Victor brought the door over with his backhand and ran to Donnie to check.
In the warehouse over there, Downey stared at his little eyes and pointed to the ground.
This warehouse was filled with wheat, and surprisingly it was all preserved in the fire.
The place Donnie pointed to was also a pile of wheat, but something seemed to be moving underneath the pile, and the wheat grains were undulating like waves.
"Snake!" Donnie unhooked his holster nervously and pointed at the floating place, which made Victor tense up.
It's normal to have snakes in this land, but no one wants one to sneak into their house.
The two of them stared closely at the wheat pile, watching the thing crawling inside gradually move towards the door. Not long after, a pair of long ears popped out of the wheat pile.
"Rabbit?"
Victor's eyelids twitched and he looked at Donnie speechlessly.
Donnie looked embarrassed. He smiled stupidly at Victor twice, and then inserted the gun back.
"Sorry, I saw it wrong..."
Being able to see a rabbit as a snake...this guy really doesn't look very smart.
Victor slandered him in his heart again.
Next, maybe Donnie was not convinced, so he went to catch the rabbit himself, but as soon as his feet stepped on the wheat pile, he suddenly heard the sound of cracking boards, and his leg immediately sank in.<
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"Ouch! It's empty down here, it's empty!"
As Downey screamed, a funnel appeared under the pile of wheat. The wheat pile began to pour downwards in an instant, and Downey was also brought into the ground by the falling force!
Victor suddenly discovered that there was actually a basement in this barn.
Wheat was piled up on the floor of the warehouse, covering the flat wooden door of the basement. If Donnie hadn't stepped on the wooden door just now, Victor might never have discovered it.
"Chief Downey? Are you okay?" Victor stood at the opening, his face peering into the darkness.
"It's okay...Mr. Victor, it's so dark in here!"
After hearing Donnie's reply, Victor took down the oil lamp that had not been used for a long time from the wall, lit it, carried it, and carefully walked down the wooden steps.
Below this is still a storage area similar to a cellar, but in the innermost position, against the damp wall, there is a desk, with bookshelves and various bottles and cans behind it.
"This place must have been sealed up by your father on purpose, right?" Downey looked at the spider webs and reached out to touch the dust on the wooden shelf.
No one can enter the basement covered with wheat. It is indeed possible that it was sealed deliberately.
"Did my father do it? Or my grandfather?"
"It shouldn't be my grandfather. After all, my grandfather died before the plantation was actually in operation."
Since it is sealed, is it to cover up something?
Victor held the lamp and walked to the desk. He found a lot of yellowed manuscript paper stacked on the old tabletop. The ink bottle next to it had long been empty, and there were still traces of ink on some papers.
Victor picked up some manuscript papers and looked at them. Most of them were lists of goods, as well as some financial statistics.
"Five cotton gins..." Victor found a list recording some equipment.
In the past, he didn't care about these things at all and had never seen them in the manor. But this time when he took inventory, he suddenly found that many production equipment were stored in the third unburned warehouse.
Their family still has three warehouses scattered around the plantation. Fortunately, they were saved in the fire, and they contain many useful things.
"Perhaps, this can solve the current debt problem." Victor thought in his mind, and saw the last page of the manuscript with unreadable eyes.
It was not a bill of goods, but a half-written page of letters that had not been sent.
Victor squinted his eyes and immediately saw the name that raised his head - Abraham Cain.
He continued to read and could roughly tell that this letter was his father's notes and was addressed to Abraham Cain.
The content is as follows:
Dear Abraham, my friend, I hope this letter does not disturb your normal life.
I didn't come to you to ask for the money. You should know that I trust you very much. The reason why I wrote to you so eagerly is because there is something that makes me very uneasy.
That's right, it's the thing you left with me to use as collateral for your loan.
In fact, based on our friendship, there is no need for any collateral at all, but out of the good intention of keeping the item for you, I still accepted it.
At first I thought this was some kind of work of art. Its finely carved lines presented some kind of sharp and twisted absurd shape. The feline-like forelimbs stretched out from inexplicable places and stepped on the ground.
On the fragmented rocks suspended in the void, it is difficult to imagine how the artist kept the sculpture balanced without breaking.
There is half a melted and sharp face on the "forelimb", with ferocious fangs and three egg-shaped eye socket-like holes hanging on it. It is like a coyote head with its face torn open and wrapped in several layers.
Black flame.
Such an artistic creation, so advanced, this is my first impression of it.
But later on, I felt more and more weird, because this thing was a bit evil...
I don’t know what to say, it’s like it’s alive. I don’t know if you have ever encountered this situation. My daughter Alice once told me that at night, she would hear this thing making sounds louder than a wolf.
People also have shrill laughter that is more cunning than foxes.
This is not unique, my wife has heard it too.
For this reason, I comforted them more than once, saying that this thing is just an ordinary sculpture, but it looks a little ugly.
But for several days in a row, my wife and daughter could not sleep, and their spirits were always tense.
Oh, of course, except for Victor, as long as he falls asleep, he is like a dead pig and cannot be woken up by thunder.
Later, I was afraid that my family would live in fear all the time, so I planned to put the sculpture in the basement of the barn where the wheat was stored.
However, something strange happened.
As soon as I sent it to the basement, I had a very terrible nightmare that night.
In that psychedelic dream, there was some kind of strange and twisted shadow in front of me. Its outline looked like a wolf, looming in a strange thick fog. Vaguely, I could see the part of "it" that looked more like its head.
, I saw dark red organs that resembled eyes, six of them!
It seemed to be integrated with the thick fog, but it also had a completely different color. I could feel the gazes of the six eyes on me, and the incomparably penetrating whisper.
This low hum penetrated my eardrums, as if someone was speaking some horrible nonsense in my ears.
I couldn't see it clearly, because as long as I focused on the thick fog, I would wake up with a fright, my heart would beat so hard, as if I was about to be suffocated.
I had this nightmare for three days in a row, and my whole spirit was in an extreme state of collapse.
At this time, a serf told me that two sheep had been lost in the sheepfold in the past two days, and they could not be found where they had gone.
So, I suppressed my broken nerves and asked three people to accompany him with guns to search around, but to no avail.
On the fourth day, I had that dream again. I woke up from fear in the middle of the night, covered in cold sweat.
I realized that maybe the sculpture you gave me was causing trouble, so I opened the basement door that night to take it out and take a closer look.
As a result, guess what I saw?
I saw those two dead sheep!
They appeared inexplicably in the locked basement, and only their heads and bones were eaten...
And that weird statue is right next to the sheep carcass, and it's covered in blood.
I stared at this strange thing, and the more I looked at it, the more I felt that it looked like the terrifying monster that appeared in my dream.
By the way, my friend, I am not urging you to pay back the money. If you can, can you come back and take this thing away as soon as possible?
If it didn't belong to you, I'd probably smash it long ago...
By the way, since I had the dream, I also found that there are always some sneaky guys wandering around the plantation. My employees thought they were horse bandits on the run, so they increased their patrols.
But I feel that those people...are here for your things.