Chapter 4 Horror! The Boudoir of the Three Skeletons
The pedals of the steel cable suspension bridge were rolled into a thick pile, like ancient bamboo slips, piled behind me. Just when I wanted to jump back, the two steel wires hidden on the side of the suspension bridge chain started to pull again.
, dragging the pile of pedals towards the other section of the suspension bridge.
It seems that this suspension bridge has also been extremely carefully designed: as long as you step on the pedal at one end, the pedal will automatically roll up to the other end. After rolling up, it will roll back completely and then slowly lay back to its original shape.
I watched helplessly as the pedal rolled further and further away. At this moment, there was no way out.
Life is like this, when it is determined to push you forward, whether it is to reach the top or fall into the abyss, the only thing you can do is to move forward.
Only by moving forward can you change your destiny.
My already exhausted body and mind became extremely active again as the iron plate under my feet slowly retracted into the door frame and a death rhythm could be staged at any time.
There are still two useless lines in the life-saving poem left by the mad Taoist Liu Qing! If you don’t use it now, when will you wait?
Those two sentences are: "Always think of turtles, dragons and horses in times of crisis. Only when everything goes well can you live!"
My brain began to spin rapidly. The three useful words in the previous sentence were "turtle, dragon and horse", but was it "turtle, dragon and horse", "turtle, dragon and horse", or "turtle, dragon and horse"?
Turtle, dragon and horse?
I was now familiar with Liu Qing's way of thinking, and I immediately reacted to four words: "Hetu, Luoshu"!
According to legend, when Fuxi, the emperor of the Three Emperors, was on the bank of the Yellow River in Mengjin County, northeast of Luoyang, a dragon and horse emerged from the river, carrying the "River Map" on his back. Fuxi developed Bagua based on this, which became the source of the "Book of Changes" and became the sect of Chinese metaphysics.
.It is also said that during the time of Dayu, a magical turtle emerged from the Luo River in Luoning County, west of Luoyang. The "Luoshu" written on its back was obtained by Dayu, and based on it, he successfully controlled the floods and divided the world into Kyushu.
After establishing the nine-chapter method, a prosperous era emerged.
"Book of Changes" says: "The river produces pictures, the Luo produces books, and the sages follow them." This refers to these two things.
That's right, turtle, dragon and horse refer to Hetu and Luoshu! (See the picture below)
Looking at the River Map and Luoshu, it is easy to understand the mathematical principles contained in it: the center does not move, one, three, five, seven, and nine are Yang numbers with left rotation, marked with white dots; two, four, six, eight, and ten are
Negative left-hand rotations are marked with black dots; they are all clockwise rotations.
If you sit north and face south, with left, east and right west, then gold will appear in the west, wood in the east, water in the north, fire in the south, and earth in the center. The five elements will also rotate to the left. The so-called "qi turns upward, like a sheep's horn rising." Therefore, follow the sky.
Left-hand rotation, against the will of heaven is right-hand rotation.
It turns out that this is the meaning of "Only when everything goes well can you live"!
Thinking of this, I grasped the handle of the iron door without hesitation and turned it. Before I could finish turning, the iron plate under my feet was only the length of a foot. I threw away the flashlight and grabbed the handle tightly.
When the iron plate was gone, my body sank suddenly, and I almost fell into the array of steel nails. The flashlight smashed to pieces, and darkness suddenly hit me.
My feet were dangling in the air, and the handle was turned all the way, but the door still didn't open. I could only try my best, put my feet on the wall, and pulled with the force, and the iron door finally opened.
The kick I glared at was too strong, and the iron door carried me into the air. The edge of the door hit the suspension bridge chain and made a rattling sound. I didn't dare to look down at those painful steel spikes, so I tried my best to do it.
I did a pull-up, hooked the chain on the other side with my feet, and slowly approached the door frame. When the door and the door frame were getting closer, I put my feet into the lower edge of the door frame, grabbed the door frame with one hand, and checked the timing.
With a sudden force, he rolled into the door and lay on the ground, breathing heavily.
There was a faint smell coming from the door. In comparison, the air outside was relatively better.
But at this moment I had no way out. Fortunately, I still had a flashlight in my backpack. I took it out and shined it inside. I saw a corner to the left about one or two meters away. If there was anything else past the corner, I couldn't stop it.
Got it.
At this moment, all the life-saving tips have been exhausted, and I can only rely on myself for the rest.
Just as I was out of breath, I suddenly heard a rustling sound outside the door. I looked down with my flashlight and saw that the female corpse had its hands and face stabbed to pieces, and the skin and flesh were split. She looked so horrifying, but she could still move, and her legs were
He punched it directly on the stainless steel spike and crawled up without knowing the pain.
I sighed softly, it's really hard for you to be so persistent. I closed the door, turned the handle on the inside, and locked the door.
I don’t know if the stench that filled the air was toxic or not. I quickly took out an alcohol cotton ball and squeezed it on the mask twice before walking inside.
When I rounded the corner, I deliberately leaned against the wall. I quickly looked around and found nothing unusual. Then I turned sideways and took a flashlight to shine. I saw a pale white skeleton sitting on a chair!
Is this stench the smell that escapes when a corpse is mutilated? Generally speaking, an adult corpse will mummify and become a mummy in 3 months at room temperature. After nearly a year, the corpse will gradually become white and boneless.
