Daomu Biji

This is a mysterious basement of a mysterious sanitarium, where a mysterious woman has done some incredible behaviors. Well, since she has lived here, she will always leave clues. If you can find out a little, you may be able to understand the truth of some things. Even if it is useless information, I can know how her life and mental state were at the time.

I know almost nothing about what happened in this nursing home, and all the clues are important to me.

I started searching, and as long as it was something I could see, I would take a look.

The building here is very low, my body is quite depressed here, but the lighting of the lighter is more useful, and it can shine very far. I have looked around for a while and decided where to start.

In the blurry black and white image of the videotape, you can not freely view the whole picture and details of the room, but now you can, the things you see are more intuitive. I first imagined how real Huo Ling combed her hair. It was quite scary. She shook her head and diverted her attention.

This zippo in my hand can continue to burn lighting, but it is so hot that I can't hold it as long as I pinch it up a bit, I found a rag from the table, wrapped it and continued to use it.

Under the faint fire, I first looked at the wall. The walls of this room were painted with white mortar on all four walls. Now they are covered with dust. A wooden stick with a hook on the wall near the door is used. Where to hang clothes. Under the wooden stick is a newspaper attached to prevent the hanging clothes from touching the white dust on the wall. The wooden stick came over and it was a cabinet with no door. This should be the place where Huo Ling changed clothes. There is nothing in it now. When I looked closer, I found that the cabinet seemed to have been scratched by something, and it was full of nicks.

There is nothing on the wall on the other side, only the wire hanging on it is already gray, and there is a door hole connecting to the next room on one side. I do n’t know if it was not sealed when it was built or it was later given to someone. The room opposite was empty.

Opposite the cupboard, there are two writing desks arranged side by side, piled on top of them, it seems to be some newspapers and garbage that I can't see clearly. A large amount of paper was stuck on the wall beside the writing desk, all covered with dust.

I blow off the dust and look over one by one. I found that the content posted on the wall was very trivial. I saw the electricity bill in the 1990s and some nonsense numbers that were handwritten down. These pieces of paper, which have almost become an integral part of the wall, should have been handy as the phone book at that time, because I remember that the phone was placed in this position. But now it is gone, only a broken telephone line is left.

These things can't give me any information, I can only know that she used electricity while living here. I sighed and started rummaging through the papers on the table.

The paper is all in the dust, and the smoke of anime sky, I can't control so much, opened it one by one, the inside of the paper has been rotten, and there are small scorpions that disturb me, but these things Compared with Xue Maozi in Changbai Mountain, I was a little brother. I quickly turned the paper out and took out a few books from inside.

Took it out and shook it, and I found that it seemed to be a large manuscript paper book. It was used to write manuscripts when there was no computer. What was written on it.

I turned it over and saw three lines on the first page:

Back room two-three.

Numbering

Category: 20, 93, 39,

What does it mean? I said to my heart, what file number seems to be, is it a handwritten document or classic?

Turned over the first page and found that it was not. On the second page, it turned out to be a picture, or a ballpoint pen, and it was rather scribbled. I couldn't even see what was being drawn.

I settled down and recognized it carefully. After five or six minutes, I realized that it was an ancient figure painting, but this person obviously did not paint. The figure was almost out of shape and looked abnormal. Weird, the ancient figure, unlike human, is like a fox with a long mouth.

There are still a lot of incredible lines drawn around the figure. After I saw that the ghost thing was a person, the meaning of these lines also appeared. It should be the background of the figure painting.

I couldn't help laughing, and I said what it was, was it Huo Ling's sketch? Her hobbies are quite extensive.

Turned over, and turned thirty or forty pages in a row, all of which were such pictures. If there is no text, I will put it down and read another one. It is the same, except that the content on the first page is different, and all the pictures are similar. I don't know what it is, so I piled it on one side and continued turning the paper. It turned out that there was nothing below, only to find a few pieces of cloth similar to rags, not even a piece of paper with content.

I scolded again, and said that when they left, they might have taken away all the information.

But I do n’t give up, so I do n’t believe there is nothing left. I sat in the position where Huo Ling combed her hair, took a break, and then opened the drawer in front of me to see what was in the drawer.

It was the middle of the writing desk, the largest drawer under the countertop. When I pulled it, I felt there was a door. His mother ’s drawer was locked and it felt heavy.

Generally, I do n’t lock the abandoned furniture after I move, and this feeling shows that there may be something in it. I am excited. This kind of lock couldn't help me. I stood up, took off a coat hook behind the door, inserted it into the drawer slot, and pressed down firmly. The gap in the drawer was enlarged at once, and the lock tooth was taken off. , I pulled the drawer out as soon as I pulled it.

As soon as I picked up the lighter, I YES, the drawer was full, and I placed the lighter on the side of the drawer and started rummaging.

This must be a woman ’s drawer, there are a lot of trivial debris in it, it is very messy, apparently when I left, I have taken away the useful things, leaving the wooden comb, the small cake of the 1990s Makeup box, a thick stack of "contemporary film" magazine. These old magazines have a long history. I remember when I was a child, I read them as yellow books and periodicals. There are also black iron hairpins, many empty envelopes and an empty photo album.

There are a lot of envelopes, but they are all unused. I patiently opened them one by one and looked at them. There was nothing in them, and there were no photos in the album. It can be found that it was definitely let go, but they were all taken away. .

Then, I turned over those old magazines, page by page, very carefully, but still did not find it.

I fell to the chair and leaned down regardless of the dust on it. I looked a little tired and looked at the opposite side of the table through the dim lighter light. It was dark and quiet and my heart was disappointed. Obviously, if this seat belongs to Huo Ling, the woman is quite careful, and she leaves the clue intentionally.

The cold around me was already saying hello to me. I gritted my teeth and couldn't give up. His mother, Roger's Law, it's impossible to leave nothing behind, I can definitely find out! I encouraged myself again. Although I was a bit desperate, I pushed the drawers one by one and got up to look at the desk opposite.

There was no chair opposite, and I bent down and found that the largest drawer in the middle was still locked. This was a bit strange. I repeated the trick and pried the drawer open.

I thought the scene I saw would be the same as before, and I still had to turn the clues in the garbage dump. However, to my surprise, this time I pulled it out, but the drawer was very clean, empty, and there was nothing. Only in the middle of the drawer was a large yellow envelope, bulging, with A paper. It's so big, it's right there, as if it was deliberately put up, waiting for me to see it.

"Huh?" I moved my heart, realized what I was, and picked it up immediately.

This is a kind of labor insurance envelope of the late 1980s. The material is made of kraft paper with a faded Mao Zedong head. After touching it, I noticed that there is something very thick inside, but it has been damp and feels burrs. It's prickly and very soft. There is no text on the envelope.

I felt that there was a door. I quickly turned over and opened the envelope. When I dig in, I took out an old work note like a big magazine.

I froze for a moment, opened the cover, and found that on the first page of the notebook, there was a very handsome pen running script:

I don't know which of the three people you will be, no matter who you are, when you come here to find this envelope, I believe it has been involved.

The video tape is the last insurance program we set up. The video tape is sent out, which means that the person who keeps the video tape has not been able to contact me. Then, it means that I have died, or "it" has found me. I have already Left the city.

No matter what kind of situation, it means that I may die in the near future, so the video will guide you to come here and let you see this note.

This note records our hard work and experience for more than ten years of research. I will leave it to you, and you can know what you want to know from it.

However, I want to remind you that the contents inside involve some huge secrets. I have vowed to bring these into the grave, but in the end I still can not keep my promise. After reading these secrets, you will be lucky and unpredictable.

Chen Wenjin

September 1995