Zhao Yingjun's words were undoubtedly like a bomb, which surprised me. The old mud on the stove he mentioned was the dead spots on some daily necessities that are not easy to clean. When things are used frequently, oil, dirt, and dirt will accumulate in these dead spots.
If the traces of old mud are relatively new, it means that someone has indeed been using this thing.
I couldn't even ask the question "Is it possible?" It was as if all the weirdest things in the world were concentrated in this place. Zhao Yingjun was completely in a fighting state, and his eyes kept looking around. I glanced at the stove again
, this stove is undoubtedly something from the Qin Dynasty, something from the Qin Dynasty, and it is left in such a hidden and tortuous place, and there are still people using it? If someone is using it, what does it mean? It can only mean that there are people here!
Judging from the things left in this space, when the Qin people were constructing it, it was probably a place dedicated to the residence and gathering of alchemists. But other than that, nothing else can be seen for the time being. Just when Zhao Yingjun planned to slow down
When I took a closer look, I heard a clicking sound coming from the dark corner opposite us. The sound was so harsh that Zhao Yingjun's face changed and he jumped over.
At the time, I didn’t know what the clicking sound meant, but afterwards, I believed that Zhao Yingjun was indeed a tough man. He told me that it was the sound of a bullet jamming. In other words, someone was hiding in the corner over there.
, shot him. In the past movies and TV shows, you can often see bullet jamming plots, but that was the past after all. Modern military technology is so advanced. If it is that kind of standard firearm, it has been repeated countless times.
Mass production was started only after testing, and the performance is quite stable. If there are no unexpected situations, it is almost impossible for low-level performance errors such as jamming to occur.
Once the bullet jams, it means that the gunman cannot fire a second shot in a short period of time. Zhao Yingjun rushed over at once. I couldn't react at all. As soon as I turned my head, I saw a figure rushing out of the corner.
, and quickly got in towards the entrance. Zhao Yingjun followed closely behind. The figure was extremely familiar with the terrain here. Although the light was very dim, he still ran very fast. When they entered the entrance one after another,
I followed him in a hurry.
When I was halfway through the run, I heard two sounds of water popping in succession. Zhao Yingjun must have forced the attacker into the water. There was only one entrance to the tunnel, and there was no other way to go. I ducked in in a few seconds.
When I went out, the light shone and I saw the water surface in front of the hole was churning violently, and two people were twisted into a ball in the water. I waved my hands anxiously, but I didn't dare to go into the water, for fear of causing trouble to Zhao Yingjun.
In this situation, I couldn't help much. Although I had a gun in my hand, Zhao Yingjun and the other party were fighting in the water in darkness, and I had no chance to shoot. And the rag was still in my hand.
Underground lakes are very unsafe.
Just when I was helpless, they rolled violently in the water a few times and submerged under the water. Only a series of bubbles popped up. When the two people resurfaced, they were very close to me.
.I finally waited for the opportunity, grabbed the man's wet hair, and dragged him back desperately. This man was very strong, and I grabbed his hair tightly and was still struggling fiercely. I quickly used one of my legs to
Step on the stone wall inside the hole, otherwise you will definitely be taken into the water.
"Don't move!" I stood firm, still holding his hair with one hand, and holding the gun against his head with the other hand. This man was extremely tough, and he was still resisting when he was held by the gun. But he was already down.
When we got downwind, Zhao Yingjun was clinging to him in the water. I grabbed his hair tightly. As soon as he pulled away hard, I felt my hand was empty. I pulled a handful of hair from his head. I couldn't control it.
With all his strength, he sat down on the ground.
I quickly turned over and climbed up. The two of them were still fighting on the same spot. This time I changed my method and took off the belt from my waist. Seeing the opportunity, I used the belt to strangle the man's neck.
Pulling back hard. As a result, he couldn't stand it anymore. He had no choice but to use his hands to pick off the belt around his neck, and was immediately subdued by Zhao Yingjun.
"Go up!" Zhao Yingjun held the man in one hand and borrowed strength from me with the other, turned over and dragged him into the hole. Only then did I let go of the belt. Zhao Yingjun tied the man's hand tightly with the belt.
Drag him into the space behind the tunnel.
The man was thrown into the corner. Zhao Yingjun was so tired that he gasped and squeezed the water out of his clothes. While pointing the gun at the man, I asked Zhao Yingjun if I was afraid that he had other accomplices.
"He's the only one." Zhao Yingjun wiped his wet hair: "If he had an accomplice, even just one accomplice, I would be dead by now."