In about 3 to 5 years, the soft tissue of the corpse will completely disappear; after 10 to 15 years, the bones will eventually dry and become brittle, just like the current skeleton.
I resisted the increasingly strong stench and slowly walked over. Soon there was another skeleton lying on the ground, with the skull propped on the corner of the table. As the two corpses rotted, a large amount of tissue fluid leaked out.
, all over the floor. After evaporation and dryness, the puddles of tissue fluid residue on the ground made the hair in my heart grow like grass.
Walking further inside, there is a skeleton on the bed. The legs are stretched out, looking strange. A rusty knife is inserted into the ribs of the skeleton.
The necks, or neck bones, of these three skeletons all have steel collars stuck in them, and they are connected to a steel pillar in the center of the room through an iron chain.
The most horrifying thing was that the sitting skeleton was lying on the dressing table, with its legs stretched out in the space between the cabinets under the table. The eye sockets of its skull, and the two black holes, were still sticking out.
Staring at the exquisite copper-rimmed mirror in front of him, he seemed to be admiring his own "beauty"...
This disgusting scene made me so shocked that I couldn't help but touch the beads on my wrist.
The two skeletons on the bed and on the ground have wide and short pelvises, smooth pelvic walls, an oval upper mouth, and wide front and back; the pelvis is wide and shallow, cylindrical, and the ischial tuberosity is relatively far apart. Judging from the above pelvic characteristics
, it can be concluded that these three skeletons are the remains of women. As for the skeleton sitting in front of the dressing table, it was so fond of beauty before death, so it must be a woman, so there is no need to mention it.
I was puzzled and searched the "room" carefully. There was a bed, a dressing table, a wardrobe, a clothes rack, a bathroom and a toilet. There were a few pieces of yellowed and deteriorated fabric on the bed, and on the wardrobe
There are several small boxes on display, containing hairpins, jewelry, even medicine bottles, thermometers...all these things with a sense of life, plus these three big girls, it is a perfect girl's boudoir.
, but now, the beauty has turned into a pink skeleton, and the whole room is filthy and smelly, which is extremely disgusting, and I don't want to stay for a moment longer.
The postures of these three skeletons illustrate the tragedy that happened in this boudoir: The woman on the bed kicked another woman to the ground for some unknown reason. The woman who was kicked to the ground hit her head on the wardrobe and fainted on the spot.
It never moved again. Then, the woman on the bed was pinned down by the woman next to the dressing table, stabbed between the chest and abdomen with a knife, and died of massive blood loss. The last woman, after stabbing the man to death, walked to the dressing table.
In front of the stage, she stared blankly in the mirror. Judging from the rouge box and lipstick paper in the hands of the skeleton, she even put on makeup for herself. But her beauty could not be eaten, so she starved to death like this.
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that the room was full of resentment. The eye sockets of every skeleton seemed to be staring at something.
Why is this happening?
There were no clothes on the three skeletons, there was no clothes in the so-called wardrobe, and there were chains around their necks that looked like dog chains... All of this made me feel that these three women were just playthings during their lifetimes.
Ordinary sex slave.
I looked at the walls and the floor, they were all bare, nothing special, and there was no obvious exit. In the corner next to the bed, I saw an empty bottle, seemingly solemnly placed there with the bottle cap.
But he threw it aside casually.
What's this?
I picked it up and looked at it. There was no label on the bottle. The contents had evaporated long ago. I didn't know what was inside.
The strange thing is, why is this bottle placed right here? I stirred the dust in the corner and found some strange little dust balls inside. It suddenly dawned on me: someone must be here, dipping the liquid in the bottle into the bottle.
What was written on the wall? A few drops of liquid dripped down from the fingers and stained the dust below, forming this kind of small dust ball.
However, it took too long and it was no longer visible on the wall.
A smile escaped from the corner of my mouth.
If the water in the bottle is stained with dust, the dust balls will loosen as soon as the water dries. Since there are still dust balls here, it means that the liquid in the bottle contains polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons or non-toxic
Substances such as hydrocarbons. These substances are extracted from petroleum.
Although what is written on the wall cannot be seen now, since the writing liquid contains these substances, no matter how long it takes, the writing will regain its brilliance under a certain light.
This light is ultraviolet light.
Petroleum extracts have very sensitive fluorescence sensing capabilities. As long as the solvent contains one hundred thousandth of petroleum or asphalt substances, it can emit fluorescent light under ultraviolet light.
Moreover, the existence of these dust balls also tells me the fact that these words were probably left by my uncle.
Because this corner is actually in the middle of the house, and so much dust has accumulated in this place, it means that when these words were written, the three women had been dead for a long time.
The question is: What did the uncle write? Who should I leave it to read?
Is it left to me?
But...Uncle, uncle, if you left fluorescent writing, at least leave some tips for me in your notes! You didn’t give me any tips, and I didn’t even know that I had to bring a UV lamp down. This makes me sad.
What should I do?
Fluorescent writing must be irradiated with ultraviolet rays. This is because the light quanta of ultraviolet rays have greater energy. When certain atoms of the fluorescent material are irradiated, the energy of the light causes some electrons around the nucleus to jump from their original orbits to energy
A higher orbit, and then when the electron jumps back to its original state, it emits visible light.
Ordinary light is absolutely unable to stimulate fluorescence. Unless you use Edison's method, find countless mirrors to reflect and concentrate the light, and perhaps enhance the energy of the light particles.