The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 384 - 305: Rock Gate (Part 3)

Mike still insists that this is an ancient tomb, believing this to be a burial passage, and the wall paint should be remnants of murals.

Qinghan and I didn’t continue discussing this topic with him, as facts speak louder than words — when the evidence is seen, he will naturally know that his inference is incorrect.

Mike walked with extreme caution, feeling that there would be traps set inside the tomb, whereas Qinghan walked casually, looking relaxed.

Wang Le’s conjecture was spot on, as the tunnel inside was winding and not straight, so he said it’s hard to judge the length of the passage.

If it was a straight tunnel, you could shout and listen for the echo, roughly estimating the distance.

They are all seasoned veterans, and they have such skills, only if the passage has turns, and not just one, then they are powerless.

I think this tunnel seems to have fallen out of some building, because there is a break at the turn, and outside the break is rock, not building debris.

Doctor Du’s earthquake theory stands quite firmly, just not knowing what building would only lose a part during an earthquake, and still be preserved quite well.

Maybe the debris of the building outside the tunnel is larger than we imagined, and the tunnel is just a small protected part wrapped within.

As I walked, I pondered the legend about ’pollution,’ racking my brains for half a day, but couldn’t come up with more information.

I hadn’t thought about this issue before because I wasn’t interested; thinking about it now, if I had been more curious back then, perhaps I would hold firsthand information now.

"Did you see the footprints?" Fifteen minutes later, Mike suddenly spoke.

"I saw them," Qinghan replied.

I blinked, a question mark popping up above my head, looked down at my feet, and indeed, there were footprints.

The tunnel was covered in a thick layer of dust, and besides the footprints left by our shoes, there were many barefoot prints.

"They’ve been here since we entered," Mike said.

"Why didn’t you say anything earlier?" I asked casually. When we came in, I only looked at the walls and ceiling, not paying attention to the ground.

"I don’t know, just a feeling that it shouldn’t be mentioned," Mike’s answer surprised me.

He gave me the impression of being evidence-oriented. Feeling? He never believed in it.

But now he said ’the feeling shouldn’t be mentioned,’ how could I not be surprised?

I suppose he also knows that using this reason to answer my question only makes me more confused.

So he paused and added, "There is a force there that won’t let me speak."

If this were to be made into a horror film, it would certainly send chills down one’s spine — he perceived an unknown force upon entering, only speaking after coming in, and yet that is our retreat, the way back.

Looking at Mike’s expression, it’s clear he is troubled, not knowing how to describe his feeling, for someone who only believes in ’seeing is believing,’ having to say he was controlled by an invisible force, it’s a hurdle for himself.

But he still respects the facts — although the reasoning might sound rather absurd, he did say it truthfully, not choosing to deceive or hide for face or any other reason.

Qinghan didn’t ask me, and indeed, there’s no need to ask me — if I felt something unusual, I would have said it long ago, the fact that I didn’t react indicates I felt nothing.

The pair of male and female corpses we previously encountered walked barefoot, and these footprints prove they once wandered through the tunnel — the footprints are numerous and chaotic, they must have walked back and forth many times.

I managed to leave Little Red above, since before figuring out its specific function, I did not dare to take it on a risky adventure; if it got pricked and lost control, the situation would be hard to handle.

Just as I thought of Little Red, Qinghan looked over and met my gaze.

Now I don’t even need to hear him speak; just by looking at his eyes and expression, I can understand his simple ’thoughts.’

"Barefoot," he said two words without saying anything else. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Indeed, the pair of corpses walked barefoot, and Little Red also walks barefoot. These footprints are hard to say whose they are; maybe the three of them made them together.

Qinghan squatted down, carefully scrutinizing the footprints, then stood up and said, "They’re not hers."

Mike didn’t know what the two of us were doing. After Qinghan finished checking, he said he wanted to confirm whether these footprints were left by the two living corpses.