Chapter 125 The relationship between the left hand and the door II
Zhang Houhou was surprised. He knew that there was no news after Zhou Xu left, but he didn't have time to tell him what we saw when we came back.
I told the story about Zhou Xu in detail, and Zhang Houhou became more and more frightened as he listened. And I think his surprise was a normal reaction, and it seemed that he was not pretending.
After listening, Zhang Hou's expression gradually became serious, and he slowly said to me: "Boss Wei, I understand what you mean. It is reasonable for you not to believe me after these things happened."
In fact, I don't doubt that Zhang Houhou lied to me, but the contrast between his description and the situation I encountered was too great, which made me feel very aggrieved.
"Boss Wei, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. Before I came here, Mr. Lei specifically told me that if there is any risk in this transaction, my brothers will die and they will protect you..."
"Forget it, Lao Zhang." Looking at Zhang Houhou's extremely serious look, I felt a little touched and a little funny: "I'm just not feeling well, just say it, but you really take it to your heart? Don't
It was done in a serious manner, like a negotiation."
Zhang Hou smiled and relaxed: "Old Zhang, I have eyes for water. I have known for a long time that Boss Wei is a person who does great things. Mr. Lei is also praising you behind your back. You will make the final decision on the subsequent plans. As long as Wei
Boss, you nod, and I will do everything Lao Zhang does."
"You should discuss the specific matters with our master. He is smarter than me."
"No problem. After the two of us have discussed it, I'll ask Boss Wei to make your decision."
Zhang Houhou ran to find Xiaohu, and the two of them talked for more than ten minutes. I also felt that I had not had much communication with Xiaohu since I entered the cave. A careful person like him might be suspicious. So the two of them talked for a while,
I leaned over and listened.
In fact, what the two of them discussed was not an important matter, because the situation behind the door was completely unknown to us, and it was impossible to guess.
When Zhang Houhou went to ask someone to pack the equipment, Mustache handed me a cigarette, and he lit one and started smoking slowly. I wanted to find something to say, but I really didn’t know what to say, so I had to talk about it casually.
Zhou Xu’s matter.
Mustache listened silently. After listening, he tilted his head and stared into the dark abyss. After a long time, he turned his head and said to me: "When you get to the door, be careful. If you really feel that there is unknown danger, retreat."
Come back and I'll think of other ways."
"It's unlikely. If there are other ways to think of, will Hero Lei bring us into the group?"
"The bronze medal is very important, but I don't want you to lose your life here. I can ignore others, but I can't ignore you."
After saying this, Mustache leaned against the stone wall and began to close his eyes and meditate. His face was hidden in the darkness again. I suddenly felt that from the first time I saw him, his face, or even his whole person, had always been different.
In the dark? At least until now, I still can't tell what kind of person Mustache is.
After Zhang Hou arranged the preparations, he took a few people and started walking towards the door. I walked side by side with him. As we got closer and closer to the door, my right eye jumped a few times for no reason. I
I don’t believe in the saying that if the left eye jumps, the right eye will bring you disaster, but at this moment, the beating of the right eye makes me feel a little flustered.
The aisle is very narrow. When we walked to the door, only Zhang Monkey Mustache and I were standing at the front. The others could not help much and followed far behind. Even though I had already seen the door with my own eyes,
But Zhang Houhou still took the trouble to give me a detailed introduction.
At the end of the corridor is a large uneven stone wall. Behind the door may be the only entrance, or it may be a space for hiding items. In short, it is impossible to say for sure. The ground between the corridor and the door is cracked with a gap of more than 20 centimeters.
It's a scary gap, which is probably one of the reasons why Zhang Houhou didn't dare to use explosives.
When I stood in front of the door, I had ignored Zhang Houhou's narration and introduction. To be honest, I felt uneasy because at this time I had already seen that the material of this door should be the same as the material of the door on Yuntan Peak.
It's the same.
There is no pattern on the door, and there is a thin layer of something similar to patina on it. The entire door is tightly connected to the rock wall, making people suspect that the caster poured the door directly here with flowing molten iron. I am silent.
Jing stared at it for a long time, then stretched out his hand and pushed hard on the door. It felt like he was pushing a mountain.
"Boss Wei, I really don't know how to open this door. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to invite you all the way here, but..." Lao Zhang said tentatively: "I think,
If there is really something to be done about this door, would it be about the palm print?"
I don’t need anyone else to explain these issues, I know it in my heart. Seeing this door with my own eyes, it feels very intuitive. The six-finger palm print in the middle of the door is almost the same size as my palm, about twenty centimeters deep. This shows that the thickness of this door is at least
More than thirty centimeters or even thicker.
