things. I know too many things. If you want to live more comfortably, it might be better here," he said.

I said: "But the times have really changed. If you go out from here, no one will persecute you. The institution was gone, everyone-everyone is making money."

"It's impossible, the times will change, but that thing won't change. Wu Sanxing, why do you lie to me."

I sighed and didn't know what to say. This guy has been here for so many years, and Banai is a very closed village. He may have always thought that the whole environment is still the same as before. There is really no way for him to understand that the outside world has changed dramatically.

"Don't pretend." Then the fat man spoke.

When I looked back at him, the fat man said, "You speak so fluently. You must not have been here alone for thirty years. In such a place, even if you have a disabled person with all kinds of skills, you can't stay that long. Time still maintains such a clear mind. I have seen fat man before, if a person spends too much time alone, do n’t talk, even understanding what others say is a problem. "

I also know this kind of knowledge and just said: "The fat man is right, do you have any secrets?"

He made a few strange fan-like laughter: "Wu Sanxing or Wu Sanxing, always see things that others can't see."

"I'll take you through first, okay." The fat man said dissatisfied.

I shook my head to tell the fat man not to speak, and the ghost said: "I survived because the team guide saved me back. Many people in that village have seen me, they think I am a lunatic. I only I have some contact with the old guide, he will bring some food back, I exchange something with him, "

"Is that the thing you killed?" The fat man said, "You chopped my clothes, do you want to get something changed?"

"The old guide you said is Pan Ma?" I asked him.

He nodded: "No matter what the outside world looks like, nothing buried in this mountain should not be known to the world."

"What happened to the others?" He continued to ask.

I thought about it, what should I say? I was also very emotional, so I had to compile the story, try not to mention personal things, only to mention a few families and some gossip.

After I finished speaking, he fell into silence, and I could feel that some of him was not listening at all.

I suddenly remembered one thing: I remembered the speculation at that time and Xiaohua ─ ─ the real purpose of the archaeological team, is it really archaeology?

Is the archaeological team a funeral team, as the bag says?

I looked at that person, and suddenly felt that such an opportunity would never happen again. In this world, perhaps the only person left by the archaeological team is this one. It would be a pity if he was not asked some very practical questions.

But what is his attitude towards us, I don't know. When I tried to substitute myself into his experience, I felt that his attitude towards us now should be very dangerous.

His attitude towards others should be to kill them all. Now he did not kill us, just because we are people we know with him. We are here, and he wants to ask why. People like him cannot change their principles because of feelings. I think he said so much inadvertently, but obviously maintained a high degree of vigilance, which shows that he may take the chance at any time.

The fat man's gun is with him, and we have no chance.

Can't ask directly, I must be extremely careful. I thought of a questioning plan in my head and picked a few questions. Each of these questions has room for maneuver, and I went through it again before I got the courage to ask questions.

"What the **** is that?" This is the first question.

He froze and looked up. I asked him, "What the **** did you ship in?"