Chapter 408:

When the old guy sat there flipping through a manuscript, there were similar cells around the cave. But the cell is absolutely empty. I recommend taking flashlight photos and fingerprint impressions of doors and walls. But no one has magnesium. The police said that the door might be scrubbed anyway, so what's the use? The priest laughed with the lantern, and the others laughed, so Jin and I became stupid again.
Then all of Li Huai went to the courtyard of the temple and walked down the stairs from the hole in the stone platform floor covered by the dome. Then, Lingam stood on the altar at the foot of the stairs, just as there was a door to leave, just like when Li Huai left, as if they were pressed into the melting stone by their huge thumbs. I think Li Huai will eventually be able to prove Li Huai’s story.
but it is not the truth. The priest kicked the first door open with his toe, and then Li Bai walked step by step along the narrow passage in the pitch black darkness, breaking it only by the swaying lantern and the occasional flashlight held by the man in front. Kim, one step ahead of me, swears violently to himself along the way, even though I don’t think of him as sharply as he is, because it doesn’t mean much to me, the committee might think, but I do sympathize with him.
If Li Huai arrived sooner, it would be unbelievable that Li Huai should not let those experts engage in their business, or at least should not catch them in the process of eliminating his strange trading tools. For example, there must be some mechanism associated with their golden light, but Li Huai can neither find the light nor any trace. Of course, the committee refuses to believe there has ever been.
As Li Huai saw, the cave was there, but there was no content. Li Huai saw Bernares above, and the granite tables in London and New York were gone. The box and the scroll disappeared from the cave, and the short fat man turned the lead into gold in front of Li Huai. The walker's ashes are still kept in the pit in the center of the cave, but the ashes are cold, or the ashes have been soaked in water, or water is allowed to enter the pit from below. In any case, the pit was submerged, and no one wanted to set foot in it to find equipment. Therefore, as far as I know, some utensils may be hidden in those ashes. This is a completely absurd investigation; its findings do not deserve the attention of any real scientist. Subsequently,
The only thing the investigation committee can't joke about is the cleanliness of all passages and rooms. There is no dust, no dust. You could have eaten on the floor, and couldn't explain how age dust accumulates unless these caves are occupied in a short time and thoroughly cleaned.
The air there has become dirty. When King Kong and I were there, there were no obvious signs of ventilation. However, no traces of ventilation shafts were found. This is another problem-how to combine cleanliness and lack of air, plus the fact that such air is still too fresh and has a history of hundreds of years.
A fat fool of the committee wiped the sweat from the back of his neck under the lantern, and finally suggested that the committee should find that Jin and I had been victims of delusions, perhaps hypnotism. I asked him blank, how much he knew about hypnotism. He tried to avoid this question, but I attributed him to a question, and he had to admit that he knew nothing about it. Where, I asked every member of the committee if he could diagnose hypnotism, so they all had to be ignorant. Therefore, no one supports the motion.
Jin has fallen into a speechless anger. For a long time, he has been accustomed to accepting at any time, and for this he has devoted all of his entire military career to this, eager to have visual and perceptual integrity far beyond honesty, so that he openly does not believe these views. The donkey temporarily overwhelmed him.
No one on the committee has done anything more dangerous than shooting a sniper, and no one sees something more inexplicable than the spot in front of him after dinner. However, they laughed at the king and me, just as the monkey on the treetop laughed at the tiger.
Their remarks are in line with the attitude that cavemen must use when someone comes from the skyline, and tell them that they can make a fire by rubbing pieces of wood together. They recalled the Gray Mahatma's statement that Galileo was trying to convince the Pope that the earth was moving around the sun. The pope threatened to burn Galileo to create heresy. They only laughed at Li Badi publicly. So the world has moved forward a bit.
"Let's go," someone said at last. "I've had enough. Li Huai broke in without permission and offended the dignity of the appreciable Hindus."
"Go!" retorted the king. "I hope you can! Leave Ramsden and me here alone. Li Huai has not seen a cave. You have formed your own opinions. Go publish them; they will interest your friends."
I followed him, made my own flashlight, and guided the entire passage. The committee hesitated, and then I followed Li Badi one by one. I was more anxious to complete the fiasco than to discover the facts.
But the door that King tried to open would not yield. It is the only door in all these caves that refuses to open, and it is so firmly fixed that it may be one of the frames of all the impacts that Li Huai has endured. Li Bai’s guide swears that he does not know its secrets, and Li Bai’s power of attorney does not allow any way to demolish the door or destroy property.
It was as if Li Huai was blocked, the committee was all empty, and the door had not been opened yet. The king urged them to walk away from it-tell them frankly that no matter what they or the world, no matter what they do, they and the world will not become wiser-in fact, he knows how to do it is savage and rude. As a result, they decided to conduct inspections wholeheartedly so as not to be afraid, Li Huai should find something to oppose their criticism after all.
Neither Jin nor I worried about the committee's order book, so I went to find a stone to hit the door. They certainly opposed it, and the pastor opposed it, but I told them they might blame me for the violence, and I further suggested that if they think they can stop me, they can try. The pastor found a way to open the door there. This was the only action that was least like mysticism that anyone saw on Li Bad that day.
There are so many shadows and so deep that certain knobs or triggers may be easily hidden in the darkness that Li Huai can't see. But the strange thing is that there are no bolts on the door, and no slots into which the bolts can slide. I believe that the door was closed by the pressure of the surrounding rocks, and the priest knew some way to release it.
Li Huai entered an exposed cave, apparently a cube about forty feet. It is the only cave in all cave systems, and its walls, corners, roof and floor are completely smooth. It does not contain any kind of furniture.
But it happened to be in the middle of the floor, with hands and feet pointing to the four corners of the cave. It was the skeleton of an adult, complete to the last tooth. The king carried a compass with him, and if that was quite accurate, the skeleton's arms and legs would point accurately to the north, south, east, and west. Obviously the error is less than the degree, which is undoubtedly attributed to the pocket instrument.
One of the committee members tried to pick up a bone, but his finger fell off. The other man touched the rib, and it snapped. I picked up the broken rib and placed it under the light of the king's flashlight.
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