Chapter 311 Blood Opens the Door
At this time, under the ridicule of everyone, the armored puppet remained indifferent and his eyes did not change at all.
The scar-faced man looked at the other leaders, they nodded slightly, and silently, a deal was reached.
Then the scar-faced man stretched out his hand and pressed down: "Everyone, be quiet. It is rare for this gentleman to be public-minded. Although we are in trouble, we still have to give others some face. Let's do what this gentleman says, right?"
Everyone made a fuss at first, then became quiet one by one, looking at each other and nodding secretly.
Yes, how could the leader give up such a huge benefit?
We must deal with it first and wait until we get the baby. Although the opponent is powerful, he is pedantic and ridiculous. When the time comes, he can be solved with a little skill.
There is no need to conflict at this time.
After all, the opponent has already shown that he is not afraid of bullets. If everyone is so close and they directly clash, they will definitely suffer big losses.
There are big killer weapons, which should be able to deal with this person, but they are all weapons that can affect tens of meters or even hundreds of meters. If used, no one present can escape.
So everyone clamored: "Okay, just listen to the boss. Since he insists so much, we can't beat him, so we have to admit defeat."
"Yes, the strong is king, we can't beat him, I can only bow my head."
"Just feed the vultures of the Inspectorate!"
They all look very bachelors.
Wen Rensheng observed everyone's expressions from the perspective of the armored puppet.
He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, these guys are all very good at calculating, do they really think that he is a middle school boy?
On the contrary, I have lived longer than most of the people here.
Not to mention that he has a genius mind and an extraordinary appearance... Which of these things can't crush them?
Playing tricks with yourself is really like a frog in a well, sitting in a well and looking at the sky.
I have given them a chance, no matter in terms of morality or process, no one can blame me afterwards.
Even if "the cave is full of blood", it is their own fault, their failure to listen to good advice, and their heinous sins.
With this in mind, Wen Rensheng ordered the armored puppets to sign an agreement with the leaders, and then asked everyone to sign and fingerprint the agreement.
No one objected to No. 70 or 80, so they quickly signed their names and pressed their fingerprints.
Names can be fabricated, but fingerprints cannot be faked.
With this agreement, he can explain it perfectly to the Inspectorate.
After all this tossing, the lake water has begun to drop, and an obvious gravel road is faintly exposed at the bottom of the lake.
Everyone suddenly became excited.
"It's true!" someone shouted in a low voice.
"Lao Xie and the others are black and white, and the information is accurate."
The armored puppet naturally moved out of the way, and everyone immediately started lining up in the same order as before, preparing to file in. .
Half a hundred old men stood at the front, and someone came over and handed him a cane-like instrument.
He used his crutch to explore the lake water, turned around and nodded to everyone: "The water quality has not changed."
Everyone was relieved.
The armor puppet stood aside and watched carefully.
These guys are veterans and very cautious.
As time went by, the water level in the lake became lower and lower, and finally it was on the verge of drying up.
Evening comes, the water comes to light, the mountains are high and the moon is small.
The full moon is faintly visible in the west, but under the red sunset, it looks a bit ominous.
At this moment, a stone portal appeared under the cliff. On the portal were engraved several traditional Chinese characters: "Tibetan Soldier Cave".
When Wen Rensheng saw this, he felt a little puzzled. It seemed that it was not storing ordinary antiques.
In ancient times, Bing had the meaning of "weapon" and "soldier". Which one is it?
While he was thinking about it, the treasure hunters were already approaching, waiting for the stone door to open.
Just after a while, the portal did not open automatically.
"It seems that it took too long and the mechanism failed." The half-hundred-year-old man said this and began to study the stone gate.
The others waited patiently. Although everyone wanted to get in immediately to find the treasure, no one moved.
Everyone knows that the biggest fear in their line of work is lack of patience.
Not long after, half a hundred old men found two dark black stone nests in the secret place under the door.
He thought for a while and poured some water into it, but there was no movement.
Then he picked up a little black spot at the bottom of the stone nest, put it under his nose, smelled it, and looked at it carefully.
"Second brother, come over here and put some blood on it." He said cautiously. A strong man stepped forward, took out a machete, and slashed the belly of his finger, blood dripping down.
Then the stone gate shook slightly, and then returned to calm.
