The white scenery spreads to the sky, and at first glance, it seems like you are in the clouds. During the coldest months of each year, even stones and trees will be covered with a layer of white frost. In this snow-torn wind-torn place, you can vaguely see a small wooden house half buried by snow on a hillside.

In the room, Old Roll sat by the fireplace, wiping the shotgun in his hand. This gun was his most loyal and familiar partner. When he was young, he once raised a hunting dog, but the life of the dog was too short to accompany his master for too many years. His wife also died early, and his son and daughter-in-law were also killed for joining the resistance organization. The only one who could accompany him to the old age was the only one left.

But ironically, because of a hunting a year ago, his right eye became blind, and the gun became a decoration since then. The sharpshooter who closed his left eye to aim for the whole life can only barely hit a target within 20 meters.

Fortunately, Charles has inherited the magical shooting skills of the Roll family. This child has amazing talent and is truly his grandson. The old man often feels complacent in his heart like this, but he rarely praises the gunsmith in person.

There was a sudden knock on the door outside. The old man put down his gun and walked towards the door. He took it for granted that the gunsmith had returned from hunting, because sometimes the boy would not be able to free up his hand to turn the door handle.

In order to resist the wind and snow, a wooden bar was horizontally located behind the door. The old man put it down and opened the door, but saw an unexpected scene.

"Ah sneezing!" John sneezed, as loud as he was about to spit out his lungs.

The gunsmith was awakened by the sound of sneezing. He shook his head, drove the scene from the dream out of his head, then sat up, observed the surrounding environment, and was shocked when his vision gradually became clear.

I and John were in a quadrilateral room. The surrounding walls were all made of metal, with black walls, and a large number of murals and words emitting green light shining out of the wall.

"Where is this?" asked the gunsmith.

John was standing by a wall at this time, staring at the text on it: "I don't know, I haven't woken up for long." He paused for a moment, as if he was about to finish pronunciating the text in front of him: "When I woke up, I thought I was caught by aliens, but after reading some of the text on this wall, I could basically confirm that these are human civilizations."

The gunsmith recalled what he had remembered before he lost consciousness, then reacted immediately and whispered: "By the way! Underground ruins!"

John turned around and asked, "What did you say? The ruins?"

The gunsmith explained the bulge of the ground he had encountered before and the incident of digging to the pyramids underground. He also talked about the principle of the bone gun and its effect after hitting the unknown metal shell.

Before John could digest these, the gunsmith continued, "The river was not very deep, and the possibility of vortex was very small. When I saw it, I was guessing whether something was wrong at the bottom of the river. At that time, I didn't expect it to be the underground ruins. In a short time, all I could imagine was that there was a device at the bottom of the river that was creating vortexes, so I fired the gun..." He stood up: "Now I understand that it must be the ruins that had an impact on the river, and the bone gun penetrated its external metal, and the vortex became larger and we came in."

John was stunned for a few seconds and asked, "It's impossible... If this place is under the riverbed, and as you said, raising from the ground and affecting the river, then where did the water go? Where did the river water, mud, and fragments of the raft flow into us? Besides, this room is only a few dozen cubic meters, and there is really water flowing in. Such a little space will be filled soon. How can it continue to produce vortexes?"

The gunsmith looked up at the top of the room and replied, "The ceiling is complete, there is no trace of being penetrated by the bone gun. This is obviously not where we first came in." He said, "Well... Maybe after we were swept into the ruins with the current flow, we were moved by some force once again before we arrived at the current room."

John spread his hands: "Well, then...is it a mermaid? Or some kind of drainage filtration system specifically for living things?"

The gunsmith laughed at the joke: "Haha...you can keep these two assumptions until we find out the truth."

John turned around and continued to study the murals: "The machete I had just made before disappeared again. Is the things you carry with you still there?"

The gunsmith checked and found that all the personal belongings were there, but the bone gun held in his hand before losing consciousness was gone at this moment: "It's not great. I lost my gun, so it's not easy to make a redo."

John said: "Is there anything else that is useful?"

"Of course there is, the premise is that you can find a machine that can swipe your credit card here." The gunsmith was really helpless, and under this situation, he had never lost his useless wallet.

"I have to say, the situation is not good. Charles, we have no food or water, we are locked up in a place with iron walls on all sides. Even if you can use your superpower to make a hole, we don't know what is opposite the wall. Maybe water will come in, or the outside will be filled with soil from the ground, and we are buried hundreds of meters deep underground." John said.

The gunsmith was optimistic: "Hmph... Since you can come in, you will definitely go out. There must be some mechanism in this place." As he said, he began to grop along the wall: "To be honest, I even doubt whether these are relics. When I dug out the pyramid's spire, I thought it would be a huge building underground. But now, in this room, I can breathe smoothly, the surrounding temperature is also suitable for human survival, and it is very dry, and there is a light source. Maybe this is an underground base of a certain resistance organization, or a secret research institute set up in the jungle."

John continued: "Or the military facilities buried underground tens of millions of years ago, they are waiting to use these things to destroy us one day."

“Isn’t that a movie?”

"Yes, I like that movie, do you know why? Because the protagonist is still alive in the end."

The gunsmith circled around the room for a while: "Did you see anything from those words?"

I thought John would say something irrelevant, but he suddenly said seriously at this moment: "Yes, this is indeed an ancient ruin, belonging to the Olmek civilization."

The gunsmith turned around: "Can you really understand the words on the wall?"

John said: "There is something I want to confess to you that my expedition team is not the kind of team that climbs the mountain and walks through the forest, takes a few photos and brings back some local specialties. We focus more on doing some archaeological work."

The gunsmith shrugged: "Just just say robbing the tomb." He didn't react much on the surface, but was quite surprised in his heart.

The gunsmith suddenly discovered that people could not be trusted easily. Although they had only been in contact with John for less than two days, they saved John's life no matter how they said. They walked along the way to survive, and they could be said to have done their best. They also told me a lot about what they knew. Unexpectedly, John, who was on the verge of collapse, had been hiding his true identity and purpose.

"So... are you here for this Mek?" the gunsmith asked immediately.

John shook his head: "No, this is not our original goal. The Olmec civilization should be in Central America, and I was surprised to see this kind of text in this situation. In fact, I cannot fully interpret these contents. I have only read the papers of a professor at the University of Florida before, which mentioned the relationship between Maya and Olmec.

Putting aside this, even if they had a branch in the depths of the South American jungle, as far as I know, the Olmek civilization existed more than a thousand years BC and is the oldest known civilization on the American continent. All the remains and handmade products found at present indicate that they do not exceed the civilized class that should have in the Stone Age. So, this room we are in..."

The gunsmith took the conversation and said, "You want to say it was made by aliens?"

John said: "I'm just assuming."

The gun smith said: "If your assumption is true, you won't have to be a tomb robber in the future. After you go back, you publish a paper, compiling the story thousands of years ago, and using this theory to explain the achievements of the Mayans in astronomy. I guess if you can get some of the things here as evidence, you will be able to win the Nobel Prize as soon as the paper is published." When he said this, his movements suddenly stopped and then said, "Ahhhhh..."

John heard this and immediately knew that the matter was going to happen. It must be that the gunsmith had triggered some mechanism. He asked hurriedly: "What's wrong?"

Before the gunsmith could answer, the ground under the two of them had already lit up, and the green light swallowed up the entire room...
Chapter completed!