Daomu Biji

After the fat man went up, I heard all kinds of sounds-his coughing sound, the dragging sound of various things, these sounds lasted a total of more than ten minutes.

I finally waited impatiently below and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? What is the situation? How are they?"

I am very upset. When I heard the old lady and the younger brother were there, my heart was already tight. Then the fat man told me again that I might not be able to accept it.

Can I really not accept it? Not necessarily, I really do n’t think so. When I entered the ancient building, I already told myself very clearly in my heart that I was likely to face some death-I had such a prejudgment. On a larger level, I have been doing the psychological construction of their death from the beginning. Therefore, I can face death, but the process is not particularly comfortable.

I asked several times before the fat man looked up and said to me: "Come on."

I said that you would just die casually, is there any problem? I had to go up and watch it myself.

I reached out and grabbed the fat man, pressed the edge of the charred coffin, and tried to climb up.

Above is a very very small mezzanine, about one meter two and three layers high. I saw that it was full of people, all of them in the ranks of Granny Huo.

There is an indescribable smell in the whole interlayer. The smell of **** urine, the smell of rotting, has almost been mixed into indistinguishable.

I covered my nose and mouth and saw traces of dried liquid on the ground. The liquid should have flowed from the place where these people lay, and had dried on the wooden floor, leaving a deep red mark.

The fat man kept coughing and said to me, "Basically all dead."

I looked around, it was difficult to recognize these people in the dark. The first thing I recognized was Mrs. Huo because her characteristics were very obvious. I crawled over and came to her. I found that she had been dead for quite a long time. Even her eyes had become cloudy, turned into amber-like color, her mouth opened wide, and her facial expression looked particularly uneasy.

She must have died quite unwillingly, I said. I sighed, to be honest, I have no feelings for Mrs. Huo, but she is an elder after all, and seeing that the person she knew turned into a corpse, I still couldn't restrain the sadness in my heart.

Continue to look at the side, I saw several faces I know, but now they are all stiff. After death, feces and urine flowed. All the good players who have been on the scene in normal days have now become this look, which is a bit unsightly.

"Brother?" My heart has completely sunk, knowing that everything is over. Although unlike what the ghost said, they seem to have found a place where they can avoid alkaline mist, but the result is the same.

Surprisingly, I didn't feel sad, but I could feel a very strong emotion, which would spew out at any time. This emotion transcended all feelings. Its name was called "collapse". But I suppressed it abruptly. I don't know if my ability to escape reality has grown to a certain level, or my thinking can't accept this kind of information and chose to bypass myself.

The fat man photographed the corner next to it with a flashlight. There was a pile of clothes, and said to me: "Don't look at it first. Let's see if there is anything valuable here. It's too stinky here."

I swear in my heart: "Can you be more merciless? The younger brother is dead, and your mother is still smelly." Thinking about it, she walked over and pulled off the clothes over there. I saw my brother's face shrunk in the pile of clothes.

I froze for a moment, and suddenly stiffened, at that moment, my mind became blank.

I can't describe the kind of blank in my heart, and suddenly I don't know what I should do.

died?

Joke.

Is really dead? Hello, what kind of international joke is this?

"Wake up and go home." I patted his face. Suddenly I felt funny. I turned my head and smiled at the fat man: "Look at my brother."

"I know." The fat man said aside, his voice low.

Then, my hands began to shake without my control. I looked at my hands and found that there was no sadness in my heart. My consciousness did not react, but my body had instinctively felt despair.

He said that your mother's seat is real, really **** dead, sullen oil bottle really **** dead!

There is still such a thing in this world, even the oil bottle will die.

This Zhangjia ancient building is really amazing. I always thought that ghosts were alarmist, but now I just feel that the world is turning.

The oil bottle is a miracle. His death suddenly makes people feel that the whole world has become extremely real and cruel. Can't all miracles be eternal in this world? In other words, there was no such thing as a miracle. Everything was a coincidence, and now the coincidence is finally gone.

After a long time, I began to feel a touch of sadness. I can feel that my instinct is strongly suppressing the collapsed emotions, but there are still various uncomfortable feelings leaking out of the emotional "pressure cooker". I feel that I can't let my emotions go. Once sad, I might die here.

I feel very strange in my heart, not only sad, but I do n’t know if other people can understand my complicated mood.

First is despair, then more is a distrust of what I see in front of me. My mind was blank for a long time before the emotions in my heart turned out.

I always thought about how I would feel if the stuffy oil bottle died. I thought maybe it was extremely sad, maybe I would become a little numb because I thought too much and did too many psychological constructions, and felt that I could bear it. Now I have really encountered it, but it has become a strange mood that I can't handle myself.

After this, I have been in a struggle, not knowing whether I should be sad, or pretending to be calm, and holding back the pain, and finally the former slowly prevailed. I didn't do anything beside his body, just stared blankly.

But when I just felt that tears were about to shed, I suddenly saw the manual of the oil bottle and scratched on the floor!

The fat man shouted on the side: "What are you doing? Stop watching, come and help quickly!" My tears still fell due to inertia, but the feeling in my heart was extremely complicated. , He seems to be a corpse! "

"I depend, brother can deceive the corpse, that should be the best dumplings, the king of dumplings." The fat man said, "You don't **** bullshit, hurry."

