Chapter 42 of Yunding Tiangong: The Dilemma Escalates

The fat man suddenly said that he had thought of it. We were all surprised, but then we were ready to hear nonsense. We were almost used to the fat man's unreliability . Instead of squeezing him every time, it was better to let him talk nonsense. And sometimes his way of thinking was different from ours, so it didn't hurt to listen to him.

Actually, I wasn't really panicking at the time, because we hadn't really run out of ammunition and food, but with these corpses here, I couldn't help but think of some bad things. In fact, for someone like me, facing this kind of intellectual challenge, I was even a little relieved, which was much easier than facing a few zongzi.

Pan Zi had the same idea as me and didn't take it seriously. He asked Fatty casually, "What? Don't talk nonsense. We don't have time now ."

The fat man came up to us, but said to Pan Zi: "You are fucking discriminating against me. When have I ever been in such a mess? This time, what I thought of is absolutely crucial."

Pan Zi laughed and said, "With your little brain, tell me, what did you think of?"

The fat man was surprisingly serious this time, and said solemnly: "It's not a big deal. I just had a flash of inspiration and thought of the mechanism in the underwater tomb. You know, we thought it was very complicated at that time, but in fact, how simple is it? I wonder if we thought too much this time, and let the mechanism in the underwater tomb have a preconceived idea. When encountering such a thing, we think whether the room will move or not. Maybe the problem here has nothing to do with this tomb. This is just an ordinary tomb."

Pan Zi grinned and said, "Nonsense, if it was normal, why couldn't I get out..."

I saw that the fat man hadn't finished speaking yet, and I knew there was more to come, so I waved to Pan Zi and asked the fat man to continue.

The fat man said, "In fact, the matter is very simple. Think about it, if there is nothing wrong with this corridor and this tomb, but we still can't get out, then what is the problem? It must be with us!"

Pan Zi and I were both stunned for a moment. I said, "Are you saying that the dead loop here is caused by our own problems?"

The fat man nodded and said, "Although we don't know what the problem is, it's almost there. I'm wondering if we were hypnotized by the murals, or if there's some hallucinogenic gas here and we're all poisoned. I know of a kind of mushroom that can cause malfunction of the organs after eating it, and it will keep going in circles, but you won't know it."

Fatty once told me that when he was a child he saw bear traps in the forest using this kind of poisonous mushroom. After being caught by the trap, the bear would keep spinning in circles until it died of exhaustion.

I fell into deep thought for a moment. Pan Zi stopped talking, frowned and began to think about what the fat man said.

Is it our fault? If so, it's a whole different level of difficulty. But after a little thought, it doesn't seem right.

In fact, the fat man's statement is very inspiring. Maybe the facts are very close to what he said, but there is a fatal irrationality, that is, our own feelings. Would a poisoned person be like us? It's not that I haven't been poisoned before. A poisoned person will definitely have a strong discomfort reaction.

As for hypnosis, I have never really believed in it because it is too targeted. It is believable that fat people are easy to hypnotize, but it is really unlikely for Pan Zi and me.

But if we return to the category of strange tricks, it is indeed difficult to come up with anything. In fact, I have conceived about a dozen methods just now, among which two or three architectural structures can fully realize such a layout. However, the requirements of these methods are too high, that is, there must be absolute prerequisites, such as three people must act together, our walking speed must be fixed, etc. Wang Canghai will never design such a trap with a low success rate.

We were all thinking about the problem, and we were all in deep concentration. Fatty saw that we were silent after listening to him, and he didn't know what to do, so he just pretended to think. Later, I didn't know why, but the more I thought, the more sleepy and tired I became, and then I fell asleep.

But I only slept for about three or four hours, and although I was half asleep, I was actually not completely asleep. I was woken up by the voices of Fatty and Pan Zi talking. I woke up and found that they were walking along the tomb passage again. Shun Zi had obviously just run back, panting. Looking at Fatty's face, it was obvious that the result was the same, and there was no progress.

I rubbed my eyes and asked them what they were doing. The fat man said that he had been thinking for a long time but had no idea, so he decided to experiment. They had just asked one person to walk in front with his eyes closed, and another person to watch from behind. The two were connected by a rope to see if the person with his eyes open would suddenly turn around halfway through the walk.

I shuddered as I listened to this. This was an experimental method that would lead to a breakdown. Fortunately, these people were thick-skinned. If I had done this, who knows if the person holding the other end of the rope would still be the same person halfway through the walk.

But in the end, the result was the same. No matter they were blindfolded or closed, they felt that they were walking in a straight line, but they both walked back to the tomb. Because Shunzi was the one with his eyes closed, he walked with great difficulty and his face turned pale.

Several people sat back in their seats, sighing. I asked them to save some energy, but such blind experiments would lead to interruptions in thinking. Then things went back to before I went to bed, and we started another meaningless discussion.

