Chapter 226 Message
"Save me!"
The figure in the darkness stretched out his hand to Shang Jianyao, like a drowning man trying to grab the last straw.
But Shang Jianyao was cold, as if he was slowly sinking in the winter water.
As the hand got closer and closer to him, the darkness with a shimmer of light in front of his eyes shook violently.
Finally, this pitch darkness was silently shattered, and the sunlight shone in, making the black coffin and the "dry corpse" in linen clothes reflect Shang Jianyao's eyes again.
His consciousness returned to the real world.
At the same time, there was still obvious paralysis left in his body, and many nerve endings were beating gently.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Baimian withdrew his left hand, which was still a little lightning, and asked with concern, "I saw that your expression was distorted, so I tried to wake you up."
Speaking of this, she sighed happily:
"Fortunately, you took off your mask!"
"How long has it been?" Shang Jianyao did not answer the rhetorical question.
"About three minutes." Jiang Baimian can tell the answer without flipping through his wrist to look at his watch.
She had been paying close attention to Shang Jianyao's situation and specific time just now, after all, they couldn't stay in the temple for too long.
Shang Jianyao thought for a moment and said:
"I feel like only a dozen seconds have passed."
He immediately described the dark environment he had just "seen", the window in the dim light, the blurry tower in the distance, and the figure crawling under the window.
"That figure is shouting 'save me'?" Jiang Baimian asked in slight astonishment.
Shang Jianyao answered the question:
"He speaks in gray."
Jiang Baimian looked around the layout of the temple, looked down at the "dry corpse" black hair and rough linen clothes, and nodded lightly:
"It's normal."
She immediately said to herself with great interest:
"He was actually shouting 'save me'...... Does this mean that his current state is not natural?
"He went wrong while exploring the depths of the 'Mind Corridor', was trapped inside, and his consciousness could not return to his body?
"Before, his aura merged into the fish-man awakener, and if he wanted to conceive it, he was trying to open up the channel between the spiritual world and the real world?"
Every time Shang Jianyao entered the "Sea of Origin", she would have similar concerns, and at this time it was logical to make a guess.
"It may also be that he wants to make some attempts and traps his conscious mind in his subconscious." Shang Jianyao gave another possibility.
At this moment, he was seriously doing academic analysis.
Jiang Baimian said "hmm":
"But this doesn't explain why his body has survived to this day.
"Could it be that in such a predicament, the body of a human being, or an awakened person, will naturally enter a state suspected of deep freezing?"
Her question was not answered for a while, so she could only turn to say:
"I don't know what that window and the tower outside the window mean.
"If it's a situation you're guessing, it should be some kind of psychological mapping, and if I'm right, it could be a scene in the depths of the 'Spiritual Corridor'......"
Speaking of this, Jiang Baimian turned his wrist and looked at his watch:
"Time is running out, let's search for any other clues, and we can't discuss anything here."
Shang Jianyao agreed, put on the mask again, and removed the flashlight from the armament belt.
The yellowish pillar of light quickly shone into the black coffin, causing the shadows to fade and reveal more details.
Jiang Baimian held the gun in one hand, leaned down, and took advantage of the light of the flashlight to check the sleeping "god" named Yan Hu from top to bottom.
As her eyes moved down inch by inch, she suddenly found that several nails on the right hand of the dry corpse were cracked and dyed dark red.
"Injured?" Jiang Baimian's heart moved, and he motioned for Shang Jianyao to focus the light of the flashlight on the inner panel of the coffin next to the right hand of the "dry corpse".
As Guangliang ruled that area, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao saw scratches one after another at the same time.
Some of these scratches were normal, some were intermittent, and some were stained with dark red marks.
"This was made by him with his fingers after he fell asleep? He can still move his fingers occasionally, in the early days?" Jiang Baimian couldn't decipher what those scratches meant for a while, because they might have been made in several times and not completely aggregated.
She no longer held the gun, let it carry on her body, then took out the paper and pen from her pocket, moved the scratches to the paper one by one according to the layout on the coffin inner board, and took the initiative to shorten the distance between them.
After the reproduction was completed, Jiang Baimian finally recognized what these scratches were.
They are four gray texts:
"New", "Of", "World", "World"
"New world?" Jiang Baimian didn't expect that after the "god" Yan Hu fell asleep, the hint left by him with all his might was such a phrase.
