what the hell is

When the phone was connected, there was a vulgar male voice: "Hello? Old Liu, where did you die?"

As soon as I heard the voice, I knew who it was. He was a mutual friend of Li Damin and I, and we were both classmates in college.This kid claims that his second child is very big, and he is the boss in their dormitory, so we all call him the eldest child.The eldest child and Li Damin are family friends of three generations.The grandparents were soldiers together, and the fathers went to the countryside together. The family business cooperates with each other. The relationship is much better than that between me and Li Damin. The two of them played together until they grew up.

The eldest child has now inherited his father's company and has become a young boss. He wears suits and leather shoes every day, has shiny hair, and travels to various business and social occasions. He is really a man of the hour.

I haven't had much contact with him since college, we are not friends, and we can't talk together.Even if he's a billionaire, I don't pee on him.

I was so frightened by the phone call that I almost had a heart attack, so I said angrily, "Why are you looking for me in the middle of the night?"

"Do you know where Li Damin died?" He asked.

This kid's mouth is not ordinary, his mouth is "dead" when he opens and closes it.I said angrily, "I don't know."

"Come on, don't you know? You two are together all day. It's okay, no one cares about your shit. It's such a thing. Isn't Li Damin out of contact now? Their family is very anxious, just such a precious son. His mother found me and asked me if I knew my whereabouts. I was afraid that the old man would get angry, so I casually said that Li Damin had gone to a remote retreat to practice. Let’s speak with one voice, and if his family finds you, you can say the same.”

If the four words of retreat and cultivation are put on other people, they may feel ridiculous, but for Li Damin, this is not the first time.

He usually likes miscellaneous metaphysics. When he was in college, he spent a lot of money to buy some gossip, Heluo map, materials about catching ghosts and becoming immortals, and ancient relics of unknown authenticity. He was extremely interested.I have seen that he has a complete set of "Baopuzi Nei Pian" in his hand, which is completely like an ancient book, with yellowed pages and woven threads, and flowing brush characters inside, all written vertically Traditional.I looked it up and couldn't understand it, but he said that it was written by an old fairy named Ge Hong, and it was all about Taoism becoming a fairy.Of course, this is not the original work, but a reprinted copy from the period of the Republic of China. It cost him thousands of dollars for this counterfeit thing. It is said that it was collected from the rural areas of Henan during the holidays.

He not only sees, but also acts on.When he just graduated from university, he disappeared for half a year, and his family scratched the wall anxiously, thinking that he died in a foreign country or was trapped in some pyramid scheme and could not get out.Half a year later, he returned home in a state of desperation, his appearance was appalling, and the beggars were cleaner than him.He himself said that in the past six months, he went to a Taoist temple in Sichuan to retreat, saying that he wanted to "understand the Dao".

I think he was born in the wrong age, if he was born in the Qin and Han Dynasties, he might really be able to cultivate.

I withdrew my thoughts, spelled a few words with the eldest child, and hung up the phone.After being disturbed by him like this, my fear was relieved a lot. I wiped the sweat from my brow, cheered up secretly, and just wanted to scare myself.

I quickened my pace and ran up the stairs a few steps to the top.

Out of the stairs, there is actually a hole in the sky here, with a space of more than 100 square meters.I took a picture with a flashlight, and there were debris piled up in the corner, which seemed to be a small warehouse.The flashlight scanned around and saw two iron doors on the opposite wall.

The iron gate should have been old for a long time, it was full of rust, and the red paint on the surface had peeled off in many places.There are several circles of iron chains wrapped around the handle in the middle of the iron door, and a large lock is hung on it.The weirdest thing is that there seems to be something written in black ink on the iron door.

I walked over slowly, and carefully illuminated it with a flashlight, and saw that it was written in all directions: "The roof is dangerous, and it is strictly forbidden to open the door at your own risk!" The strokes flowed down, which looked particularly terrifying.

I walked to the iron gate and gently pushed it with my hands.After hearing a few sharp frictions of "creaking and creaking", the iron door barely pushed open a gap.I wanted to keep pushing, but my hands were tied tightly by iron chains, and I couldn't push anymore.I held onto the handle, squinted my eyes, and looked in through the gap.

