Long Yuehong, who had been looking over there, suddenly retracted her head, and her heart beat faster involuntarily.
Dead man!
Inside the crate lifted down from the seventh floor, there was a dead man!
Jiang Baimian turned his body sideways, his back pressed against the wall on the side of the corridor.
At the same time, she stretched out her left hand, grabbed Shang Jianyao's shoulder, and dragged him abruptly to the door of the room.
Bai Chen took a step back quite quickly and returned to the room.
In the indescribable silence, the sound of friction and the sound of wooden boards closing came from the stairs one after another.
Jiang Baimian leaned forward slightly and looked at the place carefully.
She saw the two dull gray-robed monks lift the crate again and walk downstairs.
During the whole process, even if there was an accidental fall and the crate fell, they did not have any conversation or communication.
What's even more strange is that they haven't looked around to see if anyone has seen it.
When the two gray-robed monks disappeared at the staircase, Jiang Baimian turned his head and motioned for the other three members of the "Old Tune Group" to return to the room with him.
Seeing that the team leader closed the door, Long Yuehong whispered in shock and fear:
"This is the end of being lured by a demon into the seventh floor without permission?"
Become a corpse!
Jiang Baimian raised his hand and touched his cochlea, barely figuring out what Long Yuehong was talking about.
She said in a deep voice:
"It may not be that I was seduced by the devil."
Seeing Long Yuehong's expression change slightly, Jiang Baimian added:
"It may also be for other reasons that you entered the seventh layer.
"In short, the body just now should be a monk, and it can be preliminarily judged from the fact that he has no hair. The cause of his death seems to have been suffocation."
As for how he suffocated, Jiang Baimian couldn't draw a conclusion just by looking at it from a long distance.
No matter what, Long Yuehong is only happy about this:
"Fortunately, we didn't believe the knocker and recklessly sneaked into the seventh floor, otherwise, we would be the ones who were loaded into the crate and carried down."
"In that case, I would like to apply for a song." Shang Jianyao imagined the scene described by Long Yuehong.
Unfortunately, no one asked him which song he wanted to match.
Jiang Baimian skipped his speech and responded directly to Long Yuehong:
"The one who killed the monk, and even said that he was luring him up, is unlikely to be the knocker."
"Uh......" Long Yuehong couldn't turn a corner for a while.
Bai Chen pursed his lips:
"Indeed, if the knocker wants us to go to the seventh floor, we should restrain ourselves a little in the next two days and not cause any more strange deaths, so as not to be bumped into by us and completely dismiss the idea."
"Yes......" Long Yuehong nodded slowly.
Shang Jianyao helped to add with a serious face:
"According to the presence of a 'Buddha's body' and a demon above, who is the knocker and who is the one who killed the monk just now?"
Long Yuehong almost blurted out, "Of course the devil is knocking on the door and seducing us", but after thinking about it, isn't this saying that the "Buddha's body" caused the monks who entered the seventh floor to die strangely, and made the "old tune group" happen to meet to deter them?
In this way, who is the Buddha and who is the demon?
"If the 'Buddha's Body' hinted at us to go up by knocking on the door, then it would be the devil who killed the monk who stopped us just now." Jiang Baimian was thinking about this question just now, "But if the 'Buddha's Body' wants to see us, wouldn't it be enough to go directly through the 'Enlightened One' guarding the seventh floor? It's easy, convenient, and fast! Could it be that he sees our purpose so that even the enlightened people of the 'Crystal Consciousness Sect' can't know it?"
"It may be that the situation on the seventh floor is more complicated than we think, and the 'Buddha's response' may have nothing to do with knocking on the door or killing people, but just trying to suppress it and maintain balance." Bai Chen expressed his thoughts.
"Yes, yes, maybe he also split into nine, ninety, eighty-one, some want to trap us, some want to borrow our hands to do something, some want to stop all this, some are in the middle to reconcile, and some are knocking on the wooden fish next to him to chant the sutra......" Shang Jian Yaoyue said more and more excited.
Although Jiang Baimian thinks this sounds absurd and crazy, considering the cost of the "Bodhi" field, there are similar choices, and he thinks that Shang Jianyao's statement may be the truth.
She exhaled and said:
"Associated with this level of existence is often equal to danger.
"It's better if we don't do well."
Long Yuehong couldn't wait to raise her hands and feet in approval, and Bai Chen also felt that this was the most rational choice.
Shang Jianyao glanced at "Garibaldi" who had fallen asleep again, sighed and said:
"If that's the case, I would like to ask him how to accommodate myself."
The Awakened Ones of the same price and at a higher level are not so easy to encounter.
However, everything is Shang Jianyao's speculation and may not be true.
In the evening, Jiang Baimian used the radio transceiver again to roughly describe the experience of the past two days.
In order not to be noticed by Zenaga and other monks, she did not mention the five holy places, and had previously told Shang Jianyao and others not to think about similar things again, planning to wait until they returned to the company before applying to go to the ruins of the steel factory to see what secrets this holy place hid.
