Chapter 655

When Young Master Zhao heard there were two pull rings, he immediately wanted to go to the room where Jingkou was stored to confirm the situation.

Shen Qiong believed that if she didn't stop this brain-dead fool, he might just pull that thing directly, and at that point all their previous efforts would truly be wasted.

Thinking of this, Shen Qiong said: "Isn't the information sent back clear enough? Mr. Zhang said cooperation is needed, and besides, it's not certain this person is you. Everything must follow the team leader."

Young Master Zhao refused to accept it at this point, saying heatedly: "Besides me, who else could it be? Look at the people above us. Since those below can't get up here, only I can use it."

Shen Qiong gave a cold smile and said: "Picking the tallest among the short, is that it? But don't worry, it might pick you, but it could also abandon everything you've got—depends on how you choose."

"If you go into that room now and rashly pull the ring, ultimately causing failure, do you think you can bear the responsibility?"

"Young Master Zhao, use your brain and think it through properly. Even if the officials don't come after you, the netizens' spittle alone could drown you."

When they saw Shen Qiong's kick, actually everyone in the livestream room also let out a collective sigh of relief.

If the person charging over at this moment were even Wang Kaixuan, they wouldn't have worried at all.

Because Wang Kaixuan only speaks brashly and can't keep up with the logic, but that doesn't mean he has no brains at all.

At the critical moment he still knows what matters more, so he definitely wouldn't make that kind of brain-dead choice.

But Young Master Zhao is different. Shen Qiong guessed exactly right—Young Master Zhao very likely has that kind of childish mentality.

When the time comes he'll just pull the ring directly. Even though Zhang Lin has already made things so clear, he might still act without fear, just like when he took Zhang Lin's Luo Pan.

Make one mistake, two mistakes, and then keep making mistakes.

Having someone like this around is like a ticking time bomb on the archaeological team—you never know when it'll go off.

So this rein must be firmly held!

After hearing Shen Qiong say this, Young Master Zhao's eyes flickered as if he had figured something out.

He gave a cold snort and said nothing more.

For now they could only continue waiting for news from the officials at the New Moon Restaurant.

And Shen Qiong, clutching the walkie-talkie in her hand, fell into deep thought. Setting aside her own identity, she was actually also very curious about how Yang Lu would arrange things afterward.

After all, Zhang Lin has already made things so clear. Even though she had said that earlier, she also admitted Young Master Zhao's line of thinking wasn't entirely wrong.

There really weren't any usable people up top. Yang Lu should understand—she could be responsible for one ring, but only one of them.

Following the logic of progressive layers, the second mechanism's trigger must be harder than the first.

The first only needed to maintain balance—sustaining it on the basis of force was enough.

Moreover, Zhang Lin didn't say anything, and no one raised an objection either. That means some people might think tying these two rings together could possibly solve this trouble.

But the reason Zhang Lin couldn't be bothered to explain is that the brilliance of this mechanism's design lies in the fact that unless you drive a stake into the ground on site, and without heavy machinery on this ground, you absolutely couldn't drive it in.

Then tie the rings to the two stakes—otherwise you won't find any support point at all.

Zhang Lin felt that as long as he mentioned the issue of balance, everyone should have figured it out, but no one expected an accident to occur in the end.

The reason for this was precisely this Young Master Zhao who thinks with his backside.

Even in the current situation he still uses that smug, self-satisfied attitude to think about problems.

Inside the New Moon Restaurant, Zhang Lin didn't say anything—wait until the first mechanism was opened before discussing the prison cell and such.

Because he knew the coordination between the two required precise timing. If he explained at that moment and the timing gap couldn't be bridged, it would be troublesome.

So in the current situation, all thoughts of playing coy must be abandoned.

Then Zhang Lin said: "These two rings control all the cages below. Once both are pulled to the same position on the basis of balance, the cages will rise."

"At this point it depends on the second person. Inside the prison cell, on the floor, there's a second layer of Bagua mechanism—completely different from the previous one."

Suddenly, someone raised a hand and said directly: "Mr. Zhang, although I really don't want to interrupt you, I still have a question I want to ask."

Zhang Lin made a "please go ahead" gesture. Since the operation hadn't started yet, he let everyone ask their questions freely.

Some questions might even indirectly help the Second Archaeological Team, after all some simple things had long been overlooked by Zhang Lin.

"Earlier these eight cages could actually rotate, which means they're connected underground. Pull the two rings and they'll rise into the sky. Such machinery, if placed in the present day, I wouldn't find it strange."

"But did the Prince of Gumo really possess such advanced craftsmanship back then?"

Zhang Lin smiled calmly and said: "It all comes back to that saying—never underestimate the wisdom of the ancients. Such a mechanism, in the present day, you might think of as electronic linkage."

"But in ancient tombs, relying on gears it can be completely achieved. It's like ancient woodworking—can you imagine a house, or even a larger building, where you can't find any metal connections, relying solely on mortise-and-tenon joints? When you get back, you can look it up online."

On this question, Zhang Lin only said this much.

Actually, if he wanted to explain in detail the specific movable architecture of this mechanism, Zhang Lin could do it too.

But he believed not that many people would enjoy listening.

"After the cages are hauled up, what comes next becomes a game of checkers, testing the agility of the next person."

After speaking, Zhang Lin picked up the original piece of paper again and drew a square on it.

Then he drew sixty-four vertical lines at the horizontal and vertical positions respectively.

Pointing at the chessboard-like thing he had drawn, Zhang Lin said: "This is the floor framework inside the prison cell. After the cages rise, the next step is to step on these floor tiles in order."

Order? Order again?

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