The top of the head is covered with spider webs in different lengths and lengths, and the dust accumulated over the years has accumulated. The mold caused by water seepage in the prefabricated panels has gradually expanded, forming a wall above the head that often collapses, even if some people have tried to pretend to be normal.
, and finally fell into pieces layer by layer, leaving remnants like feathered white moths all over the ground.
White gum trees that are thirty or forty years old are growing quietly. I don’t know when they have reached a height that is difficult to prune. So they slowly pass away from the sight of residents, like balloons that have escaped from their hands and rush high into the sky, alone.
Thin, twisted black shadows fell to the ground, weaving into a ghostly zebra crossing on the broken concrete floor.
The man and woman walked quietly in the old Agricultural Bureau dormitory, their footsteps avoiding the broken leaves on the ground, trying not to leave any unnecessary noise.
The narrow lane was full of cars parked on the side. Some of the cars were also covered with fallen leaves, but they were carefully blocked by car covers. Only the shriveled tires on the wheel hubs and a few stubborn trees surviving in the gaps were exposed.
Weeds.
"Where are we going..."
The tall girl followed with her hunched figure, the thoughts deep inside her heart were complicated and chaotic, the unknown breeds fear, and the expectation fueled the uneasiness. It was like a relaxing and freehand daily ranch novel, but as she turned the pages, she read a creepy ghost story.
This made the situation in front of her seem particularly absurd and funny.
The boy quickly stopped and put his finger to his lips.
He turned around in the narrow lane with difficulty and struggled to get close to the tall girl's ear. If he usually made this move, it would have seemed a bit frivolous and offensive, but at this special moment, the girl even felt that his voice was too loud.
The harshness is obvious, and it's a bit mind-boggling.
At that moment, she was troubled by her own thoughts, but after a moment of thinking, she understood the whole story - the dark and old community, the residents who were aging and sleeping early, the empty corridors, and the strange rumors.
, these atmosphere renderings alone are enough to make people stay silent, not to mention what they have to do...
Wait, he doesn’t seem to have said what it is?
"When you pass the security office later, you must not make any noise, you know? Otherwise I might die..."
The boy said creepy words, and then started counting on his fingers, "Last month, I sneaked into the community to interview residents, and was reported as promoting a cult; earlier this month, I was studying ruins along the outer wall, and was called a thief; this
In the middle of the month, I took advantage of the darkness to look for clues, but I was turned away by two security guards and sent to the police station."
"The police here told my family that children with mental problems should be kept under close supervision. If they are caught by the police next time, the police station will have to open a case..."
Then he looked at the tall girl carefully and asked tentatively, "Fortunately, I asked you to come with me today. If we accidentally get caught again, can you tell the police that these were all your ideas?"
Before the tall girl could scold him, a beam of flashlight light passed over their heads. As long as they were only two centimeters taller, the horrific incident the boy said would have come true on the spot.
The boy was obviously experienced. Except for the moment of trembling at the beginning, he showed no signs of swaying. He even had the energy to signal the girl to stay calm with his eyes.
The two of them were crouching in the grass, and they heard the sound of keys jingling gradually. Someone was walking slowly forward with sleepy steps. The wandering light of the flashlight seemed to be just his habit of clearing the way, shaking irregularly.
Let the batteries in the flashlight collide with each other and make a dull sound, showing the same aging and old atmosphere.
"Zizzi...Lao Lu...zizi..."
The walkie-talkie on the old security guard's waist suddenly made a sound amidst the sound of electricity, and the frightened and nervous girl almost made a sound again.
"We received a complaint from a resident of Building A, saying that several children were playing hide-and-seek in the parking lot... sizzle... you should read the report and don't let the mentally ill thief in again... sizzle... swoosh..."
The last burst of clatter was accompanied by the unique rhythm and rhythm of the collision of mahjong tiles.
The tall girl looked at the boy with despair in her eyes, wondering where she was exposed tonight. Could it be that they had escaped the surveillance, but they had not escaped the eyes of the dark units in the old Agricultural Bureau dormitory. There were always people hiding in the dark.
Here and there, peeping at their sneaky movements?
Thinking of this, the girl felt her scalp numb. She suppressed her fear and tried not to look at the connected dark units——
However, when the old security guard came very close to them, he suddenly stopped and spat on the ground, stamping on it with his feet and speaking in a low voice.
"Bah, a bunch of cowards, hiding and seeking for months and years, is there anything else you can do?"
After that, he picked up the walkie-talkie and muttered a few words, his voice was arrogant and loud, as if he didn't want to report anything, but just to make some noise and give some psychological comfort to the old residents who were lying on the hard beds and tossing and turning.
"Should we go?"
The girl didn't know what happened, but the crisis was obviously over. The old security guard was now walking to other places. It seemed like this was the best chance to break through the defense.
