Yan Luyi was startled for a moment, and immediately realized that he was probably talking to Guo Jiu. Seeing Mo Li's surprised look, he quickly pulled him aside and made a silencing gesture.
Yan Yue paused for a moment and then said: "Although it does not sound like your voice, I think this can be attributed to the audio-visual errors that may occur when people are under the huge pressure of approaching death."
Then he didn't speak for a while. Yan Luyi took the flashlight from Mo Li's hand and went to see what was going on around him.
This is an artificially dug passage in the mountain. It is very narrow and long, and cannot be illuminated by a flashlight. It is pitch black in the distance, and I don’t know where it leads. Although due to the age, there are many things scattered on the ground.
There are less gravels, but overall, it is still very neatly repaired.
Yan Luyi's first thought was that he had returned to the air-raid shelter in a daze. He just breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately realized that there was absolutely no way this was an air-raid shelter.
Because on the stone walls on both sides, at regular intervals, there was a lamp installed high up. It was a very old-style lamp. Yan Luyi felt that the last time he saw a similar lamp was in a costume drama.
If this was an air raid shelter, then it would make no sense and there would be no need to install such a simple-looking lamp.
Yan Luyi came closer, shined a flashlight on it, and stood on tiptoes to look hard. There was a thick layer of dust on the lamp, and apart from the age, it was impossible to see its true appearance.
Yan Luyi reached over and wiped his fingers. Originally, she just wanted to wipe off some floating dust to see what kind of material the lamp was made of and how the lamp was not firmly installed in the stone wall. She only poked it gently.
With one finger, there was a click and it fell down.
Yan Luyi reached out casually and caught the lamp from mid-air, but was dusted by the dust. She gently knocked the lamp twice on the stone wall next to her and puffed out her cheeks.
After blowing hard, a lot of dust was removed from the lamp body, and then I could barely see the original appearance of the lamp.
The lamp was made of metal and had been rusted so badly that all that was left in her hand was a thin lamp shell, but the lines on the surface could still be vaguely seen. It was an ancient monster head that looked more like a cow than a cow.
, there are some very blurry words next to it.
Yan Luyi waved to Mo Li, who came over to look at it and said softly: "This should be an ancient cultural relic. It must be of great research value. If there is a chance, I should hand it over to the country."
Yan Luyi couldn't help but be startled and wanted to laugh. But he held it back and praised: "As expected of the squad leader. Are you someone with such a high level of ideological consciousness?"
Mo Li seemed a little embarrassed. The two of them quietly discussed the lamp, and then Yan Yue said over there: "Okay, I'll put this voice aside for now. I'm starting to lose control. In order to
For the next safety consideration, I suggest you increase your intake of Eldin from now on."
As he spoke, he moved his fingers away from his temples, apparently ending the contact with Guo Jiu. Yan Luyi remembered that it had been a long time since he had sensed Lu Zi again, and said, "I really envy you. If Lu Zi and I could do the same,
It would be nice to have telepathy anytime, anywhere.”
Yan Yue said coldly: "You should be grateful that you didn't. Otherwise, with your level of mental retardation, you might have been locked up in a mental hospital for the rest of your life."
Yan Luyi was so angry that he pounded the wall: "Can you not quarrel with me?"
Yan Yue said: "No."
Yan Luyi lost her temper. She walked to sit down next to Yan Yue and asked, "Were you just asking about the voice that reminded us to use crystal ore? It shouldn't have been him, right?"
Yan Yue's expression suddenly changed: "Did you hear that voice too?"
Yan Luyi nodded: "Yeah. It should be a voice message from Brother Ze?"
When she asked this question, she immediately regretted asking this stupid question. Because the time when the voice sounded was too coincidental, it was stuck at the moment when Yan Yue was about to shoot himself, and it was not the tone of Meng Zetian's voice.
Yan Yue did not tease her about this question. Instead, he asked: "What did you hear?"
Yan Luyi said: "There are only three words, crystal ore. Then you took out the stone, and then we got here."
Yan Yue's expression was gloomy and uncertain, as if this was something serious.
Mo Li suddenly said: "I also heard the word "crystal ore". It seemed to come from behind."
Yan Yue's expression changed again.
Yan Luyi added: "When you took out the ore, I saw something hazy inside the wall, as if there was a figure waving to us."
Yan Yue said nothing. But he seemed a little nervous and no longer as calm as before.
Yan Luyi recalled that hazy figure and felt a shiver run down his spine and a deep cold air coming out.
Her voice trembled a little, and she asked: "Is it... a ghost?"
Yan Luyi really wanted Yan Yue to deny her speculation and mock her a few words.
But Yan Yue actually refused to comment.
Yan Luyi also started to panic.
She had to admit that the ethereal ghosts were actually scarier than the alien beasts. After all, there were guns and knives now. If any monsters really appeared, as long as they were not overwhelming like crocodiles, they would be able to kill them with all their might.
.But ghosts are different.
She once again began to think about the terrifying white faces that appeared on the wall when she escaped from the archives room - the tip of the knife scratched across, like nothingness.
Mo Li and Yan Yue refused to deal with him and kept a distance from him. At this moment, they couldn't help but move here, closer to the warm embrace of the organization.
Yan Luyi reluctantly comforted everyone, and at the same time comforted himself: "We have to think this way, even if there is a ghost, seeing that it saved our lives just now, it should be a good ghost. Otherwise, it doesn't have to do anything and just watch us being killed by crocodiles.
Just tear it up and eat it."
Yan Yue pulled Mo Li's backpack from the ground and found a full magazine inside.
This is the magazine of the submachine gun he brought. But the submachine gun was empty of bullets when facing a group of crocodiles. Mo Li, a novice gun user, was not skilled in changing magazines. In addition, he still had a rifle in his hand, so he panicked.
Without thinking too much, I just threw away the submachine gun.
Of course it's impossible to pick it back up now, so even if you have a full magazine, it's of no use.
Yan Yue didn't say anything to him at this moment, but slapped the magazine hard in front of him with a dark face.
No matter how bad Mo Li was, no matter how bad Yan Yue's attitude was, he was too embarrassed to argue with him. He asked weakly and tentatively: "Can the bullets of the submachine gun... be loaded into the rifle?"
Yan Yue sneered: "Of course you can. You are so smart."