This stone door is divided into left and right sides.
It is also engraved with exquisite patterns.
Zhang Long used the light of the lamp in his hand to carefully examine and look at the patterns, trying to figure out from these pictures who built this place.
It's just that these patterns only have pictures on them, without any text.
And the characters depicted in the patterns are also quite weird.
At the bottom of the stone gate are layers of smoke, and I don’t know if they are clouds.
At the highest point on the left side of the stone gate is a statue of a god with three heads and six faces carved.
His body is entirely white, but his face is carved from a single piece of obsidian.
Zhang Long had already given this three-headed and six-faced statue a nickname of the Black-Faced God in his heart.
All in all, a statue with a weird shape like this is definitely not one that Chinese people are familiar with.
Moreover, his clothing is also quite weird, not the clothing from China or the India, Southeast Asia and other countries that Zhang Long is familiar with.
This also puts an end to Zhang Long's idea of inferring the era of construction from the clothing in the carved portraits.
And under the black-faced god, there are all kinds of strange carvings.
It can be seen that this should be a confrontation between two armies. The black-faced god has more people on his side, while the other side only has three or four people.
There were three or four people, and their faces were carved into a blur.
The weapons he held and the armor he wore were not of high quality. Even the carvings could tell that they were quite shabby.
This made Zhang Long feel strange. Who is the protagonist of the carvings on the stone gate?
From a technical point of view, there is no doubt that the Black-faced God is the protagonist who deserves the rightful place.
He is the largest and most conspicuous one in the whole picture.
But judging from the connotation of the characters, it seems that those three or four people are the protagonists.
"Never mind them. There's so much lost civilization in this world. I'm not an archaeologist. It's none of my business."
Zhang Long also said a few words verbally, and then prepared to open the door.
After all, passing here was the top priority, but Zhang Long used all his strength to push against the stone door but it didn't move at all.
"Damn, how on earth can I open this broken door?"
Even after using so much strength, I couldn't push the stone door open.
Even if Zhang Long wanted to open the door of death, it would take skill.
Thinking of this, Zhang Long also looked at Shimen carefully.
There is no lock on the stone door, not even a keyhole.
If it can't be pushed again and again, it fully indicates that it is started by a mechanism.
It's just that Zhang Long doesn't know where this agency is.
"I want to see if this kind of person doesn't fire well, will there be any concealed weapons?
Ancient people liked to do this trick very much.
Building such a long corridor here seems to lead to a secret palace, which is a bit unusual."
At this time, Zhang Long felt a little regretful. If he brought Liu Li, he might be able to play a role and let him test the mechanisms.
But just as this thought occurred, Zhang Long lowered his head in pain because he thought of Zhang Xiaotong.
"Little boy, where are you?
If you were by my side at this time, the two of us would be able to decipher the method of opening this stone gate by working together."
Zhang Long sighed, stretched out his hands and began to search up and down the stone door.
Maybe the opening switch is somewhere, and as long as you press it lightly, it will dent, and then the stone door will slowly open.
This is also an experience Zhang Long came to after watching many movies and TV series.
Unfortunately, reality soon told him that movies are movies, TV series are TV series, and reality is reality.
Zhang Long almost touched the stone door up and down, left and right, and didn't touch any suspicious place at all.
"We've already come this far, so we can't look back. Besides, there's nowhere to go but that river beach."
Zhang Long simply sat on the ground across the river, staring at the pattern on the stone door, and fell into deep thought.
But after pondering for a while, Zhang Long suddenly discovered.
On the walls to the left and right of the stone gate, the carved pictures seem to correspond to each other in some subtle ways.
"Is it possible that the mechanism is hidden in these two paintings?"
The painting on the left shows a man cutting the flesh of his own leg with a knife, and then offering it to the Black-Faced God.
The painting on the right shows the black-faced god coming to a room and taking away a young girl.
Zhang Long also couldn't figure out what these two paintings were talking about.
After all, he is not an archaeologist.
So he just used his luck-based skills to the fullest.
This is life-threatening, touching everywhere on the stone carvings, not even a corner is missed.
"Where is the agency?"
Zhang Long searched for a long time but found nothing.
He couldn't help but feel a little irritable, as if he had worked so hard to download some resources from Qiandu Cloud Disk, but ended up without a password when decompressing them.
After a lot of trouble, Zhang Long now has neither water nor food to supplement, and he probably feels a little tired.
So he took a step back and sat down.
Because he had stood for too long, his legs were a little weak. When he sat down, he couldn't help but lean back strategically. However, there was nothing behind him to rely on, so Zhang Long couldn't help but reach out and reach down to the ground.
support.
But his thumb pressed into a corner of the wall.
At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of mechanical operation and bite.
Then a rumbling sound sounded.
Zhang Long couldn't help but be ecstatic when he heard this voice. It seemed that he was lucky and found the mechanism accidentally.
I don’t know who designed it, but it was designed at such a low position.
However, Zhang Long thought about it and seemed to understand that this mechanism was not pressed with hands, but kicked with feet.
To put it this way, I am still too young and too superficial.
After some mechanical operation, the warehouse no longer had an open door, and more and more smoke and dust burst out, blocking the light in the entire passage.
When the smoke and dust was brought up, Zhang Long quickly fanned it in front of his face vigorously, and one side was choked by the dust.
The sound of those mechanical operations suddenly stopped heavily after running for a long time.
Zhang Long couldn't help but worry a little, whether it was useless for too long and it was old and disrepaired, because he didn't see the stone door open at this time.