But the boy shook his head and said viciously: "Don't act rashly! That's how I was caught last time!"
The boy then told her that the old Agricultural Bureau dormitory was divided into two buildings A and B in a "hui" shape. Building A was next to the road, and building B was next to the Catholic Church. In the middle of the two buildings was the only parking lot in the community - and this was the previous building.
A small green area was bulldozed and rebuilt just to alleviate the increasingly embarrassing parking difficulties.
Therefore, the old security guard's patrol route was very skillful. He walked from the back of Building A to the front of Building B. The actual distance was less than ten meters, but his line of sight could cover most of the old Agricultural Bureau dormitory.
The last time the boy saw the old security guard going out to patrol, he thought he had waited for an opportunity, and immediately lowered his body and tried to pass through. However, as soon as he watched the old security guard walk to the back of Building A, he noticed that a King Qin on the other side had circled the pillar and had turned back.
When he arrived at Building B, he stared at him and quickly raised the walkie-talkie in his hand. However, he was still sticking his head out of embarrassment and smiling stupidly at the open space...
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Listen to me, first go to the basement of Building B, and then hide under the green wall and don't move."
The boys tiptoed forward two steps, immediately got into the embrace of the green belt, and groped forward against the rainwater drain of the old dormitory building. The tall girls did not say anything anymore, because they now bypassed the camera and entered the community.
No more innocent than thieves who commit crimes, the best way now is not to be discovered.
The figure of the old security guard had just disappeared at the end of Building A. Sure enough, just as the boy said, he suddenly appeared on the spot around the pillar. The two of them leaned against the green wall to cover their bodies, barely being discovered in the night.
But they could only watch as the old security guard dangled the keys on his body and pulled him into a road that was sloping down from the building, and the sound slowly disappeared inside.
"...The security guard has left, why don't we leave?"
The tall girl asked in a low voice. She couldn't accept the feeling of spider webs floating on her hair. Even if it didn't fall on her hair, it would be an indescribable psychological pressure.
"Where to go? That's where we are going."
The boy pointed at the ramp that pierced into Building B of the Agricultural Bureau dormitory and said seriously, "I suspect that what we are looking for is actually in here."
The rough cement floor is full of cracks and seams, and green velvet moss and bean leaf alfalfa have grown on the occasional rainwater. Even purslane has climbed past the wall unknowingly.
These tiny beings crawl in the gaps, quietly raising their heads in the night, looking quietly into the dark depths of the underground.
There was a faint light, shining through the window cracks covered with newspapers, and between the remaining edges of the old-fashioned glass, there was still the piercing noise of the radio, and a tuneless voice was singing along,
He seemed extremely sad.
"Everyone knows that old love can continue to be a comfort...but why are there tears quietly wetting my breasts...baby, oh, oh, oh, oh..."
"...It seems like "Double Butterfly Fan"? I just sang "Li Qing", it seems like I have to wait for a while..."
The boys commented mindlessly, trying their best to keep their voices as low as possible, which also made the girls feel even more nervous.
After all, the distance between the two parties is extremely close, and the slightest sound may arouse vigilance, and what the boy said is not unnecessary. It is obviously explained to her deliberately, taking the risk of exposure to reduce her tendency to act without permission and disobey instructions.
possible.
But things in the world are always unpredictable. There is only one common sense that is called "Everything is done beforehand, otherwise it will be ruined", and another common sense is called "Good times are hard to come by, but good things are hard to come by", which repeats itself over and over again without changing.
The two of them were listening to the hoarse singing in the underground concierge, and while they were wandering around, a noisy and abrupt voice suddenly came through the intercom.
"Zizi...Lao Lu...can you hear me..."
The silhouette of the old security guard suddenly appeared on the papered window under the illumination of the incandescent lamp, leaving behind a figure as dark as thick ink - it seemed that he suddenly jumped up from the bed, and then muttered angrily, wanting to use the walkie-talkie
Ignore the voice.
"Sizzling... Residents of Building B facing the street complained that someone seemed to be abusing the dog nearby. Now it is barking fiercely... Sizzling... The smell complained about last time has not been found yet. Go and have a look... swoosh, squeak, squeak.
...touch one!"
This sentence seemed to trigger some mechanism, and finally there was the old security guard's sullen sigh and the sound of packing his luggage.
Such a turn of events made the two men who were ambushing the soldiers overjoyed. They did not expect that the opportunity would suddenly jump in front of them from hiding in the bushes, waiting for the security guard to fall asleep.
The two of them turned around and hid in the grass, holding their breath and refusing to move rashly, concentrating on the mixed sound of slippers and keys.
The sound came from far to near, and gradually from near to far, until it drifted to a certain direction that was difficult for them to distinguish. Then they came out of their hiding place with mosquito bags densely packed on their arms and legs, and trotted towards their destination.
