The Lost Tomb Vol. 3

Chapter 33: Grave Robbing and Quantum Mechanics

We went back into the tomb chamber and sat down, the atmosphere completely different from how it was before. Everyone's faces were a mix between white and green, and nobody spoke. At that time, seeing the golden light reflecting off of the smokeless stove's flames actually started to make me feel very nauseated.

No one asked any more questions and just sat there looking pensive, but I knew that—like me—their minds were completely blank.

Things were completely out of our control. Even my assumption that this was all due to a mechanism had been disproved just now, leaving us all in an inexplicable state. After such a simple experiment, any scientific theories we came up with were completely invalidated.

This was because there was no human power in the world that could make a bullet turn around like that in just a few seconds.

If we wanted to use science to explain this phenomenon, then our only option would be to delve into the realm of quantum mechanics, but even that might not fully explain it.

"This really is a ghost-hitting-a-wall type situation!" Shunzi said as he glanced at his father's corpse, a very sad and fearful expression appearing on his face.

I knew exactly what he was thinking, because I had already come to the same realization myself—this was why the mummies lying among those treasures all had such desperate looks on their faces. They had tried again and again to escape this place, only to return to the starting point again and again until they ran out of supplies. How could they not fall into despair? Unable to find a clue, they must have lost all hope as they slowly starved to death.

And we were probably next in line. Soon, there would be four more shriveled corpses here, also with the same faces full of despair. I knew that when the next victims who came after us saw our expressions, they would also wonder what we were thinking before we died.

The reason why I didn't panic before or believe that such a situation was possible was because I thought that with my own wisdom, as long as it was an intellectual thing such as a mechanism or a trap, I definitely wouldn't fall for it. But now things were different; the situation we were facing was obviously much stranger than we initially thought.

After about ten minutes of silence, Pan Zi suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, "Should we continue?"

But no one responded. Instead, everyone looked at Fatty.

Of the two remaining hypotheses left on the ground in front of Fatty, the third one was my off-the-cuff idea: space folding.

The reason why I brought it up earlier was because I suddenly remembered how Poker-Face had disappeared from right in front of me for a few seconds when we were in that volcano fissure. I couldn't figure it out at the time, but now that I thought about it, maybe it really did have something to do with space folding. Since the experiment just now gave us a scary, unscientific result, that meant that my mysterious space folding theory suddenly became the most plausible explanation.

If Fatty hadn't insisted on listing these things out, we probably would have forgotten everything after seeing the result of this experiment.

After a long silence, Fatty eventually said, "Well, we all saw it with our own eyes, so let's not waste time talking about it. How can we prove the third one?"

"We don't need to! It's not necessary!" Pan Zi suddenly said.

He always considered problems very thoroughly, and could see straight to the heart of the matter. For example, when Fatty hoped that the original tomb passage would appear just now, Pan Zi immediately denied it completely. This way of thinking stemmed from his experience on the battlefield, which taught him how to solve problems without relying on luck. So, when I suddenly heard him speak up, I immediately worried that he was going to say a lot of things that shouldn't be said aloud.