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But the premise is that he must truly have a katana in his hand, complemented by his tall stature. He certainly exudes an air of dominance. However, what he holds is a glow stick. In his stance, with both hands gripping it like a sword, only about five or six centimeters of the light blue glow stick is visible. No matter how hard I try, I cannot picture it as a katana; instead, I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it. It clearly resembles a toy phallus wrapped in a glow-in-the-dark cover.
I felt no shame for my lewd thoughts. Instead, I burst into laughter. "It seems you really are an expert in Asian archaeology, well-versed in the religious customs of various Asian countries. You've spent quite some time in Bhutan, haven't you? Influenced by their teachings and accepted their revered totems. However, I find it hard to accept, and holding such a ceremony here is inappropriate."
My words came out amidst my uncontrollable laughter. Yet Jack's face turned beet red. He glanced at the glow stick in his hand and spat out a "shi." Then I saw him frantically wave the glow stick a couple of times; if it weren't for the scarcity of light sources, he would have surely thrown it away. Clearly, he acknowledged my vulgar interpretation—it was indeed quite fitting.
It's worth noting that Bhutan is an interesting country with customs surrounding fertility worship, specifically the reverence of male genitalia. Not only are there dedicated rituals, but households also display sculptures of male genitalia as offerings. While we paste door gods during the New Year, they adorn their front doors with two phalluses. Judging by Jack's expression, he was aware of this custom in Bhutan.
"Alright then, what other possibilities do you have in mind?"
Jack's failed attempt at bravado seemed to drain his interest in conversation. He shrugged and glanced over at the Lao people and Vietnamese: "Let's move on; I don't want to stay here."
I didn't want to linger either; this dark hole gave me an overwhelming sense of pressure, making me feel there was immense danger inside. Like ostriches burying our heads in the sand, Jack and I turned back. As we passed the wooden shavings along the slope, the glow stick I had given to Fumi became clearer near the Underground River; all I could see from Fumi's direction was a faint glimmer.
Jack walked ahead of me when he suddenly stopped and turned around: "I should tell you my thoughts here after all. I don’t want the Vietnamese to hear."
I knew Jack was cautious and wary of the Vietnamese; he didn’t even trust those two Lao people. I nodded and leaned closer to him; I also didn’t want the Vietnamese to overhear this conversation. I was concerned about their emotional state; it was not good and showed signs of potential collapse.
"If this hole were just deep, our flashlight might not reach the bottom, but it should illuminate the inner edges of the entrance. However, the reality is that the light from the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight seems to vanish as it enters this black hole; I think you've noticed that too." At this point, Jack cast me an inquisitive glance.
Of course, I had seen it; I nodded: "Yes. And then?"
"Actually, there are two reasons that could cause this situation."
I interrupted him. "Aren't you just one possibility? How did it turn into two?"
Jack was clearly annoyed by my interruption and shot me a glare. "One of the reasons relates to the structure of the black hole, which can be linked to its depth, just like the situation you've observed.
Imagine this black hole as an inverted bowl placed above us. Because the opening of this bowl is wide and the internal space expands rapidly from the entrance, our flashlight will not reach its bottom, and thus it won't illuminate its walls either. Based on what we currently see, the internal space of this hole is quite large.
However, if this hole is indeed as I suspect—a flipped bowl—then is it normal for there to be an inwardly concave cave within this Stalactite Cave? Or is this something that occurs naturally?"
Jack's words forced me to consider seriously. His analysis, though far-fetched, could explain the phenomena we were witnessing. Sometimes, when you can't explain something with common sense, even the most bizarre explanations might hold a grain of truth—at least they are worth pondering.
But Jack didn't give me time to think. "It's obviously not natural. I believe this black hole could be the first artificial structure we've encountered underground."
(To Be Continued...)
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