Absurd Deduction Game Chapter 317

Chapter 317 Murals on the Two Doors

The stone carvings are lifelike, but the one or two differences cannot be completely consistent due to material reasons.

On the stone carving, Yu Xing's face showed no signs of being frightened by these horrific things, but showed a bit of disgust, as if he had only helplessness and rejection for the existence of these things.

Judging from this point alone, the character of this statue is quite consistent with Yu Xing.

But because of this, Yu Xing felt a little strange. He felt that the environment on the ground was familiar because the forest above was very similar to the forest in Coffin Village, so he had a premonition that there would be an ancestral hall here.

But Yu Xing had no impression of this underground space at all. He was certain that he had never been here before.

When was the sculpture made?

He stretched out his hand with some confusion, and touched the surface of the sculpture with his pale fingers, but didn't pick up much dust.

And when he was piecing together the stone sculpture just now, his palms were not too dirty, which showed that not only did the sculpture not take long to break, it also didn't take long to build.

Not long ago, someone built a sculpture for Yu Xing here?

Yu Xing felt incredible. Logically speaking, the only people who knew him within the scope of Chongyin Mountain were Carlos, Aili, and Shijiu.

Leaving aside other possible deducers, he couldn't think of anyone who would have the leisure and leisure to build this thing here. The key is that the carving is very good, and it can be seen that someone has artistic skills.

Everyone who might know him should be on the surface now.

…Wrong.

there is a question.

time.

Yu Xing remembered that after coming out of the black coffin, he had no concept of time.

He didn't know how long he had been lying in the black coffin. Maybe it wasn't just a few minutes as he thought, but a day or two?

It is possible that some special mechanism of the black coffin caused him to not feel hungry, so he mistakenly thought that the time was short.

In the past two days, other teams have found the entrance to the tomb palace. Have they been here?

I can't say for sure…

“…” A vague suspicion appeared in Yu Xing's eyebrows. He suppressed all thoughts in his heart and moved his hand to the head of the statue.

The statue has only the head without any obstruction, which is very complete, just like the corpses in the coffins on the stone wall. I don't know what special meaning the head has in the tomb palace.

He held down the stone head that was almost the same size as him, looking at the face that was very similar to his, and gradually tightened his fingers.

The cave was impassable just now, and there was only a broken stone statue at the door that could be moved, so Yu Xing guessed that after putting the stone statue together, he could get a mechanism from the stone statue to open the real path.

If the mechanism really exists, it can only be the head... The hint is already very obvious.

With a movement of his fingers, he turned the head of the stone statue to one side as if breaking his own neck.

Oddly enough, when the stone statue was put together just now, the head was divided into several halves. As a result, when it was turned, there was no sense of stiffness at all, as if it was completely natural.

As the head of the stone statue was "twisted", the sound of mechanical operation came from inside the stone statue. Yu Xing looked at himself with a "broken neck" indifferently and took two steps back.

There was a vibration under his feet, like an earthquake. Yu Xing squatted down slightly to stabilize his body. When the shaking finally stopped, he looked at something nearby that had changed.

　　A stone wall is still a stone wall, a cave is still a cave, at first glance, there seems to be no difference.

But there was a faint light coming from the cave.

Yu Xing raised his eyes, dropped the stone statue that made him uncomfortable, and walked into the cave again.

This time, the cave seemed to be expanded. The surrounding stone walls were pushed back nearly half a meter, and the stalactites were raised, allowing him to walk straight inside.

The light kept changing, and a small light spot flew out from the depths of the hole and landed on Yu Xing's shoulder.

It is a green glowing firefly.

Yu Xing quickened his pace, and when he got inside, the layout inside also changed. Stone statues stood on both sides of the road, and fireflies gathered together to bring clear light.

The cave is illuminated by the bright light, the stone walls are shadowy, water droplets hang on the stalactites, and the shallow water beach at the feet reflects this rare and bizarre light, which is very beautiful.

He turned off the flashlight and looked at the statues.

“Interesting.” Many people were reflected in Yu Xing's pupils.

These statues are carved with many faces he recognizes.

Carlos, Aili, Shijiu, all have statues here. In addition, Yu Xing also accidentally saw the statues of Ling Heng and Gui Xin.

