Chapter 11: Cave 137

  So many iron chains had drilled into that gap, Qin Zhong was somewhat perplexed. He knew his grandfather's notes didn't mention this part and hadn't spoken of fighting against such a rotten corpse scene. It seemed like many things would have to be faced and accepted by himself from now on.

  "Monna, catch these things." A white figure rushed in from the door, holding a cross about one meter high, wearing a string of garlic on his chest, with a red Bible under his arm and a long goatee beard.

  Mona took the thing, looked at it and found it was her own cross. She quickly put on the cross and carefully looked at the person in front of her. No matter how she looked, he didn't seem like her father. She looked left and right but couldn't figure out who he was: "Who are you?"

  "Haha, junior sister, I am your senior brother. I just came out of the church of your father, which is also my master's." The newcomer spoke in a non-standard way, with a stiff accent in Mandarin.

  Qin Zhong took a closer look and felt that this person didn't seem to be dressed like a normal Chinese person, but rather like a Westerner. However, his face was still a Chinese face. He didn't ask any more questions.

  "Brother? I didn't know I had a brother. Besides, we Catholics don't say that."

  "Hehe, you forgot that we used to play together when we were young, and the plum blossoms bloomed on the 21st. The newcomer said with a jump."

  Meng Na seemed to recall something upon hearing this, and she coldly smiled: "Are you Little Beauty?"

  "Remember now, you little brat!"

  This made Qin Zhong very puzzled, how could two titles be like this, neither male nor female, so he didn't bother to respond to them and went to take a look at the explosive big tooth. The scene just now, Big Tooth's style was unprecedented, in the days when Qin Zhong understood Big Tooth, it was almost never seen that Big Tooth was so grand.

  Qin Zhong walked up to Da Ya and stretched out his hand: "Get up, what happened earlier is all over."

  Da Ya sat on the ground, seemingly stunned, unable to accept all that he had done earlier. He hadn't expected, couldn't have imagined, that he would do such a thing. His lips moved up and down, but no words came out.

  Qin Zhong looked at the two kitchen knives in his hands, suddenly stunned, earlier he had clearly left a thick layer of corpse acid on the knife, but now there was no residue at all.

  Just as Qin Zhong was confused, the guy who was called a little beauty walked up to him with ease, looked down at the kitchen knife in Qin Zhong's hand and said: "You just killed the zombies, there are no more zombies left, so of course there is nothing left on your knife."

  "Is it? Hehe, little beauty, this name is quite special." Qin Zhong said.

  Meng Na leaned over from behind Qin Zhong: "We used to call it that when we were kids." Then he floated his eyes towards the big tooth sitting on the ground: "What's wrong with him, wasn't he still pretty cool just now?"

  "It's all right, let this guy sit for a while." After Qin Zhong looked at it, he looked out the door again, and everything seemed to have returned to normal.

  Qin Zhong was perplexed when the little beauty stretched out her hand: "From now on, call me Mark. To put it in chemical equation terms, what we saw earlier were all a special kind of mold produced in our brains. This mold makes people hallucinate. In simpler terms, all ghosts and spirits are toxins produced after death, and when these toxins condense, they form a large amount of toxin that causes us to have this illusion."

  Qin Zhong and the others heard this, which seemed to make sense, but no matter how they thought about it, they couldn't understand. Were all people toxins? Qin Zhong shook his head, he pulled up Da Ya who was already exhausted with one hand, and said to Mark on the other side: "Mark, great, thank you for your help just now, I'm a history major, I don't know what you're talking about with this mold and toxin stuff. All I know is that there really are ghosts in this world, and there are some things that we can't explain."

  Da Ya was still panting heavily in Qin Zhong's ear, but was slapped on the face by Qin Zhong: "Hey, wake up, you were great just now, don't go on and on like that."

  "Haha, this brother seems to be poisoned quite deeply. Why don't I help you draw some blood and take it back for a test?" Mark's words were not few.

  Qin Zhong ignored him and took a closer look at Da Ya, seeming to have calmed down: "Much better now, you were really brave just now."

  "Director, I don't want to kill people, what about those just now?"

  "Never mind, those people from before were not human when you saw them, and even if you killed them, it's not like they would have died anyway." Qin Zhong said, suddenly remembering the iron chains from earlier, which seemed to be heading towards a certain place, and that place happened to be the gap in the wall between the first and second floors.

  He felt very uneasy, there were no so many coincidences in the world. Since the iron chain went in one direction, it proved that there must be a problem there.

  Qin Zhong put away the two kitchen knives in his hand and approached the place where the iron chain had disappeared. On the wall, there was a crack that had been produced due to years of neglect, but looking at the crack, it seemed to have a very regular shape and was very neat. Even if it were broken apart, if connected together, wouldn't it be a door?

  Mona curiously followed behind Qin Zhong, she was also infected by Qin Zhong's actions and merged into the atmosphere of Qin Zhong's contemplation.

  "What are you looking at?"

  No one answered, Qin Zhong used his hand to feel the wall, after a long time he didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, he clasped his arms in front of his chest and supported his chin with one hand: "Hmm, not right, this isn't right, definitely not right."

  "Hey, what are you guys doing?" Mark showed the kind of straightforwardness unique to Westerners, without any of the Chinese reserve and modesty.

  Qin Zhong gently pushed Mark away with his hand and continued to feel around the wall, but still couldn't find anything.

  "This time Meng Na couldn't help but speak up: 'Big brother, what are you doing? The three of us are all here watching.'"

  "Shut up, the curator must have discovered something. All those iron chains just went in there, if we take them out and sell them, won't that be a huge fortune?" Dàyá seemed to have come back to his senses, he leaned in close to Qínzhōng with a big grin: "Curator, you say I'm right, don't you?"

  "Right, you're absolutely right. Give me a few minutes, I think I've remembered something." Qin Zhong thought of a cave written in his notes, one that his grandfather had never discovered or found before. As a history major, Qin Zhong knew that this cave shared similarities with the one his grandfather had mentioned, and what's more, if he connected the cracks on the wall according to his own impression, the shape would be exactly like the cave he knew, or perhaps the one his grandfather was trying to find.

  Qin Zhong found that these wall seams seemed to have some strange features, he inserted the vegetable knife into those wall seams, moved along the movable route, and finally got the result that the outline he drew was the shape of the cave he thought of.

  "That's it, 137 Cave." Qin Zhong was determined to prove his conjecture right or wrong, and he had to dig out whatever was behind the wall.

  Just then, Mark leaned his big face against the wall: "Look, isn't there a switch here?" As he spoke, he pressed that switch, and with a pop, the lights between the stairs lit up, making the outline of the door even clearer.

  Qin Zhong's mouth twitched: "Trouble someone to find a way to tear down this wall completely, there should be another mystery inside."

  But just as Qin Zhong was speaking, he suddenly found that the snow-white wall skin was rapidly sliding down, a low and dull sound, humming, bricks dragging on the ground, rustling, the outer layer of brick wall was pushed open by a mechanical force.

  Qin Zhong carefully looked towards the back of the wall, and found that there was only a dark green iron gate left here. On the iron gate, there seemed to be a few words, Japanese characters he couldn't understand, but the words behind them he could make out, 137 Cave.

  The four people present were all stunned, Qin Zhong was unsure whether he was happy or worried at this moment, he didn't dare to speak, and continued to carefully observe the iron door. After reconfirming that he hadn't misjudged, he reached out his hand towards the handle on the iron door and grasped it tightly.