Just as the telegram was about to be sent, the sound of cats meowing was heard in some streets around the Sikaro Temple.
"Whoa", "whoa", "whoa"!
This is a little miserable, as if he is enduring some kind of pain.
Suddenly, several places had different but equally mournful cat meows, one after another, complementing each other.
"Are cats in heat this season......" Bai Chen looked out the window and whispered to himself.
"It's not the hottest time yet." Jiang Baimian finished his work and raised his head.
Bai Chen nodded:
"That is, there can be live cats in the Red Giant Wolf Area, and there will be no live cats in the Green Olive Area at all, uh, except for those with special abilities."
Many people in the green olive area can't get enough to eat every day, and they try to gnaw two bites when they see rats.
As soon as Bai Chen finished speaking, Shang Jianyao had already rushed to the window, faced outside, and opened his mouth:
"Meow!"
"......" Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen were both surprised and not surprised by this.
This is not the first time Shang Jianyao has done something similar.
When the group first arrived on the surface last year, he used "whoo" to "chorus" with distant howls.
Jiang Baimian waited for the company's confirmation to call back, while looking at Shang Jianyao, wanting him to calm down.
At this moment, she saw Shang Jianyao take out a blue and white loudspeaker.
Megaphone......
Jiang Baimian's eyes straightened a little, and Shang Jianyao brought the loudspeaker to his mouth:
"Meow!"
This cat meow echoed far away, causing the spring cats to stop screaming.
"Whoa!" Shang Jianyao changed his name again, and his voice shook the sky.
Those with equipment are different.
In the next second, Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian and others heard the voice of Zenaga in their hearts:
"Please be quiet, don't disturb others at night."
"Indeed, this is rude." When Shang saw that Yao was wrong, he admitted it and said, "I'm sorry."
He stuffed the blue and white megaphone back into his tactical backpack.
Finally quiet...... Long Yuehong breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
So until it was time to go to bed, Jiang Baimian looked at Shang Jianyao lying on the bed and suddenly asked:
"Will it be effective?"
"It's difficult." Shang Jianyao sighed.
Oh? Long Yuehong, who was in charge of the night watch, looked dazed.
After more than ten seconds, he vaguely understood what the team leader was asking, and understood that Shang Jianyao was not simply having a seizure before.
He may probably want to use an unstoppable momentary brain twitch to attract the attention of the sleeping cat or the nightmare horse.
No, I can't think about it anymore, otherwise Master Zenaga will hear it...... Long Yuehong quickly shifted her attention to what would be for breakfast tomorrow.
Hey, there's nothing to think about, it's either oatmeal with bread or oatmeal with toast.
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Golden Apple District, 22 Buni Street, the home of the reformist leader Gaius.
As the senator's son-in-law, Sheriff Wall visited again.
He entered the study, looked at his father-in-law's hooked nose, and sat across from the desk.
In fact, Wall didn't understand too well why his father-in-law, as the commander of the Eastern Legion, did not return to the army after coming to the original city to attend the Senate meeting and convene a citizens' meeting.
"Tell me, what's the new information?" Gaius leaned back slightly relaxed and leaned back on the back of his chair.
Wall did not hide it:
"I learned from an informant named Lao K that the team that contacted Marcus and stole some secrets before came from 'Pangu Creatures'."
"'Pangea'......" Gaius repeated, with a slight relief, "no wonder they are interested in the affairs of the North Anheford area, which is indeed their focus, not an illusion."
Wall was confused.
…………
In the early morning, the sky was just bright.
The "Old Tune Group" heard a knock on the door.
"Breakfast is here." Although Long Yuehong disliked that there were only a few breakfasts at Sikaro Temple, he could accept it even if he repeated the same food every day when he was hungry.
He walked over and opened the door.
Outside was not the young monk they were familiar with, but a gray-robed monk who looked rather silent.
This monk is also a Honghe person, with deeper facial features and turquoise eyes.
Similar to Zenaga, he is also very thin, but not yet close to losing his shape.
"Several benefactors, the new chief please come over." The gray-robed monk held his palm on his chest and bowed.
"Why?" Shang Jianyao asked first.
The gray-robed monk replied slowly:
"About the strange sounds you have heard these past few nights."
Do you want to give an explanation or deal with it? Jiang Baimian nodded gently while turning his thoughts.
She did not refuse the gray-robed monk.
As "prisoners", they are not qualified to refuse.
Following the gray-robed monk, the four members of the "Old Tune Group" left the room and walked all the way to the staircase.
The gray-robed monk looked back at Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian and others, and stepped on the upward stairs, as if he was following me.
This is going to the seventh floor...... Jiang Baimian nodded invisibly.
Seventh floor! Her pupils suddenly dilated, and her outstretched feet froze in mid-air.
PS: Recommend a new book with rigorous stories, self-consistent logic, and amazing brains: "Messing around is a disease"
If life could be done all over again, how do you plan to live it?
How would we live if everyone could do it all over again?
If we all do it every day, do we still have a life?
(End of this chapter)