The cold wind kept blowing in backwards, making me shiver all over.It was pitch black inside, I couldn't see my fingers, I couldn't see anything.

There was a dead silence around, I looked at it for a while and really didn't dare to look any more, and slowly closed the open iron gate.Take a long breath and comfort yourself, it's okay, go back to sleep.

Before I left, I scanned around with my flashlight again, but I didn't see anything unusual, so I was about to go downstairs.At this moment, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

In my impression, there seems to be no ceiling here.

This is of course impossible, it is so cold and windy outside now, and it is very warm here, it is absolutely impossible to be out in the air.

Thinking of this, I slowly raised my head and illuminated it with the strong light of the flashlight.It's okay not to look at it, but I'm a little creepy when I look at it.

The design of this building is indeed very weird. It's not that there is no ceiling, but the ceiling is extremely high, at least six or seven meters from the ground.

In an ordinary building, one floor is about three meters long, but the ceiling here is two stories high.Not only is it tall, but its shape is also a bit strange. The edge of the highest part of the ceiling is in a trapezoidal progressive shape, as if the top floor of the open air is built first, and then a larger canopy is built to cover the whole outside.

The overall shape of the ceiling is long and strip-shaped. Do you know what I thought of? I thought of coffins and outer coffins.

There is no need to explain the coffin, it is a device for burying the dead, and many people may not know that the outer coffin is an outer coffin outside the coffin, which is equivalent to another large coffin set outside the coffin.In ancient times, coffins were used to show status, not for ordinary people to use.

I'm just an ordinary white-collar worker, and I don't know Feng Shui at all. The only source of knowledge is those half-baked tomb robbery novels on the Internet.

If I don’t understand it, I don’t understand it, but subconsciously I feel that there must be something wrong with this building.The design of many details is contrary to common sense. As the saying goes, abnormal things are demons.This place is so eerie and eerie, could it have something to do with Ma Danlong?

The more you think about it, the more you feel unfathomable, completely beyond cognition and imagination.I looked at my watch, it was past nine o'clock in the evening, it was so late before I knew it, I'd better go back to sleep.

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly saw something in the corner.There are so many sundries, the reason why that thing attracted my attention is because it seems to be a person.

I took a picture with my flashlight, and it turned out that it was a doll.

I walked over to pick it up, and this doll looked horrible, its whole body was wrapped airtight with white tape, it looked like a mummy, with many pins densely inserted into its body.

I was so scared that I let go, and the doll fell to the ground.There is cold sweat on his forehead, and he often watches horror movies. This bit of common sense is still there. This doll looks so weird. Could it be a voodoo villain?

This kind of voodoo villain has been used by almost any evil cult, including the prince in the palace of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty in China, the top ten sorcerers in Thailand, the voodoo cult in Haiti, and even the primitive tribes of Africa. have used.To put it simply, this kind of weird rag doll can reflect the soul of others, and the caster can dispose of it at will even thousands of miles away.

All in all, there was something sinister and evil about this thing.

Under the spotlight of the flashlight, the voodoo villain lay face down on the ground, his body arched high by the needles. In a momentary illusion, he seemed to be alive.

This stuff makes people panic and can't tell what it feels like.I fiddled with my feet, and the little man turned over and was on his back.What's this?Suddenly noticed something seemed to be written on it.

I knelt down to look carefully, and on the villain's face, I wrote two words vertically with a red dye of some kind: Guan Feng.

It seems to be a male name.Who the hell did this?To curse a person with such vicious means.Guan Feng, I muttered silently, your brother can ask for blessings.

The more I look at this thing, the more fucking awkward it becomes. The person who does this lacks great virtue.I was so angry that I kicked this little man away, and it spun and fell into a dark corner and disappeared.

When I came down from the stairs, I was sweaty and exhausted, as if I had just come out of a sauna.I dragged myself to the door, unlocked it and walked in.The hall was dark, and I didn't bother to turn on the light. I sat on the broken sofa and rubbed my face.

My mind was full of the bandaged doll, and the more I thought about it, the more sick I became, and my stomach was overwhelmed.I couldn't control it, so I rushed to the toilet and vomited profusely.

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