Even with the [Protective Force Field] protecting her body, the force of Lin Sanjiu's collision with the ground still almost knocked her soul out of her body.
In the slide that sometimes fell straight down, sometimes spiraled down, she had been thrown around a long time ago; and soon after entering the slide, the light completely disappeared. She had no idea that the slide was about to reach its end, and she even adjusted her body
, even if he was not prepared, he was like a bullet that suddenly left the barrel of a gun. He fell into the air in the dark, and was immediately slammed to the ground by gravity.
Lin Sanjiu felt that all the breath in her body had been knocked out of her body. When she endured the pain and tried to turn over, a "rustling" sound suddenly became loud in the darkness, and then she heard a second sound.
There was a muffled "plop" sound - it must have been Pan Cui who fell from the slide and received the same treatment.
"Pan Cui?" She finally squeezed out enough breath from her chest and asked.
Sure enough, Pan Cui responded to her with a low groan of pain.
"Is the wound okay?"
Pan Cui didn't dare to speak loudly yet, but her vague voice and tone expressed "it's okay".
In the next ten seconds, Lin Sanjiu heard the same sound twice more; soon, the moans of Pina and Jiajiada also joined the darkness.
"It hurts... it hurts so much," Pina whispered, "Where is this place? Does anyone have a flashlight, please shine it... Oh, I do."
Strange to say, almost at the same time as she turned on the flashlight, as if someone sensed their needs, she suddenly turned on the surrounding lights - the lights hanging high above her head were scattered in an instant.
The light was so bright that it was almost blinding, clearly illuminating the place where several people were.
...and also illuminated the faces staring at them all around.
The alarm signal suddenly screamed in her mind, and Lin Sanjiu jumped up, all her muscles tense in preparation for battle; however, after looking around, she couldn't help but be stunned.
The entrance of the slide they fell down was at least ten meters above their heads. It looked like the mouth of a plastic round pipe protruding from the rough rock wall. It was also surrounded by rocks on all sides.
The wall - no, more precisely, it is more like an empty cave dug out of the mountain. It is a rough circle with a square shape; a circle of strong lights fixed by an iron frame hangs high in the cave.
The top was more than ten meters away from them.
There is no light or wind on the four walls of the cave. Let alone the next exit, there is not even a gap. However, on the four walls of this rock cave, there is a full circle of oil paintings hanging - every one
They are all portrait paintings.
"What is this going on..." Pina also got up, with the flashlight still on, and used the aperture to shine through the oil paintings one by one. "Who are these people?"
Lin Sanjiu couldn't tell how many oil paintings there were at the moment; there were men and women in the paintings, probably between the ages of 20 and 50, all dressed in formal clothes and neatly dressed - she turned around half a circle following the light of her flashlight,
Suddenly paused.
"I don't know the others," Jia Jiatian was still sitting on the ground. At this time, his eyes followed the flashlight and fell on the portraits that stunned Lin Sanjiu. "But these few, I
It happens to be quite familiar."
Not only him, Lin Sanjiu was also very familiar with the people in the four consecutive oil paintings - Pina, Pan Cui, Jia Jiatian and herself.
Pan Cui bent down, stretched out a hand to Jiajiatian, and pulled him to stand up. Lin Sanjiu saw that there did not seem to be any danger around him, so he walked to the oil painting in a few steps and looked at himself in the painting carefully.
In the painting, she is wearing a skirt suit that she has never worn in real life, with a white pearl hanging on each ear, which seems to be a pretty standard upper-middle class dress. Under the oil painting, there are also
There was a sign attached that read, "Lin Sanjiu, 28 years old, is the CEO of a new company in the logistics and warehousing industry. He is a friend of a friend invited by Nika."
"The logistics and warehousing industry..." Teacher Yi murmured, "This must be an industry assigned to you based on your ability. Don't tell me, it's quite suitable. Who is Nika?"
Confused, Lin Sanjiu turned around and took a look. The painting on the left showed the same face, Jia Jiatian's face. At this time, he also came close to the painting and loudly read the content on the sign.
I read it again: "Jiajiatian, 14 years old, a junior high school student, is Ming Na's nephew. His family seems to be from a rich and powerful family. I come from a pretty good background...Who is Ming Na?"
Lin Sanjiu walked along the oil paintings and read the labels on each painting. He soon discovered that "Nika" and "Ming Na" were both portraits in other oil paintings.
"Wait a minute, if we are painted into the oil painting," Jiajiada, who was walking beside her to inspect the oil painting, suddenly realized and suggested: "Then the people in the other oil paintings could be other evolved people who came in before.
What?"
"The question is, what do you want us to do here?" Pina had already walked more than half of the way around the cave. When she heard this, she raised her voice and said, "There are no yellow arrows around here. Is this another dead end?"
Her echo echoed faintly in the cave, but failed to inspire any answer.
"I always feel like I have seen these paintings somewhere..." Lin Sanjiu came close to an oil painting of a middle-aged woman, narrowed his eyes and said, "But no matter how many times I search in my memory, none of them appear in any scene.
These oil paintings..."
"You know, most of people's memories are made up by themselves," Kajiada replied casually.
It stands to reason that if she has indeed seen these oil paintings, Teacher Yi should be able to help her dig out the relevant memories - unless it is a memory that has been completely forgotten and has even been cleared from the subconscious.
"I'll think about it again carefully, and you can look for more clues." Teacher Yi said in his mind, "This vague sense of familiarity, but being unable to locate it, is really torturous."
The four of them were scattered in the cave and quickly looked at all the oil paintings. Pan Cui gradually began to adapt to his wounds. Although he still didn't dare to speak normally, he could still express some basic meanings through hums and ahs;
For example, she pointed at the oil painting and made a "ten" gesture with both hands, allowing everyone to understand without much effort that there were a total of ten oil paintings hanging in the cave.
"I still don't understand why this happened and how we should continue walking." Pina said a little irritably, reaching out and cautiously touching an oil painting in front of her - the painting was a face.
He is a serious, middle-aged man who seems to have a lot of status.
Lin Sanjiu was about to remind her to be careful, but the words were already in her mouth, when she suddenly heard a deep man's voice that did not belong to her echo in the cave: "Everything I have today is not due to Zu Yin or
In exchange for luck..."
"What?" Pina was startled and retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted. "It's - it's this portrait! The portrait is talking!"
Meanwhile, the portrait continues.
"Years of experience have allowed me to develop a keen sense of smell, and I can smell the smell of trouble from a distance." In the painting, the man stares straight at Pina, his face frozen in oil paint, but there is a sound coming from the frame.
Then it sounded: "Tonight, in my mansion, this smell is so strong that it is suffocating."