Chapter 11 137 cave

So many chains have penetrated into that gap. Qin Zhong didn't understand. He knew that this paragraph was not written on his grandfather's notes, nor did he say that he had fought with such a rotten corpse. It seems that many of the remaining things have to be faced and accepted by himself.

"Mona, catch these things." A white figure rushed in from the door, holding a cross about one meter high, a string of garlic hanging on his chest, a red Bible under his armpit, and a long beard on his face.

Mona took the thing and saw that it was her own cross. He quickly put on the cross and looked at the people carefully. Why didn't it look like her father? She didn't see one, two or three: "Who are you?"

"Haha, sister, I'm your brother. I just came out of your father's church, which is my master." People don't speak very standardly, and Mandarin is very stiff.

Qin Zhong took a closer look and felt that this person was not normally dressed as a Chinese, but as a Westerner, but his face was still a Chinese face, but he didn't ask much.

I only saw Mona touching her explosive head: "Brother? Why don't I know there is a senior? Besides, we Catholics don't say this?

"Ha ha, you forgot that we played together when we were young. Ma Lian bloomed 21." The man jumped up as he spoke.

As soon as Mona heard this, she seemed to remember something. He smiled coldly: "Are you a little beauty?"

"Do you remember, stinky boy!"

This made Qin Zhong very puzzled how the two names could be like this. He simply didn't pay attention to them and went to see the outbreak of big teeth. In the scene just now, the style of big teeth was simply unprecedented. In the days when Qin Zhong knew big teeth, he had almost never seen big teeth. Man.

Qin Zhong came to his big teeth and stretched out his hand: "Get up. What happened just now is over."

Big teeth sitting on the ground seemed to be stupid. He didn't seem to accept so much of what he had just done. Unexpectedly, he didn't expect that he would do such a thing, and his lips flug up and down and couldn't speak.

Qin Zhong looked at the two kitchen knives in his hand and was suddenly stunned. Just now, he clearly left the thick corpse acid on the kitchen knife, but there was no residue at this time.

Just as Qin Zhong was puzzled, the guy who was called a little beauty walked to Qin Zhong very unrestrainedly and looked down at the kitchen knife in Qin Zhong's hand: "Just killed the rotten body. The rotten body is gone. Of course, nothing can be left on your kitchen knife."

"Is that right? Ha ha, little beauty, your name is very special. Qin Zhong said.

Mona came over from behind Qin Zhong: "That's what we called when we were children." Then he looked at the big tooth sitting on the ground: "What's wrong with him? Wasn't he quite a man just now?"

"It's okay. This guy just let him sit down for a while." After Qin Zhong saw it, he looked out of the door again, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

While Qin Zhong was wondering, the little beauty stretched out her hand and said, "Call me Mark in the future. In fact, in terms of chemical equations, what we just saw just now is a special mold in our brain. These molds can make people have an illusion. To put it clear, all ghosts and so on are some people. A toxin produced after death, and when these toxins condense, a large number of toxins will be formed, which makes us have this illusion.

Qin Zhong and others seem to be very reasonable when they hear this, but they can't figure it out. Is everyone a toxin? Qin Zhong shook his head. He pulled up the big teeth that had been physically exhausted with one hand and said to Mark, "Mark, very good. Thank you for your help us just now. I'm a history student. I don't know what you're talking about. I only know that there are really ghosts in the world. There are really some difficult for us. Something to explain.

Big teeth were still gasping in Qin Zhong's ear, but they were slapped in the face by Qin Zhong: "Hey, wake up. You were great just now. Don't be there endlessly."

"Ha ha, this brother seems to be very poisoned. Why don't I draw blood for you and go back to help you test it?" Mark's words are really a lot.

Qin Zhong didn't pay attention to this guy. He looked at his big teeth carefully and seemed to have recovered: "Much better. You were really brave just now."

Big teeth finally said after holding back for a long time: "Curator, I don't want to kill people, those just now?"

"Stop talking, those who used to be people just now were not human when you saw them. If you kill them, you will kill them, not to mention that they are likely not dead." Qin Zhong said and suddenly remembered the chains just now. It seemed that these chains were running to a place, and that place happened to be the wall between the first floor and the second floor.

He felt that something was wrong. There were not so many coincidences in the world. Since the chain goes in the same direction, it proves that there must be something wrong there.

Qin Zhong put away the two kitchen knives in his hand and came to the place where the chain disappeared just now. There was a crack on the wall caused by disrepair, but the crack seemed to be very regular and neat. Even if it was broken, if it was connected, wouldn't it be a door?

Mona followed Qin Zhong curiously. She was also infected by Qin Zhong's actions and integrated into Qin Zhong's meditative atmosphere.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

No one answered. Qin Zhong touched the wall with his hand. He didn't find anything for a long time. He held his arms in front of his chest and held his chin with one hand: "Well, no, it's not right here. It must be right."

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" Mark shows the unique straightforwardness of Westerners, and there is no Chinese kind of inner beauty and reservedness.

Qin Zhong gently pushed Mark away with his hand and touched it on the wall, but he still didn't find anything.

This time Mona couldn't hold back: "Brother, what the hell are you doing? All three of us are watching here."

"Don't say anything. The curator must have found something. Those chains just got into there. If we take out those chains from it and sell them, won't it be a lot of wealth!" Daya seemed to recover. He came to Qin Zhong and grinned: "Curator, do you think I'm right?"

"Yes, you're right. Give me a few minutes. I seem to remember something." Qin Zhong thought of a cave written in his notes, which was never found and found by his grandfather, and Qin Zhong studied history. He knew that a cave was similar to what his grandfather said, and more coincidentally, if he connected several cracks of the cracked walls according to his own impression, then the shape That is the cave he knows, or the cave his grandfather wants to know.

Qin Zhong found that these wall seams seemed to have some strange features. He put his kitchen knife into those wall crevices and moved along the movable route. The final result was that the outline he drew was the shape of the cave he thought of.

"Yes, that's it, 137 caves." In order to prove whether his guess is correct or not, he will turn out the things behind the wall anyway.

But at this moment, Mark put his big face against the wall: "Isn't there a switch here?" As he spoke, he pressed the switch, and the light between the stairs lit up, and the outline of the door was more obvious.

Qin Zhong turned the corners of his mouth and said, "Please find a way to tear down all this wall. There should be another mystery there."

But when Qin Zhong was talking, he suddenly found that the snow-white wall was slipping down quickly, and a low sound was sounding, the bricks were dragging the ground and ringing, and the brick wall outside was pushed open by a mechanical force.

Qin Zhong carefully looked behind the wall. It turned out that there was only a dark green iron gate here. There seemed to be several words on the iron door. He didn't understand the Japanese characters, but he understood the words behind him, 137 caves.

The four people present were dumbfounded. Qin Zhong didn't know whether it was happy or sad at this moment. He didn't dare to speak and still carefully observed the iron gate. After he was sure that he had not made a mistake again, he stretched out his hand to the handle on the iron gate and held it tightly.