Shang Jianyao suddenly realized:
"He's trapped in a new world!"
"Isn't this a little too simple? Moreover, what does the new world represent, and where?" Jiang Baimian did not blindly deny Shang Jianyao's speculation, but asked more questions.
"I don't know." Shang Jianyao is quite honest.
Jiang Baimian turned his wrist and looked at his watch again:
"Go back and discuss it again, continue."
She and Shang Jianyao quickly checked the situation inside the coffin and found no more clues.
They seized the last moment and quickly passed through the left and right corridors of the temple, and as a result, there was almost no dust in sight here.
"It's almost time, it's time to quit." After returning to the place where the coffin was parked, Jiang Baimian made a rational decision.
Shang Jianyao seemed a little reluctant, but still chose to obey the team leader's orders.
Jiang Baimian finally glanced at Yan Hu sleeping in the coffin, and his eyes swept from his closed eyes, skinny face, and slightly yellowed white linen clothes, and fell on the branch bracelet on his right wrist.
Jiang Baimian guessed that this should also be an item that could produce miraculous effects, but the final mutation of the Fishman Awakener made her dare not try it rashly.
The ghost knows if the things left by Yan Hu have similar backdoors or "viruses"!
"Huh......" She exhaled, suppressed the greed in her heart, turned her body, and walked outside the temple without looking back.
It is better to leave this kind of high-risk thing to the vigilant sect members or the company's group that specializes in similar matters that may come later.
Shang Jianyao was not in a hurry to follow her, put away the flashlight, took a step diagonally, and lifted the coffin board up with his hands wearing rubber gloves and covered it.
After doing this, he stood in front of the coffin where the sleeping "god" could no longer be seen, and bowed solemnly three times.
Jiang Baimian, who had decided not to look back, stood in the patio and watched this scene speechlessly.
"He's not dead yet......" Jiang Baimian sighed.
"It's warmer and won't be harassed by bugs." Shang Jianyao gave his reason, and then, he lowered the white curtain at the entrance of the hall.
Jiang Baimian said "heh":
"Then you bowed to the ghost?"
"Polite." Shang Jianyao replied truthfully.
After the two left the temple in a corner, Shang Jianyao turned around again and closed the dark door lightly.
"It's really polite." Jiang Baimian commented unclearly.
She continued:
"While we still have time, let's go search other houses to see what clues we can find."
It was far worse than being nearby, so they opened the door and entered the house directly in the alley outside the temple and did a simple investigation.
Unfortunately, this place seems to have been screened by the fishmen, leaving nothing related to words.
The only thing that could be seen was that there were traces of fighting in many places, printed with blackened blood.
"It seems that they were really attacked by the 'heartless', and no one survived in the end......" Jiang Baimian combined the information provided by the fishman captives to make a judgment.
When the "heartless disease" broke out in the town, the remaining humans became the prey of the "heartless people".
Because of time constraints, Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian did not stay long, left the house in the alley, and rushed to the place where the bicycles were parked.
When he was about to reach the entrance of the alley, Jiang Baimian looked back at the doors he had deliberately not closed, and said thoughtfully:
"Then who closed the door for them?"
The "mindless people" who hunt in the home should not have the instinct to close the door casually.
"Fully automatic." Shang Jianyao replied seriously.
As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed out of the alley and said happily:
"The bicycle is still there."
"Do you really think they will be stolen?" Jiang Baimian's voice gradually lowered, and he looked sideways at the mountain in the middle of the island in the middle of the lake.
There may still be some "mindless people" alive there, who may actually ride bicycles.
Without further delay, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao got on their bicycles and left the market town the same way.
At this time, the winter evening had quietly arrived, and the sky was much darker.
After riding for a distance, Jiang Baimian couldn't help but look back at the market town where the temple was located.
This town, full of the ancient charm of the old world, was silent and lifeless in the gradually darkening environment.
For some reason, Jiang Baimian suddenly thought of the evening in Shuiwei Town:
A large number of townspeople returned from the farmland and wild woods in the rear, and in the square with many "illegal buildings", stoves were lit one after another, cooking food, and some children after school ran around, chasing each other, and some looking at their stew pots expectantly......
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I don't know how long it took, but I returned to the silent town, in the alley where the temple was located.
The wind howled by, and several open doors slammed shut one after another.
(End of this chapter)