The national treasure did not express any objection. He looked at it first and asked me to follow him. Then we got in through the small hole between the broken walls. The inside was like a cat cage, very narrow, and you had to bend down to walk through it, and this
This situation has been going on. There is dust on the walls on both sides, but now there are obviously a few traces of friction, indicating that someone passed here not long ago. I feel relieved a little. In any case, it is important to find Zhang Qiao first.
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We walked about twenty meters, and the passage in front of us changed. The national treasure squatted in front and took a look, saying that it seemed to be a huge ventilation shaft. Such a huge ventilation shaft showed that there must be a relatively large building underground, and for a certain period of time
There were many people active before.
The ventilation shaft is the only way. If you want to continue moving forward, you must go from here. The ventilation shaft is sloping and has a very steep slope. The national treasure asked me to wait for a while while he went down to take a look first.
Although I have known Guobao for a short time, I can feel that this person is more powerful, so I feel relieved that he will explore the way. But the plan cannot keep up with the changes. The two of us are completely unfamiliar with the situation here, and Guobao is cautious
When I got into the ventilation shaft, I felt that my foot was missing. I couldn't hold my foot back and rolled down with a whoosh.
When I felt nervous, I made a big mistake. When the national treasure rolled down, I couldn't hold him at all, but I still stretched out my hand and leaned forward with all my strength to catch him. I had nothing to do with it.
With all the experience and experience, I used too much force. Not only did I fail to catch the national treasure, but I also rolled down with it.
My body couldn't control my balance, my head was hit, and I felt dizzy immediately. However, I still subconsciously held on to the flashlight. The ventilation shaft was long, with more than one section, and the slope was getting steeper. The most terrible thing was,
Perhaps due to the explosion at that time, a certain section of the ventilation shaft was blown apart. The national treasure was much stronger than me and had the ability to react quickly during the fall. He grabbed the edge of the fault zone and hung on it, but I couldn't.
I tried to catch it but failed to catch it. I rolled and fell.
The drop was at least two meters. I fell flat on my stomach and it hurt like hell. Moreover, my body did not stop rolling because of the fall. Instead, it rolled faster. I lost control. I lost control completely. I couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.
I couldn't tell how far it rolled, it was like a free falling body that was constantly moving.
I was completely stunned, and I didn't even have a chance to shout. Suddenly, I felt my body suddenly emptied out, and I fell down hard again. The flashlight in my hand fell out of my hand, and then my vision went dark and I lost consciousness.
I can't tell how long I was in coma. When I woke up, the flashlight was lying quietly not far away. I shook my head and sat up. I had bruises all over my body, but my bones were fine. I looked up, and suddenly I broke out in a cold sweat.
It was a zigzag crack, and I fell from it. The height made me scared just looking at it.
It was very quiet around me, and there was no sign of the national treasure. I took a few breaths and started calling him loudly, but there was no response. I tried to use the walkie-talkie to contact other people, but the signal was seriously affected and even blocked, so it was useless. I was a little panicked.
, because I didn’t bother to bring a backpack when I was looking for Zhang Qiao, so I came here lightly, with no supplies, water, or batteries. I could endure my hunger and thirst, but I wanted to climb up from here, but it was impossible.
I don’t know how far the sound waves can travel through such a tortuous gap, but I shouted many times, but no one responded to me.
It took at least half an hour, but there was no change in the situation. In desperation, I looked around again. This place looked like an underground fortification that had been blown down, with some brick structures and reinforced concrete. I was slow.
I walked slowly and looked slowly, and finally, about ten meters to the left, I found hope. It was a layer of ruins left after the building was blown up and collapsed. I climbed up along the ruins, and then walked sideways.
By climbing, I can hope to return to the zigzag gap above. This is a bit risky, but I have to give it a try.
I walked to the ruins of the building and stepped on some broken concrete with my feet. It was very strong. When I was about to start climbing, I accidentally glanced and saw a vague shadow.
It was a door behind this small piece of ruins. Most of the door was covered with bricks and concrete blocks. I don’t know why, but when I saw this door, I suddenly felt a very strange feeling. I
It was confirmed that this was my first time coming to Santaihezi, but when I looked at this door, I felt a little familiar.
It was this strange feeling that made me retract my feet and slowly approach the covered door. The door was made of iron, very thick and heavy, and the mechanical structure responsible for opening and closing the door was probably rusted to death.
The thick and heavy iron gate gives people the first impression that this might be an important place.
But the door was closed. Don't say that I was alone. Even if everyone came down together, they couldn't open it. I thought about it and moved away the stones and bricks blocking the door little by little. It was so thick.
The iron door cannot be damaged by an explosion, but the masonry structure on both sides of the door should not be that strong.
Sure enough, after I cleaned up the masonry on the left side of the door, a large and obvious gap was exposed. Dust was everywhere and almost no light could pass through. I coughed a few times and hid aside, waiting until the dust disappeared.
After settling down, he moved closer. This time, he could see more clearly.
Behind the iron door is a very wide corridor, but the corridor is underground, which gives people a depressing and dull feeling. And when I saw this corridor, my heart skipped a beat, and the somewhat familiar feeling became even more
It's getting stronger. This feeling is clearly telling me that I may have been here before.
My brain short-circuited again. Although I thought this feeling was very ridiculous, I couldn't help but try to think back. In fact, I almost don't need to think about my experiences from childhood to adulthood. I have never done anything out of the ordinary, so I can't think about it no matter what I do.
Connect me with Santaihezi.
I hesitated for a moment, but in the end I couldn't overcome the doubts and curiosity in my heart, and walked into this wide corridor. At the beginning, I didn't go far, I stood at one end of the corridor, and with a slight movement of my steps, a series of things happened.
The echo was hollow and heart-stopping. I walked slowly for a while, and the environment became clearer. Several small doors often appeared on both sides of the corridor. They should be room doors, but they were all locked. I
Can't open.
When I reached the seventh small door, I stopped. This door was probably the only one that was not locked. The outside of the door was covered with a layer of tinplate. I tried to push it gently, and the door trembled a few times.
Then, with another push, the whole door opened one-fifth of the way.
A stale smell with the breath of time came out from the crack of the door, coupled with a cloud of dust, I was so fascinated that I couldn't open my eyes. At this time and place, standing in front of such a door, people
It was impossible to maintain a normal mentality and emotion, and an invisible tension spread rapidly in my heart.
This is very much like the plot in some horror movies.
In order to embolden myself, I coughed loudly, and then kicked the door hard. The door was more than half open, and you could see the scene inside when you stood at the door. This was a sturdy and simple room, maybe eleven or twelve square meters.
There were no furnishings, no tables and chairs, only an iron frame bed, placed alone in the corner of the room.
There was nothing here except an iron frame bed. The walls were white, eroded by time, and had turned yellow, with many pieces of wall peeling off. I saw a large pool of blood under the bed, black blood. The blood was early.
It dried up, but the mark remains until now.
The black blood was shocking, like a magic stain that could not be erased. It made me tremble, trembling continuously, and my heart and body were shaking together.
My body swayed a few times, and I held on to the door frame to keep from falling over. The shock I suffered was too great. When I just walked into the corridor, the familiar feeling only made me feel that I might have been here before.
But now, standing at the door of this simple room, I can hardly stop my thinking. There is a certain concept in my subconscious: I have been here, I must have been here. If it weren’t for this dark, cage-like room, I
It left such a deep impression that I couldn't remember it or be so certain that I had been here.