“No!” The face of the half-hundred-year-old man suddenly changed and he turned to shout to everyone.
"What's going on? Mr. Ma?" The scar-faced man walked out of the team and asked.
When everyone signed and pressed fingerprints before, they had already written down each other's names.
"This is a dangerous place. Just open the door, and the pit will be filled with human blood. I have encountered this kind of mechanism before, and people will die every time!" The half-hundred-year-old man shook his head and sighed.
Looking at his face, he seemed to be giving up.
"There are so many of us, and if each of us contributes a little, can't it be filled up? There is no need for dead people." The scar-faced man was surprised at first, and then said indifferently.
Half a hundred old men looked at each other seriously, and the two sides made eye contact, and a tacit understanding gradually emerged.
Well, we are not afraid of the dead. Anyway, there are so many cannon fodders, and getting the treasure is the most important thing.
Seeing this, Wen Rensheng was also shocked.
It seems that the vague foreshadowing given by the mysterious seed has gradually fallen into details.
The cave is full of blood, does it mean that when you come out, you have to fill a certain cave with blood before you can come out?
If he were present in person, of course he would not fall into such an obvious trap.
He will directly call on the power of the Inspectorate to conduct a large-scale excavation and archeology to minimize the risk. Of course, in this case, the mysterious incident will not be completed.
Now that we have an armored puppet, it doesn't matter. The most we can do is trap the puppet and dig it out later...
He is such a smart person.
Then, at the instigation of half a hundred old men and scarred men, everyone took a disposable syringe to take some blood.
In the past, everyone disliked the large number of people, but now they are all happy.
If there are few people, it may not be possible to open the door without injury...
It took a full 2,000 milliliters of blood to fill these two stone nests.
If a person loses 1000 ml of blood, his life will be in danger.
When the blood was filled, the two stone doors immediately opened slowly.
And the blood is also slowly declining.
“I understand why Lao Xie and the others said that the entrance can only last for 2 hours. When everyone enters, no one replenishes the blood. After the blood is exhausted, the door will naturally close. Who can stay 24 hours a day? To replenish the blood for an hour? You must leave it closed and fill it up again when you find enough." The scar-faced man nodded.
"That's the truth. But with so many of us, it is possible to keep the door open. In this case, it will be much safer. You can advance and retreat at any time without any time limit." The strong black woman with a mercenary background raised objections.
“What do you think?” the scar-faced man asked the other leaders.
"There are 78 people now. If only half of them are left and each contributes 800 ml of blood, then we can persist..." The half-hundred-year-old man hesitated and wanted to take out his calculator.
"800*39/2000*2, 31.2 hours." The armored puppet said lightly.
"Well, that's the number. Your Excellency is really good at mental arithmetic." The half-hundred-year-old man lowered his head and calculated with the calculator, feeling solemnly.
This is comprehensive strength. Only the brain is not scary, and only the skill is not scary. The person who combines the two is the most terrifying.
"It's just an elementary school question. Is it enough for you to investigate in just over thirty hours?" the armored puppet asked.
The old man shook his head and said: "It depends on the scale of the place. If it is a small hiding place, it should be enough, but if it is a large one, this time is not enough to walk."
< br>"In this case, for the sake of safety, let's send half of the people to maintain this stone gate first. If it doesn't work, we will do it the old way." The scar-faced man decided directly.
The other leaders had no objections.
A portal that can only be opened regularly by absorbing human blood will tell you at the first glance that it is not a good place, so it is better to keep it safe.
So they divided thirty-nine people and stayed outside. The average number of people in each wave ranges from four to six. In this case, it is fair and there is no need to worry about anyone causing trouble.
The other thirty-nine people were just about to walk through the stone gate.
But before that, the scar-faced man insisted on asking the armored puppet to go first.
This is what he said: "Since you want to ensure that the things inside are intact, if you let us go ahead, it is inevitable that someone will try to hide something. Please scan it first and be sure that someone is hiding something. , can be found out later.”
What you said was righteous, but you didn’t want the other party to be used as cannon fodder?
Everyone laughed secretly.
But the armored puppet didn't care at all and just walked ahead.
After the stone gate, there is a long, dark stone corridor.
Everyone else was behind with flashlights on, but the armored puppet didn't light anything up and just walked forward.
It does not see things with its eyes, but senses the world through mysterious power.
(End of this chapter)