This was unexpected. It turned out that Ling Heng and Gui Xin also participated in this deduction. They were really destined.

But isn't Guixin already dead? Did Ling Heng really find a way to resurrect her? Or... the resurrection of the Tomb Palace is what attracted these two people?

Yu Xing discovered an unexpected "acquaintance" and was a little curious. At the same time, he also saw that all the statues in the cave were similar to his statue at the entrance of the cave. They were all entangled with bone vines and wrapped in insects and birds.

On the faces of these people, some were frightened, some were calm, and some were smiling. Yu Xing looked specifically at Carlos's, and saw that Carlos's statue was holding a paper man in his hand, and there were many people lying at his feet. Shrouded in different ways of dying.

The paper people have experienced all kinds of pain for Carlos, innocent and pitiful.

But even though the paper man has consumed a lot, the Carlos statue still has a smile on its face, just like his unpredictable and unpredictable character.

In the corner, Yu Xing found a sentence that had been carved on the wall for an unknown period of time and was already somewhat blurry.

“If there is gravel in the mouth, cut off its head to find a way to survive. If you make a wrong turn, you will be eaten by hundreds of insects and die.”

Translation: There are broken stone sculptures at the entrance of the cave. The machine must turn around to find a way out. If the transmission is wrong once, there will be many dead tree bugs that will eat the living person who makes the move.

Yu Xing, who had never worried that he would make a mistake in judgment: “…”

He brushed the dust off the line of characters and thought they looked pretty good.

“Since the entrance to the cave is a switch, what do these statues here...mean?” Yu Xing stood in front of the statue and tried to twist the neck of the Carlos statue.

Can't turn.

It seems that only the one at the entrance of the cave can serve as a mechanism.

Yu Xing didn't know where Carlos and the others were now. Maybe they had actually entered the tomb. He pursed his lips and walked deeper.

Just now he came here, and was persuaded to retreat by the narrow corridor that required him to walk on his stomach. Now the road has been completely opened, and he can continue to go inside.

The statues were arranged neatly, Yu Xing remembered everyone's faces, and then left the statue hall.

Further inside, there was another narrow path, with a few deserted fireflies scattered here and there. Yu Xing walked along the path and realized that he was going down.

This road slopes downward, and the amplitude is very small. If you don't have superior sensing capabilities, you may not be able to detect it.

The rock layer gradually became shallower. Yu Xing walked for more than ten minutes, and the ground he stepped on turned into dirt. He knocked along the cave walls on both sides, looking for possible interlayers.

The soil on the ground was soaked with water and turned into mud. Yu Xing's feet became sticky and every step was difficult.

He heard vague whispers mixed in the wind in his ears, and bursts of continuous whispers came from deeper inside the cave. No, at this point, the cave can no longer be called a cave, it is more appropriate to call it a tunnel.

When he finally stopped, a stone door blocked his way.

The stone door is about two meters high. There are mural-like stories engraved on the door. In the center of the door is a ferocious ghost face. The ghost face's eyes are looking at him coldly, and its huge mouth is wide open, like a hungry ghost.

Yu Xing knows nothing about the history of this deduced world, but he is a serious painter and has some knowledge of cultural relics such as murals.

He can easily understand the content of the mural.

On the left half of the door, there is a story about a piece of dead wood.

A long time ago, the young woman wearing a monk's robe in the mural got a piece of dead wood. The woman carefully protected the piece of wood, but everyone around her wanted to **** it.

Gradually, the people around them turned from normal to greedy and sinful. Their bodies gradually became rickety, their heads gradually became flat, and their fingers gradually turned into claws.

These people are driven into evil spirits by the obsession in their hearts.

They came to the woman and asked her to hand over the piece of wood. When the woman refused, she was torn into pieces by these guys who could not be called human beings and thrown off a cliff outside the tribe.

The piece of wood did not fall into the hands of these people in the end. After knowing what happened to the woman, a boy who loved women stole the wood and threw it off the cliff as a memorial to the woman.

Who knows, the woman came to life again at the bottom of the cliff.

Not only did she collect her body, she also regained her consciousness and found a good place to plant the dead wood that happened to fall on her body.

