The three Batmans entered the main building of the mausoleum, but Su Ming did not follow them immediately. After all, they were too cautious along the way, as if they were afraid of traps on the road, so they did not move very fast. The kung fu was still there at the moment.
It's near the door.
So he took off with the cat and went into the air to look at the reliefs on the top floor of the pyramid of the main building. Maybe there would be some clues here.
As we all know, reliefs, murals, and inscriptions appear in cemeteries for future generations to see. Whether they tell a story about the life of the tomb owner or record the great achievements of a nation, they are all similar things.
So the question is, this building that looks like a Mayan pyramid has three floors on the ground that add up to a height of 70 or 80 meters. This relief appears on the top floor dozens of meters above the ground. Who is this for?
Is it a flying man? Or does it mean that latecomers have super vision by default?
Then a relatively high possibility arises, that this thing is more like a post-event message.
Suppose a person walks into the Supreme Resting Place, finds the Sword of the Stars, and then successfully obtains the "power of mystery" in it, and becomes Captain of the Universe.
Then after this man flew out of the pyramid, he had super vision and flying ability. He would naturally be able to see these reliefs, and he could see them 100%. After all, this is the tallest and most conspicuous building here, and it also
It has the advantage of showing different appearances when facing the sun and when facing the sun.
Leveraging curiosity often works.
So Deathstroke planned to take advantage of Batman's procrastination to take a look at the contents of these reliefs and ask Cat to help with the details. After all, it is also a concrete embodiment of the concept.
At this time, he was suspended in front of the relief, with his hands folded across his chest, looking at these artworks of an unknown alien race, and a strange sound came from his nostrils.
"Uh, huh, huh, huh."
"What's wrong? Deathstroke, did you see something?" The kitten rubbed its eyes with its paws. It also stared at the relief, but in its opinion, this was a very ordinary story.
You can see in almost all cemeteries, a group of people, let’s call those matchstick-like creatures in the sculpture group people, kneeling down to worship something in the picture.
That thing looks like sunlight, showing wisps of curved lines, but unlike many peoples who worship stars, there is no star itself in the relief picture.
There are only wisps of wavy things. If these patterns are the tentacles of the ancient ones, cats can accept it, because it is so abstract that they really can’t guess what they are.
It's still a little angry, because logically speaking, to be able to build such a good building, it should already be a civilization with writing, right? How come these people only draw pictures but don't write?
The error in using pictures to convey information is too big. Isn't it like playing the human game of "you draw and I guess"?
"It's a discovery, Xiao Hui, look here." A black tentacle emerged from Su Ming's body and pointed at a place dozens of meters away like a pointer. There was an inconspicuous triangular decoration in the relief.
It’s like a common lace on devils’ contracts: “What do you think this is?”
"I think?" The cat shook its head and licked the pads of its palms: "It's not me who thinks it, but you who think it. If you recognize it, just say it directly and don't show off."
"This is a scale." After touching the cat's head, more tentacles emerged from Deathstroke's body. While flying around the top of the tower, he pointed out all the similar marks on the relief one by one: "The ones carved here are exactly the same.
It's the cycle of the universe. There are seven of these marks with the same scale. I just counted them."
After speaking, he stepped back a little, raised his hand and released a small energy projection.
This is exactly how the huge relief in front of you has been shrunk. Originally, it circled the building and was not clearly visible. The death knell made its projection separate from the building itself. The two ends of the relief were connected end to end, and then rotated like a revolving lantern.
When the cat reads it now, he finally understands that this is a story with no beginning and no end, and everything will continue in a loop.
The universe is born, prospers, ends, and then enters the next cycle. Although it doesn’t know why the death knell determined this matter after seeing the seven scales, it believes that men can’t be wrong.
"Between the end and the end, there is a content about these people worshiping the wavy lines. What does this mean? These people are worshiping this kind of cycle?"
There are still some questions that need to be asked, mainly out of curiosity.
As the dream of a thousand stray cats, it has seen many people in its dreams. Naturally, it also knows that people's beliefs are all kinds of strange. They worship all kinds of things. Even the most abstract concepts can find believers, let alone some.
Rippled.
Did these people in ancient times see that the heat of summer distorted the light, so they thought the ripples were awesome?
"You are talking like the 'Principle of the Circle'. Haha, don't mention it. There is a religion that worships the 'Circle of the Sky' in the Marvel Universe. Those lunatics of the Universal Truth Sect are, oh, by the way, in fact, the Universal Truth
There are also many admirers of Raya who pursue the great cycle."
Su Ming took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it, took a deep breath, and replied with a smile:
"But this is obviously not the case. In fact, the picture inserted in this position represents people praying to something, praying for it to stop this cycle, that is to say."
"Do these wavy lines actually represent a mystery?" The cat is not a detective, and it is not appropriate to insist on playing the role of Bobo, but it can still compliment it, and there is no problem in following the train of thought.
As a cat, it knows how to make humans happy, which is also an important skill for stray cats to survive in the streets and alleys of the city.
You cannot make enough food and clothing by digging through garbage, so the best way is to rely on human feeding.
"Yes, this is a mystery, haha, but why are there some wavy lines?"
Su Ming scratched the cat's head, as if this could help speed up his brain:
"It's not an ellipse, it's not a dash, it's not any other symbol, it's just a wavy line? How are these kneeling believers so sure that the 'mystery' can stop the cycle of the sky? Have they seen it with their own eyes?"
"You shouldn't have to think too much about that, Slade. What people want God to do and what God actually does are two completely different things." The kitten reminded him in time. His brain is not as good as Bobo's.
, but it has a lot of experience and has a lot of understanding of some high-level things.
People kneel down to worship gods and beg for grace. Will God definitely agree?
According to Qian Mao Zhi Meng's own experience, the answer is no. For example, God, if he could find time to answer even one of his trillions of prayers, it would be considered good.
"Oh, you are right. Today's Marvel Omniverse is still in a continuous cycle. As far as I know, it has never stopped. We are already in the Seventh Sky Era."
After being reminded, Su Ming retracted his divergent thinking in time, then he shook his head, hugged the cat and landed towards the main building gate.