Daomu Biji: Restart

Book 4: Chapter 7: Riddle 2

We were all sitting there, waiting to see how things would develop, but the Black Glasses on the satellite phone just laughed and laughed. After laughing for a few minutes, he hung up.

There was silence all around.

As we all looked at each other, Fatty asked me, "So that wasnt Black Glasses? But I was listening. It had to be him."

I was familiar with Black Glasses, so I had a sense of his typical vocabulary and the rhythm of his speech. The person on the phone had to be Black Glasses, but why did Poker-Face question him? And why did he hang up?

I asked Poker-Face what was going, but Poker-Face just looked at the black gap and said, "It's not him."

"This is there any basis for this?" Although I absolutely believed in Poker-Face, I also believed in my own senses.

Poker-Face looked at me. "He was talking, but the one talking wasnt him."

Fatty and I both frowned and looked at each other. Both of our brows were scrunched up as we tried hard to understand what he was talking about. "Has Little Brother been learning rap recently?" Fatty whispered.

I thought about it. Poker-Face and Black Glasses had done a lot of things together, so if he thought that this Black Glasses was a fake, then I should believe it. He said that Black Glasses was talking, but the one talking wasn't him. This was actually very accurate; there was only one meaning in Chinese.

"You mean, he was being controlled by something?" I bit my lip. When Shen Qianjue was talking to us before, I also felt the same way. It was almost like she was being controlled by some kind of power.

I had a strong feeling that if I died here on the grassland, even my soul wouldnt be able to escape.

Was there some kind of power or sentient thing that was leading us here by using other people's voices on the satellite phones?

I raised my head and also looked up at the dragon vein. It looked like an inanimate object, but maybe it actually wasnt?

Maybe anyone who entered it would be swallowed up by it and become a part of it that would be used. But if that was the case, then what state were Shen Qianjue, Black Glasses, and Xiao Hua in?

I dared not think about it anymore.

At this time, Poker-Face suddenly stood up and walked to the area behind us. Fatty and I immediately followed and found him near the pile of corpses in front of the stone temple. He had already started rifling through the corpses backpacks.

The bodies here were all fresh and all belonged to Jin Wantang's team. I honestly didn't expect that they would be reunited here in the end.

Fatty and I exchanged a glance before we also started collecting the items, and it wasnt long before we had collected a hefty pile of dry food and equipment. There were many people among the pile of corpses who had guns, which meant that Fatty really had taken his gun from one of them. I picked out a short submachine gun and prepared thirteen magazines full of bullets while Fatty focused on gathering the detonators and flares.

"So, if this Black Glasses is a fake, then why should we listen to him and collect these things? Fatty asked. Why don't we just leave now?"

I had a very bad feeling, and sure enough, the satellite phone rang again when we were taking our gathered items back to the black spot.

It was Xiao Hua's voice this time, but instead of a real person, it was the broadcast loop we had heard before. But the section being broadcast was the one warning Poker-Face not to enter.

It was full of white noise and the voice was much sharper than before, which gave it the air of a provocation. I was a little startled since the sound was so harsh in the quiet environment.

I turned off the satellite phone and found that my palms had started to sweat. "It's coming," Poker-Face said to me.

What?

I looked up at the gap and found that it had suddenly become very deep. I didnt know why, but I felt a strong desire to enter it.