Daya saw me staring at him, and soon I was a little furious, anxious and helpless, not knowing why I looked at him like this, but I reacted in an instant, and waved my hands at me: "Long, don't mess with me, even if I beat me to death, I won't go in. It's okay to die. It's so fucking frustrating. I can't keep the bones in the tank and the people trapped here like us, but they jumped down and died inside. I told you that the water there must be not a good thing. When you smell the smell, you know it's extremely corrosive. Not to mention a living person, even if you throw down some bricks and tiles, it's probably not much better."

Daya is not talking nonsense. I also know that it will be dangerous to go on like this. It will last forever. Perhaps it is really like Daya said that the broken bones and rotten flesh in the jar are the corpses of people who were in trouble before. I guess they saw the pictures on the jar like we did, and they rashly entered the jar, and they all died.

But this mouth cylinder must be the key to solving the problem. Assuming that this mouth cylinder has nothing to do with this room, it is not a good idea to design such an exquisite and hidden mechanism for the mouth cylinder. This is purely a fart when taking off your pants, and it is a waste of time.

Daya looked at the jar again, and kept saying "tsk" and then he suggested that he work together to smash the jar. After smashing it, the truth will be revealed to see what is strange inside.

I didn't even look at the big teeth and curled my lips: "Smash? Don't say I underestimate you, this tank will not be able to hit you even if it knocks away your bones. I've seen it a long time ago. With my years of experience in designing, the hardness of this game is probably not inferior to that of today's reinforced concrete. Why don't you try it?"

After hearing what I said, Daya was really dissatisfied. She touched everywhere and couldn't find any suitable guy. She had to pick up the bench next to me and signaled me to stay away. I looked at Daya, saw that he was posing, and didn't say anything. She got up and took a few steps back. I was not afraid that the jar would be smashed and the things inside were broken, but I was afraid that Daya might be able to pat me there on the bench, which would be a problem.

After retreating, I could be about two meters long, I made a gesture to Daya, indicating that he could open and smash it.

After taking three or four steps, Daya tightened his belt, slammed his horse, swung his arms round, and shouted loudly. The bench in his hand flew out with the sound of wind hanging on the stool, and with a "pop" it hit the water tank, making a metal buzzing sound.

As expected, the water tank had not moved at all, and the bench was almost dismembered. Big teeth touched the back of the head and smiled embarrassedly: "Mom, it seems to be really strong, and practice has indeed come true."

The jar was hard, and the big teeth were swinging hard, and there was no trace left on it. This time, Daya was relieved, lit a cigarette, squatted on the ground, staring at the jar without saying a word.

I looked at the time and had been tossing here for nearly an hour. Now I could clearly feel the air in the room. I was a little turbid, and I felt a little tight when I was breathing. The whole chest cavity was a little hot. It seemed that it would take less than half an hour, and we would probably have to die of suffocation. Thinking of this, the desire to survive was unprecedentedly strong. The only possible variable is the jar at the corner of the room. Looking at the picture on the jar, the expression on the person on the drawing seemed increasingly strange. No matter where the angle looked, it seemed like staring at you, smiling coldly, a smile that made you contemptuous to your bones.

I felt like the sky was spinning, and my eyes were a little bit like a needle prick. Everything in front of me became like a world in a mirror. This world seemed to be getting farther and farther away from me. This strange change surprised me, and suddenly I felt something was wrong. I shook my head and looked away from the picture. This feeling suddenly disappeared.

I touched the edge of the tank with my hands curiously and fumbled back and forth carefully, but it seemed nothing special, and the feeling I just now never happened again.

I stared at the water tank, gritted my teeth, held the tank with both hands and held it hard, and jumped on the tank with a "swoosh".

Suddenly, the big teeth smoking beside him were scared, and the cigarette butt in his hand fell to the ground. He couldn't help but exclaim: "Oh my god, come on, Liang, if you want to open it, don't die if you want to die..."

I heard him yelling around, I was both angry and angry. Just as I wanted him to shut up and stop talking nonsense, I felt a little moved under my butt.

At this moment, I was so scared that I was frightened. My soul flew out of the sky, and my hair was standing up one by one, and I immediately broke out in cold sweat. I said it was a while ago, and I kicked my feet back and wanted to jump down, but my body was a little less coordinated. I fell off the tank with a "splash". Without thinking, I even rolled up and crawled up from the ground.