During the discussion, someone would always fall asleep, but fortunately, when one person fell asleep, the others could continue to think. In this way, we proposed and rejected ideas here and there. At the beginning, there were many opinions, but later, several people talked less and less. Six or seven hours passed unknowingly, and our stomachs began to growl again.

Finally, the fat man lit a cigarette, thought for a while, and said to us: "No, it's a waste of time to think of solutions in such a scattered way. Why don't we write down all the possibilities, summarize them into a few, and then verify them directly."

I nodded. In fact, in the end, we were discussing many issues repeatedly, and several of us were in a state of confusion.

The fat man cleared a piece of stone from the ground covered with gold, and wrote down a few numbers: 1, 2, 3, 4, and then said, "Let's think about the several hypotheses we have now. You all need to recall them. Don't be specific, just give a general idea."

Pan Zi said: "The most likely possibility is that there is a mechanism."

Fatty wrote the mechanism at 1. Then Shunzi said, "Your thoughts may have something influencing our feelings, such as psychological suggestion or hypnosis, which makes us walk back unconsciously."

The fat man said to him, "No need to explain in such detail." Then he wrote "illusion" after the 2 and looked at me.

I said, "In theory, it could also be space folding."

"That's impossible. It's too absurd." Pan Zi said.

The fat man said, "No matter what, there is a one in ten thousand chance, we just admit it, we are just making a memo." He wrote it down and wrote space folding after 3. Then he said, "It may be a ghost." He wrote 4, there is a ghost.

"What's the point of writing like this?" Pan Zi asked in confusion.

The fat man said, "You have read a lot of books but don't understand. I have read very little and I have to write down everything. But there is an advantage to this. For example, if you have several things to do at the same time, you can know them in advance and save a lot of time. Don't we only have two days? We still have to save some time. Oh, do you have 5 more? Who has 5 more?"

I looked at these four points, which indeed include all four major disciplines from quantum mechanics to metaphysics to psychology to engineering. The fifth point is really hard to think of for a while. Our discussion just now was actually only about one and two. Three and four are simply impossible.

Seeing that none of us responded, the fat man said, "Okay, let's verify the first and second points first. These two points can be handled together."

"How do you verify it?" I asked curiously.

In fact, we have done most of the tests we could, but because the tomb passage is too long, many of the tests are actually useless.

The fat man suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, I just thought of a good way to prove

It is estimated that it is impossible for one or two to affect us, but there is a way to prove that it is not the case. You can watch it."

I saw the fat man was so proud and confident, and I immediately felt something was wrong. He picked up the rifle on the ground and said to us, "This tomb passage is about 1,000 to 2,000 meters long. The full killing range of the Type 56 is 400 meters, but the bullet can reach 3,000 meters. I will fire a shot here and see what the result will be."

As soon as I heard it, I suddenly had an epiphany and exclaimed in my heart: What a genius!

If it is because of our own sensory problems, then bullets have no feelings. The tomb passage can affect us but cannot affect the bullets. If the situation here can be explained by common sense, then the bullet will inevitably disappear at the end of the tomb passage and will not come back.

The perfect thing about this experiment is the speed of the bullet. The passage is so short that the bullet can completely travel through it within 2.3 seconds. There are no traps or mechanisms in the passage that can take effect in such a short time.

turn 180 degrees in the straight tomb passage .

Simple and beautiful, and very much in line with the scientific spirit. I feel a little ashamed that a college student like me cannot think of this method.

But when he thought about it, only someone like him could come up with this idea. This is the simplest logical thinking.

To determine whether there is an illusion, you need to find something that will not be affected by the illusion. If you want to find something, you need to find it nearby. Once you think about it in three steps, this method will come out immediately. It is not complicated. I suddenly felt that Wang Zanghai might have met an opponent. A person like him who is so deliberate may be afraid of the single-board thinking method of the fat man, and any trick will be simplified.

The fat man did what he said. We followed him. He walked into the tomb passage, pulled the bolt, and wanted to shoot at the tomb passage.

I shouted, "Wait!"

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Don't be like that." I said, "If, I mean if, this place is really that weird, then if you shoot out, you will be shot in almost an instant."

The fat man's face changed. Apparently he just thought that the first and second points were very likely, and he didn't consider whether the third and fourth points might be true. However, he nodded when I told him and moved the gun to the side. The bullet is a parabola, and if the bullet is shot back, it should fall below the muzzle.

We all hid at the door, and before we were mentally prepared, the fat man suddenly opened fire. There was a loud "bang" in the tomb passage, followed by a series of echoes, but almost at the same time, we saw the tomb door shake violently, blowing up a series of dust.

My head buzzed and I thought something was wrong. I quickly leaned out to take a look. The fat man was still stiffly in the shooting posture, but there was a bullet hole on the door about five or six centimeters below his gun, and the smoke from the explosion had not yet dissipated.