Originally, the state of the dead tree had not changed at all. The woman watered the small tree in vain, and made a wish every day at the bottom of the cliff, hoping that no one outside would find her and the small tree again.

Then one day, a man slipped and fell off a cliff, and his blood flowed into the ground under the dead tree. The tree finally began to take root and grow, and the dead tree miraculously came to life. The woman was very happy. She knew that her resurrection was all because of this. She was saved by a tree, which she considered a god.

Since then, people have jumped off the cliff from time to time. The blood of these people has become the best nutrition for the small tree. Over the years, the dead wood has grown into a towering tree.

The story ends here. It seems unremarkable, not even a ghost story is exciting. But if you think about it seriously, you will find that how many people's blood does it take to grow a small tree into a towering tree?

The woman who was resurrected should be the one later generations called Demon Dao. She has been using the bodies of fallen people to make fertilizer and water her small trees. Is she really in a normal state of mind?

Most of these murals were carved by the Demon Dao himself or the workers hired by the Demon Dao. It is not known how true or false they are. Of course, our own people will do their best to beautify the Demon Dao. Maybe those so-called "falling off the cliff" People are all living beings captured by demons.

Yu Xing thought that the demon was forced to die in a tragic way, and after her death she would definitely be a ferocious ghost. Once resurrected, she would hate humans and be more likely to be ferocious than someone who just stayed under the cliff and planted trees. Probably much larger.

Yu Xing looked to the right again. The story on the right was about the coffin.

As soon as he looked over, he heard a chuckle coming from behind. The laughter was very vague. He could hear it clearly, but he couldn't distinguish the timbre of the voice. It was like the reactor in his brain was malfunctioning and he couldn't respond correctly. .

But Yu Xing knew who the laughter came from.

It can only be the person who has been following him and peeping behind him.

It's like this again, the other person is almost only one body away from him, but every time he wants to pull the person out, the other person will disappear in an instant, like a cloud of smoke.

Yu Xing's eyes flashed and he stopped reacting, focusing on looking at the mural.

The story about the coffin is the follow-up to the story about the dead wood.

The seasons change, and after countless years, the big tree grows up.

Yao Dao is still so young and has not changed at all, but she has a premonition of a crisis. She tells the people who come to follow her admiringly that she must go underground in order to avoid God's punishment.

She chopped down the big tree and made a coffin out of its wood. The coffin was so heavy that no one could move it. Resentment and blood often flowed from it, but the demon said it was her greatest support.

Around this immovable coffin, Yao Dao and his followers built an underground tomb together. This is the origin of Yao Dao's tomb.

Yao Dao lay down in the coffin and fell into a deep sleep.

There were ninety-nine and eighty-one nails nailed into the lid of the coffin, with all kinds of ghosts and evil spirits painted on it. The evil spirit fell asleep and never got up again. Her followers had died one by one. This legend disappeared over time. In the long history.

This is the story on the door on the right.

Yu Xing's eyes were fixed on the pattern of the coffin, and the black coffin in the ancestral hall appeared in his mind. The two were so similar, yet different at the same time.

The coffin shown in the mural is more complex and formal. Just painting it makes people feel cold, which shows that its power is far greater than the black coffin in the ancestral hall.

very strange.

He stroked the ghost face inlaid on the door, and the doubts in his eyes became more and more obvious: "The murals in tombs are usually used for records. Even though they are inevitably biased because they are autobiographies, the original intention is to record them."

“But… who made the record about the coffin on the right?”

As shown above, the demon took the initiative to lie down in the coffin while he was awake. At that time, the tomb palace had been built, and the things that had been built should include this door.

In other words, this door existed before the demon road was buried. How could it have drawn the ending in advance where the demon road has been sleeping, and even painted the followers dying one by one?

After everyone died, who carved the murals?

Yu Xing feels that the right half is not a record, but a prophecy.

Or, something that someone later helped to draw.

Yu Xing lowered his head and looked at his hands. Speaking of which, this painting is the same as the sculpture just now. It has a very strong artistic foundation. If you look closely, you feel that both of them are lifelike. Its brushwork and carving style...are very similar to Yu Xing's.

He was very sure that the person who did these things must be related to him. At least they had to spend a long time together to understand his painting and sculpting habits.

(End of this chapter)

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