The slope going down was completely silent, with only the lights in the concierge spying on them quietly, but this could not stop their determined steps. It seemed that every step was driven by the desire to find out in their blood, and they were frantically trying to get closer.
the truth.
It wasn't until she walked into the stuffy basement that the tall girl realized why in this old Agricultural Bureau dormitory, there were so many vehicles parked on the ground that they blocked the road, but no one parked their cars in this long-empty underground parking lot.
Visible in front of her eyes, there were densely packed iron doors, new or old, bright or dark, but there was no doubt that each blocked an area that was not spacious, leaving criss-crossed passages.
, only two people can pass by side by side, and it would be impossible to park a car.
Obviously, in the era when this dormitory was built, private cars were still a very rare thing, so the parking requirements only took into account bicycles and motorcycles.
Under this background of the times, the original old community did not consider equipping it with an underground garage. What was built was a warehouse that seems to have been outdated for a long time now. It was also called a "firewood room", each with corresponding house numbers.
The ownership is marked, and the size is barely enough to park motorcycles side by side, or store some furniture and sundries.
It is also the special equipment of this house that makes it extremely difficult to renovate the parking lot in the future. After all, it takes several firewood sheds to be renovated to create a parking space. This may also involve building safety issues, so these food storage facilities
The old, tasteless and abandoned buildings continue to be abandoned underground, hoarding treasures and waste that were not collected in the same era.
"There are so many iron gates, where are the things you mentioned hidden?"
The tall girls followed suit, staring at these densely packed iron doors that extended into the depths of darkness, their scalp numbing. The fear of the unknown lies in the suspicion of "things behind the doors", and there are countless "doors" here, no doubt.
Amplified fear to an unprecedented level.
The most unspeakable thing is that she has a special fear of the "door", or specifically the "Chaicao Room".
In her hometown, the last stop before a person dies is in a firewood shed. Even some terminally ill elderly people will move into a firewood shed when they have a premonition that their time is running out in order to survive at home.
Complete the last journey of life.
When she was a child, she would always go to and from school in fear every day, walking through the row of closed firewood rooms in front of her house. She never knew which day a certain room would be open, and a row of wreaths, a photo of the deceased, and a mouthful of flowers would appear.
A coffin, a dead body.
Among them, what frightens her the most is often the sight of old men covered in skin and bones with a lifeless look peeking out from the cracks in the door.
They would lean on the sickbed in the firewood room and watch, and their bodies seemed to carry a dark aura that led directly to the netherworld. Whenever she passed by, she always felt that the dying old man's eyes were following her fiercely, with an uneasy feeling in his eyes.
The jealous light of the metaphor seems to be the desire for something that is full of vitality.
The girl ran over every time and never dared to look back. She was very afraid that if she stayed for just one second longer, the old man would jump out of the hospital bed like in a nightmare, spraying his rotten breath with his skinny arms.
Seize her life and go to the netherworld together...
"Don't worry, I don't know where the things are, but I know the clues left here..."
The boy used his mobile phone to illuminate the room and carefully examined the details of the rows of doors among the firewood, as if he was inspecting an ancient tomb of the Western Han Dynasty dug into the ground. He may have taken the nervous movements of the tall girl as a reaction to impatience.
Only then did he speak out to comfort him.
But in the eyes of girls, his current behavior is extremely weird and does not provide any psychological comfort.
I saw him knocking on the outer door of the firewood room here and there, his expression a little stiff and impatient. The old security guard might come back at any time, and there was not much time left for him. In the darkness, he seemed to be visiting the people who had been living underground.
Yimin, waiting for "them" to hear the question, pushed open the door and greeted the two of them with a smile, and his body was full of ghostly aura.
Suddenly, there were slow shuffling footsteps in the darkness, accompanied by some off-beat humming, which seemed to be following their direction. This sudden panic made them quickly alert, and then they turned off the light of their mobile phones.
Wear dark colors to protect yourself.
In the darkness, a black shadow passed in front of them without noticing their figures, and then walked over with slow but firm steps.
The tall girl first lowered her head and held her breath. Then, as the boy walked forward in the dark, her fear continued to grow. However, she still tried her best to calm down, trying to ignore the strange behavior of the boy and the increasingly absurd situation at the moment, and turned
Focus on your own fear itself, constantly analyze it, and face your inner fear.
Although the fear of "doors" has been rare since ancient times, it is not traceable. Especially in the history and archeology industries, people often see the door at the end of the Xuan Palace half open in the cold and cramped underground tomb space.
There is a girl half-leaning at the door, with a faint look in her eyes...
"Picture of a woman opening her door".
This type of mysterious tomb murals frequently appeared in tomb chambers, tombs, and stone monuments since the Han Dynasty. For some reason, they disappeared in the late Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, and suddenly became popular again during the Song, Liao, Jin, and Yuan dynasties.
