I know that human memory is a very wonderful thing. Sometimes you may not remember whether you have seen a certain person or object, but when the other person actually appears in front of you, that strong sense of familiarity arises spontaneously. There is nothing wrong with it.
Based on what I have seen, it is just a subjective opinion.
At this moment, I am like this. The only thing that can be recognized in the dark, cage-like room is the iron frame bed. This was something ten or twenty years ago or even longer. Nowadays, energy conservation and environmental protection are advocated, and it is impossible to cast such a heavy bed.
Big bed. I walked slowly into the room from the door. There was only one transom window in the room, which was blocked. As I got closer, the black blood was even more shocking. My eyes were dull, looking at it, as if
I saw something that recorded a period of time in the past.
Where is this? Santaihezi, a deserted place far away from the city and isolated from the world, why do I feel this way?
I gently sat on the iron frame bed and stayed there for five minutes. The longer I sat, the more I felt that every corner of this dark room was familiar to me. The reason for this feeling, at least, should be
I lived here for a while.
For me, this is a question with no answer. I have no specific concept at all in my mind. I can’t remember when I have been here. I sat and smoked two cigarettes, and finally I wondered, have I ever lost my memory? Something in my life.
The memory of a period of time is blank? This should be impossible. If this is amnesia, the loss is too artistic and neat. It is just this memory that is lost, and other memories are intact?
Even I can't convince myself with this ridiculous reason, but where is the real answer?
After sitting for a while, I stood up again. The corridor was still very long. I wanted to continue walking to see if I could find something useful to fill in the memory that I couldn't recall. Walking in this long corridor
, there is a feeling that time is passing silently, there are often tin-wrapped doors on both sides, most of them are locked, and the rooms that are not locked are basically empty.
I walked deeper and deeper. To be honest, it takes a lot of courage to walk alone in a place like this, but that question was like a magnet, attracting me to go on. The long corridor was coming to an end, and behind the end of the corridor was a one-two
In a 100-square-meter room, there is still a door at the other end of the room, but the door is open and not tightly closed.
This 1200-square-meter room is probably a restricted access point. People who come in from the corridor must undergo strict inspection here before they can continue to go deeper.
I walked to the door opposite the room and took a look inside. The situation behind this door was a bit complicated. Several corridors spread out radially, probably leading to several different places. People in the early years were very solid in their work. This underground
The fortifications were extremely strong. After a violent and devastating explosion, most of the interior of the fortifications was still intact, with only a small area collapsed. I felt that I couldn't stay here for a long time, but I always felt a little itchy, so I decided to go with it.
Walk through a passage, and if you find nothing, return immediately.
I can't tell where the corridor I chose leads to, but it is very wide. I walked a few steps, and the flashlight light cast a big shadow in front of me. I was stunned because I could tell that it looked like
It's a truck parked next to the corridor.
I got close to this big shadow. Indeed, it was an old military truck with all four tires flat. The truck occupied half of the corridor. I looked carefully and saw that there was nothing in the driver's seat or the compartment.
Moving forward, the corridor was completely empty. I walked back and forth along the corridor for a long time. At the end of the corridor, a large space appeared. The ground was smooth and solid, much like a huge underground parking lot, although it was
It's underground, but this parking lot can allow many vehicles to turn around and enter at the same time.
Moreover, opposite me, there are two very tall doors, and the doors are completely opened. Behind the doors should be a large underground warehouse, but I don’t know what it is used to store. My brainstorming ability is very strong, although
This place is empty, but I can still imagine the scene before the underground fortifications were abandoned: many vehicles pulling things gathered here, and then unloading things and loading them into warehouses, one after another, day after day.
I walked into this warehouse and was inside, and then I realized how big it was. Standing in the warehouse, I felt like a tiny ant was thrown into a box. The warehouse was also empty and I couldn't see anything because of the area.
It was so big that it was affected accordingly when it exploded, and two corners of the warehouse collapsed slightly.
There is nothing here, and it is almost clear at a glance. The underground warehouse should be the end of this corridor, and there is no way forward. I was very disappointed. I walked all the way and there was no clue to solve my puzzle. But since I have come here, I
I planned to walk through it all. I walked along the wall of the warehouse. There were some bricks and stones piled up in a corner of the warehouse.