"He, him, he is really a corpse!" I said, and suddenly there were countless associations in my heart. I thought what would I do if my brother really became a zombie. Are we going to steal a tomb with a zombie? That ’s not tomb robbing, it ’s a diplomatic activity.

The fat man looked at me with a strange expression, and asked me, "What is the situation?" He walked over. Only a few steps later, suddenly, another corpse moved beside him.

The fat man was not afraid, and went straight to my side. I pointed to the corpse he passed by and stammered: "That man also moved. This is a corpse? They have all cheated."

"What a corpse, these people are still alive." Fatty said.

"Alive?" I can't understand. The fat man said: "I didn't say that all are dead here! Many people are alive, but the situation is not very good. Hurry up and see if there is anything useful around you-water, medicine or something, living people Feed some water. "

I realized that what he just said was what he meant, and scolded: "You didn't say it early, I was scared to death!"

"I'm not like you. You're thinking about life and death, but what I'm thinking about is saving a few people." The fat man said, "Brother's pulse is still stable. I just touched it. A few of them are definitely not working. Hurry up and rescue by the way. "

I glanced at the little brother, his face was very pale, and it looked the same as the surrounding corpses. I went up and touched his neck and really had a pulse.

However, his pulse was not strong, obviously his physical condition was already very bad. In an instant all my emotions receded like a low tide, and the whole person softened. I almost fainted as soon as my eyes were dark, and I said that the dog's day was terrifying. The fat man patted his hand again, attracting my attention: "Save people quickly, brother, it's okay, don't patronize the brother, these people are raised by my parents."

The fat man is right, in this case, if you do n’t save other people but only the younger brother, it is also a violation of my own principle.

I took a deep breath and let the feeling of fatigue caused by the dramatic changes in my emotions dissipate and calm down.

I walked over to those people, and turned over the kettle from them—the water inside turned a little bit off for a long time. We put disinfectant medicines inside, and then one by one to find those who still have pulse and body temperature, and feed them one by one to drink water. Those people have almost no consciousness, and their bodies have weakened to the limit. Some are exactly like corpses.

"What is the reason? Is it poisoned?" I asked the fat man.

The fat man ripped off the hair and collar of these people. I saw their already festered skin.

"You see that many gaps here are filled with cloth strips and oil wax, which basically seals the area. Although the amount of mist here is very small, the mist is still very toxic. Staying here for a long time will also Slowly inhale a lot, it will still be poisoned, "said the fat man." You fall into potassium cyanide in one second, and you breathe in potassium cyanide in one second. This is a reason. "

"You who don't have a culture don't know potassium cyanide," I said.

"Of course, everyone who has read detective novels knows it." The fat man said, "Potassium cyanide and Huo Yuanjia are both my idols."

I said, "What about these people? Do you see if there is anything that can be used in the medicine they bring?"

"If they are available, they have been used for a long time. But you found that they are not wearing gas masks. It seems that gas masks are not useful for this kind of gas."

I feel strange ─ generally in this case, people who can wear a gas mask will definitely wear it, even if it is useless, it is better to ask for psychological comfort. I saw several gas masks scattered all around. I don't know what happened.

"This is how it was when you came up?" I asked. The fat man nodded.

I think it ’s wrong, saying, “You ’re wrong, they must have been wearing gas masks before. But obviously someone has found this place, some people have checked their faces, and want to see who died, so they put on the gas mask. Take it down. "

The fat man nodded when he heard it, "It makes sense, who is it?"

I thought about it and thought that the most likely thing was that their opinions diverged. The team was divided into two parts-one part might be led by a stuffy oil bottle and the other part was led by Mrs. Huo. Then, Mrs. Huo encountered some danger and came over to save them. When I arrived, I found that Mrs. Huo was no longer good, and the oil bottle was trapped.

Therefore, the talents here have two different states, one is dead and the other has a last breath. The stuffy oil bottle must have been poisoned after coming in. But the poison mist should have dispersed, so he removed the gas masks of these people and wanted to see who these people were.

I think that according to the current situation, this is the most likely to happen. However, when I thought about it, I realized that it was wrong-it might have been Jude Kao's, and came here and found it.

I remembered that Brother ’s knife was in Judeka ’s hand and said that it was brought out by one of the guys. It seems that the guy should have been here. Even if he hadn't been there, someone must have brought the knife out of here and gave it to him.

I remembered the dreadful look of that man and his eyes, but still felt strange in my heart. No one knows what that kind of eyes mean, and I can't verify it now.

We looked around this secret room and found a secret door where we could go out. This should be a compartment where some regular burial objects are stacked. When I opened the door, I found that the door was full of things-all kinds of strange blue and white porcelain bottles. However, the most valuable thing is not the porcelain bottle itself, but the calligraphy and painting wrapped in the porcelain bottle. All of these things were piled randomly outside the secret room.

I can see at a glance why there is such a secret room and why Mrs. Huo came into this place. Because this is a calligraphy and painting room, it may be filled with various precious calligraphy and paintings. If these calligraphy and paintings are soaked in the strong alkali mist, it is absolutely impossible to preserve. At that time, the style of the Zhangjia Ancient Building was designed to protect this calligraphy and painting. This sealed cabin was specially designed.

Granny Huo must have found the room only after looking at the layout of Lei.

Is really a master. If it weren't for this move, they might have completely melted by now. I can only see a lot of bones full of dried meat. At that time, I could only judge which one was a stagnant oil bottle based on the length of my bone fingers.