There are various indications that this form was originally related to the Han Dynasty when Huang-Lao's art was popular. The Queen Mother of the West was considered to be the keeper of the door to immortality. The source of the so-called "Woman Opening the Door" is that the tomb owner hoped to use the guidance of fairies.
, being able to see the Queen Mother of the West will help the deceased realize their long-cherished wish to become immortal.
However, there is a tidal change in the timeline that is so puzzling that many religious scholars have linked this change to the rise and fall of certain ideological trends in history, and firmly believe that it is related to some secret sects.
It is highly relevant, and even many familiar ancients are witnesses.
More rigorous historians will analyze it from the perspective of the tomb space. This half-open door must lead to an undisplayed space. Therefore, in this way, the owner of the tomb realized the infinite unknown of the space behind the door.
The expansion of limited space means using "people's imagination" to expand and extend the tomb space.
All in all, no one knows yet. These "doors" hidden deep under ancient cemeteries, with stone and brick carvings that vividly imitate the pillars and brackets of wooden buildings, represent the door of life or the door of death, and whether behind the door is immortality or hell.
Huangquan, I only know that in the dark and deep underground palace, there are always eerie pictures of door openings, which constantly inspire people's fear...
I don't know how far I walked, but there was an iron door standing at the end of the underground garage. The iron ropes imposed on it many years ago were rusty. The boy slowly moved forward, knocked on the iron door that had been covered with dust for many years, and stepped forward.
I could feel the sound of resentment among the rippling shock waves, which seemed to reach into a vast and mysterious space.
The boy's face showed joy, and the rusty iron rope was cut off with a slight break. It was as fragile as a deep-fried dough cake. Dust fell from the door, and behind the door was something more solid and real than the darkness.
Things look like a basalt wall that stood in place hundreds of millions of years ago.
The boy finally faded away from his pious and fanatical mood, and the sounds in his ears gradually disappeared. It seemed that it was just a routine inspection. After calming down for a moment, the movements of his hands did not stop, but his state became much more natural, as if he had worn something.
Putting on the personality cloak that he had just forgotten, he spoke as gently as possible.
"Sorry, I forgot to explain it to you."
The boy's voice was filled with guilt, and the light from his mobile phone once again illuminated the space between the two of them, also lighting up a trace of hope and warmth.
"It's okay, just say it."
"It's like this. There are a total of 127 houses of various sizes in the dormitories of the old Agricultural Bureau. Therefore, it is logical that there should be 127 firewood sheds underground. However, according to my investigation, a total of 128 firewood sheds were actually built."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The girl said curiously: "It's just one more room. Maybe it's just that the area planning is a little rich. You can't just leave it empty for the sake of fairness and equality, right?"
The boy shook his head disapprovingly.
"That means you don't understand that era. Fairness and equality were still a very important thing... The main thing is, have you ever thought about why the basement of the old Agricultural Bureau dormitory was only built in Building B, but not Building A?
Where’s the bottom?”
Without waiting for the girl to reply, he continued speaking on his own.
"In October 1969, the Central Military Commission's Office issued the 'No. 1 Order', believing that the Soviet Union might take radical military measures and requiring the country to prepare for war. Various regions began to build air-raid shelters everywhere, and Fujian served as the front line against Taiwan.
, is the focus of the construction work.”
"This area has always been the gathering area for Chong'an County's administrative agencies. In order to protect the integrity of the data and administrative organization, the government excavated many semi-permanent underground air-raid shelters, which were abandoned as the relations between China, the Soviet Union, and the United States changed. By the 1980s,
During the construction of the old Agricultural Bureau dormitory, we accidentally excavated an air-raid shelter code-named 'Jian 802'."
"After digging the air-raid shelter, the construction of the basement of Building A encountered some bizarre problems, which led to the final shelving. The numbered air-raid shelter was a military facility at the time, and the local government did not dare to bury it at will, so they reported it to their superiors.
The 128th firewood room was built as the door to the 'Jian 802' air raid shelter, and all the cultural relics and monuments dug out during the construction process that may affect the construction of the dormitory were also placed inside."
After listening to this, the girl only felt that the smile created by the light of the mobile phone was warm. It was as fragile as a piece of white paper and could be overturned by the sudden thick ink at any time. However, the sense of mission and desire for discovery in her heart gathered strength again.
This put her in a dilemma.
The shuffling footsteps sounded in the distance, with a strange rhythm, and seemed to be tracking their footsteps again. The girls were shocked and realized that the person who passed by them just now seemed to have everything, but did not bring the key.
The sound of strings colliding...
In the darkness, the tall girl's vision began to blur. She seemed to see a door half open, so dark that she didn't know if it was the door of life or death. A girl who looked exactly like her was leaning against the door with a faint look, her lips slightly opened.
Kai said: "The door is open, do you dare to come in?"