I stopped here. I don’t know why, but I always felt in my heart that there would be something underneath these bricks and stones. This feeling was very strong. I thought about it for a while and then started to dig up these bricks and stones. I cleaned them up hastily.
, the result disappointed me even more, because the ground was faintly exposed under the bricks.
But at this moment, I saw that there seemed to be a big crack on the cement floor, which might have been caused by the vibration of the explosion. The crack was blocked by dust and gravel, but a little bit was exposed.
.It was a piece of iron, painted with a layer of green paint.
What's this?
I started digging immediately, but I didn't have any tools, so I dug very slowly. Fortunately, there were small stones and bricks in the cracks. I slowly cleaned them up, and the size of the piece of iron was beyond my imagination.
Suddenly, my mind moved and I noticed something. I stopped digging deeper and simply removed all the floating dust on the top layer.
When I looked at what was under the floating ashes, I couldn't help but gasp, subconsciously stepped back several steps, and sweat began to form on my forehead.
What did I dig up?
A bomb that was more than two meters long was lying quietly in a gap filled with dust and rocks. This was definitely not a model, it was a real thing. My panic lasted for a while, and then I thought about it.
It has been here for so many years without any problems. It is impossible for it to explode suddenly because of my arrival. But the size of this bomb is heart-stopping. If it were to explode, I wouldn't even have any ashes left.
I was a little scared, so I stepped back and looked around. I knew that it was impossible to mix warehouses like this. The quilt warehouse was the quilt warehouse, and the ammunition warehouse was the ammunition warehouse. There was absolutely no reason for stuffing a few bombs into the quilt warehouse.
In other words, this huge underground warehouse seems to be all used to store bombs of this kind. Based on the area of the warehouse, even if there is a discount, the number of bombs stored in it can probably reduce the city I live in to the ground.
flat ground.
Santaihezi, including Xihaihe, is still far from the border. There cannot be any war. What are the bombs in the underground warehouse used for?
Use it to blast the big crater in the main project of the West Haihe River? This is unrealistic. The shock wave after the bomb explodes cannot be controlled, and it is far less practical than drilling and blasting. In addition to blowing up the established target, I really can’t think of any other uses for the bomb.
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As I thought about it, I retreated towards the door of the warehouse. As the flashlight light shook, I suddenly saw a shadow flashing past the door.
"who!"
I shouted, and the shadow flashed past the door and disappeared. Moreover, it was so spacious here that any sound would cause an echo. I heard a series of slight footsteps.
"Zhang Qiao?! Is it Zhang Qiao!" I shouted again, but the other party didn't respond.
The other party seemed to be dormant, and the figure and footsteps disappeared together. I ran after him. But when I rushed out of the warehouse door, I couldn't see anything. I was a little panicked. It wasn't until this moment that I realized that I was alone.
It was unwise to be in a very strange place. I didn't care about looking for that shadow anymore. I just wanted to return as quickly as possible and find Xiaoning and the others first.
I turned around and ran, my footsteps echoing continuously in the corridor. The road was very flat, and I ran very fast, with almost no pause in the middle. I only paused briefly when I passed the room with the iron frame bed.
"Forget it, we'll talk about it later!" I gritted my teeth and didn't care about anything else. I quickly came to the place where I came in, lowered my head and got out.
As soon as my head was exposed, I suddenly felt a sharp tightening on my neck, as if I had been stabbed by something. It happened quickly and fiercely, without any reaction, and then my head exploded.
Circles and sore eyes.
It felt like I was suddenly dragged into an endless dream. I opened my eyes hard, but my vision became increasingly blurry, and my consciousness began to spread. My mind was in a mess, with various scenes flickering.
I seemed to see my dad, Zhang Qiao, and some people I knew in the past. The home I have lived in for more than 20 years, that familiar city, was far and near, and all the landscapes were constantly condensing and expanding.
, and finally, they turned into a dark room with a blood-stained iron frame bed.
Everything in front of me finally disappeared, leaving only a little bit of residual consciousness, which was not enough to maintain thinking. I was like a drunk person, lying on the ground, and the only thing I could do was breathe.
In the haze, I felt like someone was grabbing my head, but I couldn't open my eyes at all. I felt like someone was patting my face, and then, a sound came in along the eardrum. This sound was quite unfamiliar.
, in fact, in my state at that time, I couldn't tell anything.
"Password, tell me the password." The voice said lowly and urgently: "Black hole password."