I slowly stretched out my hand. What was the relationship between this hand and the door? In my previous imagination, maybe if I pressed my hand in, the door would open silently. However, Yun Tan
Feng’s experience made me give up this idea.
After all, they are all people who have gone to school. You can tell at a glance what is possible and what is impossible. Even explosives cannot open such a thick door. If I reach out and solve it, it completely goes against natural science, Newton
Everyone is crawling out of their graves to argue with me.
But the long-lost premonition in my heart resurfaced again, and it appeared inexplicably. I felt that if I pressed my hand in, there would definitely be an answer. This premonition strengthened my idea, and both Mustache and Ma Dad came together.
Come over and observe the door very carefully, but Zhang Houhou and the others have almost seen through the door, and can't see anything at all.
"let me."
I don’t know why, but at this moment, I seemed calmer than ever. I took a breath secretly, took two steps forward, and slowly stretched my left hand to the handprint on the door. Several people behind me
He didn't dare to breathe out, and stared at the door in front of him.
The size of the handprint on the door basically matched that of my left hand. Without much hesitation, I pressed my hand to the deepest part of the handprint. A cold chill spread through the palm of my hand to my brain, making me shiver involuntarily.
Is that so? Is that so? I looked directly at the handprint in front of me, which was already filled with my left hand. Apart from the chill, I couldn't feel anything strange.
It's useless, my hands are still useless, at least for this door. I feel that my brain suddenly fell into chaos, and what appears in front of me are countless pairs of eyes, Du Qingyi's eyes that have seen through the vicissitudes of the world,
Xu Wanting's eyes that are always hidden and invisible, Mustache's eyes that never give up and let go, Lei Yingxiong's bold and eager eyes...
I suddenly felt a vague sense of guilt, feeling that I had wronged many, many people. Invisibly, my mind began to drift and my body swayed accordingly. Zhang Houhou quickly rushed over to support me: "
Boss Wei..."
I wanted to slowly turn my head to look at him, but before I could look away, my left hand that was pressed into the handprint suddenly felt a bone-crushing pain. At the same time as the pain came, an invisible force seemed to burst out of the palmprint on the door.
I was startled by the suction force and quickly retracted my hand, but the weird suction force made me feel like my hand would be broken off directly.
Ever since I put my palm into the palm print, Xiao Hu and Zhang Hou had been watching closely. When they saw me trying to pull my hand back, they knew something was wrong, so they came closer to me one from the left and the other from the right.
"The hand is sucked!"
"Don't pull hard." Mustache grabbed my wrist.
I knew he might be afraid of the serious consequences of my forceful tugging, but in that situation, I suddenly panicked and just wanted to pull my hand back quickly.
Mustache pulled my wrist and slowly increased the force, but the suction force was really strong, and Mustache did not dare to use force rashly. My hand was always sucked into the palm print on the door and could not be pulled out.
Less than thirty seconds later, there was another stinging pain on my palm, as if a dense mass of nails were driven into the palm of my hand at the same time. Moreover, these nails were hollow. After piercing the palm, the blood was absorbed a little bit.
suck it out.
I could still bear this kind of pain, but this feeling made me feel chilly, and I couldn't help shouting: "Something is sucking my blood!"
"Boss Wei! Don't act rashly!"
I couldn't help but forcefully tried to pull my left hand away. As soon as I moved it, I felt the blood draining faster. I suspected that if this continued, it wouldn't take long for all the blood in the body to be sucked away. But Xiao Hu and Zhang Houhou did not.
I was always wondering whether I should help me pull her back.
"Let go! I'll do it myself!" I didn't care so much anymore, I just wanted to pull my hand back first, but Mustache held my wrist tightly and it was very stuck. When I got anxious, I yelled at them.
.Ma Dad jumped up a few steps behind me. I felt really guilty, so I turned around and asked Ma Dad for help.
"Old Zhang, get out of the way." Ma Dad stretched out his hand and pulled Zhang Houhou aside, and quickly used a flashlight to look near the palm prints on the door, but my hand was completely stuck in the palm prints and I couldn't see anything. He wanted to help me
I put more strength on my arm, and when I saw that my mustache was tightly stuck on my forearm, I immediately became anxious: "Take your hand away! What do you mean! If something happens, you won't save people?"
Mustache glanced at him: "If he pulls it out recklessly, if his hand becomes disabled, are you responsible?"
"I'm responsible! Get out of the way!"
"I'm afraid you can't afford it!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Ma Dad seemed to be really angry, staring at his mustache with a cold face: "Don't let me use force!"