Zhao Yingjun tidied up, squatted directly in front of the other person, and shined a diving light on his face. This person was about fifty years old. In fact, it is quite difficult to maintain such quick reactions and physical strength at this age.
I pulled out a handful of his hair, and blood continued to seep out from under his scalp, flowing over his pale face and dripping onto the beard on his chin.
I could see that this was a man with a very strong psychological quality. He had fallen to this stage, but he did not have any fear or panic. His face was expressionless, and he looked at Zhao Yingjun calmly. His eyes were not clear.
Big, but there is a look of disdain in his eyes. This look makes me feel that he is very arrogant, or has a high self-esteem, as if he is saying to me and Zhao Yingjun: I am a tall, rich and handsome man, and you two are poor bastards.
, even if you catch me, I will still be tall, rich and handsome, and you will still be a poor bastard.
I was observing the movement around me and looking at that person. Within maybe a minute or two, I suddenly realized in my mind that this person seemed familiar.
It may not be accurate to say that he is familiar. It is not a real familiarity, but I feel that I may have seen him before. But when and where I saw him specifically, I have no impression at all. My social circle in the past was not wide, and most of the people I knew were
People of about the same age, such an old guy, really can't remember them.
"It's already like this, so don't be stubborn. Can you still bite me?" Zhao Yingjun looked at the other person's face: "Tell me what you need to say."
This man said nothing and just glanced at Zhao Yingjun indifferently. I became more and more curious about this man. Firstly, I felt that he did look a bit familiar. Secondly, how long had he been here? The bronze stove was him.
Is he using it? What is he doing here?
Zhao Yingjun asked a few questions and repeated the words that threatened Polonov, but this man was a hundred times tougher than Polonov. No matter what Zhao Yingjun said, he always had a very indifferent expression.
"Shall we go up first?" I asked Zhao Yingjun. Staying in this place always felt uneasy.
"Wait a moment, search his den of thieves, keep an eye on him." Zhao Yingjun tightened the belt that tied this man, and then started to search everywhere in the space. I pointed the gun at him, his eyes were filled with tears.
Don't dare to blink.
Zhao Yingjun searched for a while and found the source of the musky smell. On several stone walls in the space, there were densely packed musks wrapped in small gauze bags hung with thin threads. The stone walls around each bag of musk were covered with
A small hole as thick as a finger, which is very round and looks like a hole made by something corroded.
The hole was very deep. Then, Zhao Yingjun found an insect as thick as a chopstick, slowly crawling out of the hole. We had never seen this kind of insect before, and we didn’t know if it was poisonous. Zhao Yingjun used a knife to pick one out.
The little insect shined a light into the hole. Vaguely, he saw some white things as big as millet grains inside the hole, like silkworm eggs.
"Such a small hole is not drilled from the outside." Zhao Yingjun said to himself, "It seems to be drilled from the inside."
Zhao Yingjun guessed that these little bugs may have been lured out from the depths of the small holes with musk. The bugs were useless. The man in his fifties may have done this to collect those millet-like eggs, because a small bug in the corner
The bottle is filled with such insect eggs.
We don’t know what the use of insect eggs is, but this person must have his own use by going to such a place to collect insect eggs. This is so puzzling that a person is willing to stay in a dark place, like a mole
What on earth is he going to do while alive? But the other party still refuses to speak, and we have nothing to do for the time being. I want to take a good look at him first, and when we get back to the ground, Zhao Yingjun will probably find a way to pry open his mouth.
If you observe carefully, some details in the space can show that this person has lived here for a long time. Zhao Yingjun found a lot of solid fuel piled together. For us, this is a good thing. He took a few
I brought a lump of fuel over to light the fire, and while I was warming myself, I looked at the man.
Because I always felt that this person looked familiar, I kept looking at him, and he did not shy away from my gaze. I secretly thought desperately and dug out all the details that I could recall in my memory, just to recall who this person was.
Have you really seen it? This is a very troublesome thing. The impression is not deep to begin with, and I don’t know when it happened. It is really laborious to search it out from the massive memories.
I looked at this person, and he looked at me. When I felt a little tired from sitting and wanted to change my posture, he suddenly curled his lips and sneered softly.
The human brain is a very wonderful thing. Sometimes, a seemingly very difficult thing may only need a little spark of inspiration to completely ignite it. When this person sneered, an electric light flashed in my mind.
For a moment.
Could it be him?
I suddenly felt like I remembered who this person was.