Accustomed to the darkness, the sudden light made my eyes tingle, I closed my eyes, and only when I got used to the light point the size of a bean grain did I gradually widen my eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I was in a dark space of about 20 square meters, not high above my head, only about 2 meters, and I could clearly see the rock formation at the top, reflecting the stars in the light, probably some metal ore at work.

I took a sharp breath, and with the strength of that moment, I struggled to my feet, trying to find an exit, but even after I groped the rock wall in front of me, I couldn't find a single gap.

Could it be that the exit is at the other end? I slowly groped along the rock wall, and suddenly I was stunned, I didn't take a breath, I almost fell, and finally I stood firm, and finally saw a skeleton lying on a rock in front of me.

It's bones again, how many people have died here, could it be that those people have turned into unjust ghosts, and they have to pester the people who come in to accompany them to be buried?

I don't know why, but I was so jealous of the skeleton that I felt a chill in my heart, as if it would pounce at any moment. To be honest, I was also taken aback by my feelings, because it wasn't the first time I'd seen bones, and I had already been immune to these things, but I didn't know where the feeling came from.

I paused and decided not to approach it, to bypass it and look for an exit. The dark space wasn't big, and I touched all the walls, but I was stunned because I couldn't see, even if there was only a narrow crack.

The place was like a cage, and it was a cage without any entrances and exits, but it locked me inside, and there was nothing but me, oh, and the skeleton. Since there is no entrance, how did I get here?

Thinking of this, the back of my head ached for a while, and I endured dizziness, and touched the walls around me again, including the top of my head and the underground, but found that there were dense rock walls all around, and there was still nothing

By this time, the lighter was already burning hot, my fingers hurt, I let go, and in an instant I was plunged into darkness again. Although I was in the darkness again, my nervous and exhausted mind from fear and anxiety was relieved, and I began to analyze the situation at this time.

I believe there must be a reason for coming here, and although I can't remember that reason, since I can get in, I must be able to get out. But thinking of the bones that died here makes my heart uneasy, if he can get out, then why can't he get out when he is alive? Is it because of your own injury, etc., or is it because you have limited ability and can't find an exit?

Maybe you can find some useful help from that skeleton.

Thinking of this, I put the lighter back on and slowly leaned over. The skeleton was holding on to the rock with both hands, and seemed to be lying on its stomach and dying. I don't know if it's because of the confined space, but the clothes on my body are not rotten. It may have been dead for many years and turned gray and black, but it can still be judged from the style that it should not be a modern style, and it is a women's style.

Could it be that this dead woman is?

Although there was an inexplicable chill in my heart, in order to survive, I could not care about anything else, so I bowed to it, and after a few strange words in my heart, I reached over and rummaged through the pockets of its coat.

The feeling of the tentacles of the coat should be leather, but although the surface is intact, the inside is rotten badly, but as soon as the fingers are forced, they are all broken into pieces, and I have taken out a few places, and they are all empty.

My heart was half cold, but my hands continued to grope without giving up.

There are more pockets, it seems that there are hidden pockets inside, I leaned over one by one, until I touched the left inner pocket, there was a little coolness on my fingers, I clamped my fingers hard, and took out the things inside, but because of the excessive force, the coat on the side of the skeleton all turned into fragments, raising a puff of dust.

I choked on some and held my breath in a hurry, but I still coughed, and this skeleton has been dead for I don't know how many years, so I guess I can't inhale any deadly bacteria.

But I was curious about what I had gotten, and I didn't care about thinking about it, so I looked down and found that I was holding a pocket watch in my hand, which had been around for some years, and when I opened it gently, the hour hand in the watch stopped at 2:25, and I don't know if it was the time when the skeleton died before it died.

On the other side is a photograph of two people, very intimately leaning together. One is a man, about thirty years old, with a delicate face and very handsome; And the other one is a woman, very young, definitely no more than twenty-five, the more I look at it, the more familiar I feel, suddenly stunned, isn't this person Yang You?

Yang You in the photo smiled sweetly, her hair was tied into a ponytail, and she snuggled up to the young man tightly, but the more she looked at her smile, the deeper the chill rose in her heart.

I suddenly remembered Yang You, who followed the ghost soldiers into the gate of the underworld, that smile, but the more I thought about it, the more weird I felt, and my spine felt cold for a while.

Could it be that the skeleton in front of him is Yang You in the photo? Who is the one who has been dangling in front of my eyes, and who has been born and died with me in the ancient tomb?

Once the human mind is dead, it will go further and further down the wrong path, and even simple logic will be lost. I endured the burn of the lighter and tried to rummage through the pockets of my coat on the bones, but I found that the coat had been almost torn to pieces by me, and the rest was hanging on the dry bones, and I could see that there was nothing at a glance.

Now I am at the end of my life, both mentally and physically, and I am struggling to support only the only bit of desire to survive. I suddenly remembered that I had found a bronze plaque left by the strange man in the passage, and I reached under the stone where the skeleton was lying and touched it, and I did not know that I had touched something.

It was a thin notebook, and the paper notebook was more perishable than the clothes, and before I could completely pull it out, the part of my fingers had already turned into powder. Frightened, I let go, and at last, patiently, slowly pulled it out of the fragments of the coat under the bones.

The cover of the book has long been turned into paper powder.,I saw a lot of words on it.,The font is round.,Neat and clean.,It should be from a woman's handwriting.。 And on the top of the first page, I clearly saw a date that said June 15, 1934.

Could it be that this is a diary? I thought to myself, if this was a diary, then I might be able to find some information from it that would allow me to escape from here.

There are not many words on the first page, all of them are telling about some of the mood and preparations for departure, and there is a word mentioned many times in it, I don't know who it is? I looked at the words with some anger, could this he mean this skeleton, that is, the handsome man in the pocket watch.

When it came to the last sentence, it made me feel a little familiar, only to see the last sentence read: "I hope to cooperate with them is right, I want them to see that I am not just a rose living in a greenhouse." ”

It seems that the "Yang You" in front of him is doing risky things in a certain sense, otherwise his tone would not be so strong. It's just that the result is very tragic, she died alone in this confined space, and she didn't know how much mental torture she endured before she died, and she paid the price of impulse.

After reading the first page, I wanted to turn to the second page, who knows that after decades, this diary has not only been stuck together, but also rotted at the touch of a button, and no matter how careful I am, I cannot open the paper behind it.

I tried many times but it didn't work, and I was so anxious that my forehead and palms were sweating, and my heart was irritable, and the sweat on my fingers got on the paper and sticked. I was startled, and quickly withdrew my hand, and the notebook was taken by me, and it was turned over heavily, and it became the bottom side up.

Thankfully, the notebook didn't fall into pieces as I thought it would, but the bottom half cracked open, revealing a few lines of the last page.

"I can't do it anymore, it seems that he has not kept his promise to me. I see, it turns out that everything is an illusion, everything is an illusion......"