Alien Knights

Throwing a piece of burning wood into the secret passage, Todd, who had just escaped from death, opened the underground door with an iron ring. After confirming that there was enough oxygen in the cellar, he stepped on the wooden steps to the bottom.

After lighting the torch soaked in oilcloth on the wall, Todd first looked around.

The cellar is not big, five meters square. The stone walls on all sides were plastered and simply reinforced with wood, and original ventilation ducts were set on the top wall. In such a hard limestone layer underground, such a large space has been dug out, and such a careful arrangement has been made. It is obvious that the person who dug here must have spent a lot of effort.

But the things stored in the cellar disappointed Todd a little.

Cabbage, carrots, lettuce, chickpeas, garlic and a bag of wheat flour.

After rummaging through the vegetables, he found nothing, and turned his attention to the remaining bag of wheat flour.

Such a labor-intensive project should not be simply to store a bunch of vegetables, otherwise it would not be directly killed after being discovered.

After struggling to unseal the cloth bag, he reached in with both hands, and Todd touched a hard object. Grasping the corners with both hands, he lifted it up a few times vigorously, but the object buried in the wheat flour did not move at all.

This thing is really heavy.

Lay the bag down, and take out the wheat flour in the bag with your hands. The things inside finally revealed their true contents, a small wooden box forty centimeters long and twenty centimeters wide. After wiping off the remaining wheat flour on the wooden box, a tiny keyhole appeared in front of his eyes.

Todd, who looked at the keyhole in a daze, sat cross-legged and thought about it for a while, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

Climb up the wooden steps to the ground of the hut again.

Todd gritted his teeth and looked at the two corpses on the ground. The dead man's desperately struggling and painfully distorted expression made him shudder.

However, the key to the wooden box is most likely on them.

He had done such things as touching or even dissecting corpses in his previous life, but that was purely academic research work. Now he wanted to extend his hands to the humans he indirectly killed, and he still felt a little conflicted in his heart.

After a psychological battle, Todd's curiosity finally got the upper hand.

Stretching his hands as far as possible, and throwing his head back, he groped for a long time on the victim's body. He finally found a key chain on the waist of the hunchbacked man.

Returning to the cellar, following the light of the torch, he turned over the keys one by one, and finally saw one that was about the size of a keyhole.

Todd lightly inserted the key into the lock, and turned it clockwise, only to hear a light click in the lock, and the lock opened.

Looking inside, he finally understood why the wooden box was so heavy.

It turned out that there were not only sandbags for cushioning, but also a cylindrical black box made of lead blocks. The box was divided into upper and lower parts, which were tightly fitted together without any keyholes. Only sixteen copper six-sided rollers were installed on the front. Each side of the roller has a letter, and the sixteen rollers are different.

"C, r, h, d are these English letters? There are also English letters in this world?...Look at this arrangement...Anagram lock?"

In his previous life, Todd had seen similar objects in museums. There was a letter on each side of each roller, and it could only be opened by rolling to the correct position to form a password.

This kind of letter lock looks extremely complicated in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is actually regular.

For example, E, T, I, O, A, and N are the most commonly used letters, with the highest frequency of occurrence; the splicing of syllables and the composition of vowels and consonants are also traceable.

But there is a premise that the answer to unlocking cannot be a meaningless combination of letters.

In the previous life, the soul called Xia Shang was often immersed in academic research and forgot about time. When it comes to Todd, this characteristic has been vividly reflected.

Unknowingly, the four sides of the stone walls have been filled with the arrangement and combination of letters in charcoal, and Todd has basically confirmed several characteristics of the answer: 1. The answer is a sentence, or a combination of words; 2. Judging from the letters and arrangement, the text of the answer belongs to Latin.

"casc...no, nascen...sixteen letters, this arrangement is so familiar..." A sentence popped up in Todd's mind: "'Nascentes_morimur'...'Live to death', a Latin proverb, but what does it mean to mark this sentence here?"

Having adjusted the rollers to the correct position, the top half of the solid lead shifted a few millimeters, opening a thin slit.

Using both hands to move the upper part, a ten centimeter long shiny brass tube with the thickness of a thumb appeared in front of him.

Breaking through layers of obstacles, Todd carefully took out the "final result".

Take it to the light and examine it carefully. The copper pipe is very light and has almost no weight. The material of the cylinder should be polished by hand, and the workmanship is extremely fine. Under the light of the fire, a faint relief can be seen faintly.

"Once a person meets the lowest level of survival, curiosity will become the most terrifying thing in the world. 』

This kind of curiosity can even make the soul in this body ignore the safety rules that were often chanted in the scientific research work of the previous life.

The first and most critical one: no matter under any circumstances, treat all unknown things with a cautious and conservative attitude.

With a click, the cap above the copper pipe was twisted off, and Todd looked inside the copper pipe.

A burst of gray-white smoke was released from inside, hitting his unprotected eyes.

"Ah! Ah!!!"

The burning sensation like a flame "burned" from the cornea of ​​the eyeball into the brain along the optic nerve.

Throwing away the copper pipe in his hand, Todd covered his eyes and wiped vigorously, but it could not relieve the burning pain in his head at all. It felt like putting the whole head into a furnace with a temperature of thousands of degrees, and after it was burned, it was placed on an anvil and hit repeatedly with a giant hammer.

He slammed his head against the stone wall forcefully, his forehead was cracked one after another, blood dripped down his cheeks, but it could not relieve the pain in his head at all.

His hands kept groping on the ground, but his body was tripped by sundries. Todd's hands grabbed forward indiscriminately, accidentally caught a few garlic, crushed them subconsciously, and rubbed his eyes.

The sour and hot pain brought by the garlic juice brought a new source of pain to his eyes, but it diluted the pain in his brain.

In order to relieve the severe pain in his head, Todd groped for more garlic from the ground, crushed the garlic cloves, the garlic juice dripped into his eyes, and stuffed the garlic paste into his mouth.

I don't know how long this kind of action lasted. He lost consciousness with his whole body on fire, lay down on the ground and closed his eyes.

When Todd woke up again, there was darkness in front of his eyes, and he lost all mobility in his body, and felt in a daze that someone was moving his hands and feet.

She moved her lips with the last of her strength.

"who?"

A deep voice said to him.

"Little guy, my name is Hudgens."