Daya was confused by my series of actions, which made the monk inconspicuous and stared at me blankly, with his mouth wide open and he didn't make a sound for a long time. He was stunned for about half a minute before he looked confused and asked stammeringly: "Come on, come on, where is this? The movements are so cool, ok, flowing, floating, elegant and unrestrained."

I also woke up from the fear and shock I had just now. I didn't have time to pay attention to what Daya was saying, and pointed at the jar: "Daya, I just sat on it and felt something touching my butt."

When Daya heard me say this, he was dumbfounded. He pointed at the jar and pointed at me again. He opened his mouth so hard that he didn't believe what I said. He turned behind me and looked: "No way, touch your butt? What kind of thing has such a habit? You are not surprised by yourself, right?"

I carefully recalled the creepy feeling I had just now, shook my head, and told Daya that the feeling just now was definitely not an illusion, and something must have touched my butt.

Daya looked at the jar and scratched her head, but she still didn't believe it. But seeing that I was so sure, I plucked up the courage to walk forward. It was only a few meters away, but I felt like I had been walking for a long time. I finally walked to the jar. Daya stretched her neck and looked into the jar. After a long time, I didn't see any movement.

"Luan Liang, there's nothing, come and take a look." Dayatou didn't look back and called me over.

I adjusted my mood, walked a few steps to the front, and looked into the jar like big teeth. Sure enough, the soup with bones soaked in the jar was still half as thick as the jar, and there was nothing but this one.

Seeing this, I was also a little confused. Could it be that the hallucination just now was really caused by too nervousness? But the various feelings just now were so real, and it didn't seem like an illusion made out of thin air. I reached out and touched the edge of the tank, but there was no change. I frowned and couldn't figure it out.

Big Ya snorted in her mouth: "Light, don't be surprised next time, someone will touch your butt? Is your butt smell good? I don't believe that a broken jar can still grow a hand? Let me try it." As she said that, she stretched hard like I did just now and sat on the edge of the jar.

I could only shake my head helplessly and say nothing.

Big teeth sat on the edge of the tank, and kept saying sarcastic words in his mouth. When the smile on his face had not yet dissipated, it suddenly frozen. His expression was stunned for only three or five seconds. Big teeth jumped off the tank with a "whirlwind" look like a bell, looking at me with an incredible expression, and said in horror: "Come on, come on, bright on it, it seems, there is really something, touch me."

Seeing Daya was the same as what I felt just now, I immediately became determined, that is, the mouth-cup was indeed strange, and the feeling just now was not my hallucination. I was not in the mood to laugh at him now. I looked at Daya and stared at the mouth-cup for a long time, but there was still nothing unusual. I didn’t see any fluffy arms or dry bone racks stretched out from the tank. The tank was very calm, as if nothing had happened, without any ripples.

Could it be that the only hand sitting on the tank will come out? Now there is really no other way. I didn't think about it. I supported my hands, stood up and sprung, and sat on the tank again. Sure enough, within twenty seconds, I felt my butt move again. I suppressed the fear in my heart, and my body didn't move. I quickly signaled Big Teeth to take a closer look, was there any change?

Big teeth held their breath, stretched their necks, looked carefully in the candlelight, then shook their heads at me, indicating that they could not see anything.

I was also a little frightened. When I was about to jump down, I suddenly felt the movement under my butt became louder. With a "crunch", the "crack" sound was endless. This time I could clearly feel that the water tank under my butt was slowly turning, and my body also turned with the mouth. This sudden change scared me very much. I jumped down "swoosh", pulled my big teeth, and lay on the ground.

Daya and I lay on the ground and didn't dare to move. We stared at the slowly rotating cylinder in front of us. The cylinder was not rotating fast. It took several minutes to rotate before it stopped with a "cuckoo". The surface with the pattern on the cylinder turned back and returned to its original appearance. Daya and I looked at each other for a while, and were a little puzzled. Finally, we discovered the secret that the cylinder could rotate, which exposed the back of the cylinder, and now it turned back automatically, which was equivalent to a waste of time.

Just when I was staring at Daya and big eyes and couldn't think of it, I saw that the position in the middle of the north wall of the house suddenly moved, and then with a "squeak", a stone door appeared out of thin air on the wall. The middle of the stone door was a shaft. Just like the current revolving door, it had turned out to an angle, and a cold wind gushed into the house from outside, and the temperature of the whole house suddenly felt that it had dropped several degrees.
Chapter completed!