Today, April 15th, the second day of coming in...

Seven men were walking along an open-air path, the side of which was covered with spiked barbed wire, and the smell of blood mixed with pig iron on the wire gave the top people a headache

There is no day or night here, the sky is always gray, and the light is sprinkled on the ground, like a stingy businessman who will never let money flow out of his fingers. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now the only thing that can tell the difference between day and night is the watches in the hands of a few people. The ticking hour hand above is still reminding everyone that time has not stopped. The sun and moon may still be in the sky, alternating back and forth.

In the evening, everyone simply rested, because no one could really rest well. They each lowered their heads, not knowing what they were thinking, and the name tag behind them was tightly attached to the wall, like a serious elementary school student in class, with a straight waist.

But they are definitely not because they will be praised by the teacher, but because they are afraid, a person jumps out of a black corner and tears the name tag behind them.

However, the consequence of all this has caused the current seven people, with huge black circles under their eyes, like dying prisoners, lined up in a row, with their two legs moving back and forth mechanically, constantly moving forward on this road.

On one side of the path, there is an eternal scenery, with dry trees stuck in the dirt, stretching their teeth and claws to the sky, as if they are praying for something, as if they want to drag the god standing at the top to hell.

On the other side of the path, tall pale gray buildings blocked half of the sky, and the chests of those who watched were tight, but fortunately, several people had begun to get used to it, this non-human creator.

After walking for more than an hour, a few people finally saw the end. There was nothing else, except for the Optimus Prime-like thing in front of me, standing tall in the sky. It's like the Leifeng Pagoda by the West Lake, which seems to be suppressing something dirty.

"What is this place?" Shao Zeyang raised his head high, looking at the hundred-meter-high cement pillar, and his neck made a clicking sound.

Wu Yu frowned, as if he was thinking, "Although Auschwitz is not small, there are only a few places, and I haven't been to Auschwitz, so I'm not sure." But if I'm right, this should be a crematorium. ”

The corners of Shao Zeyang's mouth twitched, "This is the crematorium?" Are you really sure that something that resembles a crematorium really needs to be that big? ”

Wu Yu shook his head and said, "In the real Auschwitz, of course the crematorium will not be so big, but will be built separately in different places. But after all, this is just a copy of Auschwitz, and don't forget the theme here, his original intention is not to copy completely, but to create, to create a hell. ”

"But even then, are you really sure this thing is a chimney?" Shao Zeyang was still a little unconvinced, looked at the tall hollow pillar, and said.

"Wouldn't it be nice to go in and have a look?" Wu Yu shrugged his shoulders, for a person like Shao Zeyang, he was too lazy to explain too much to him, anyway, it would be nonsense to talk to him too much, it was better not to say it, and directly confirm it.

Naturally, no one objected to Wu Yu's proposal. Although everyone is a little reluctant about the crematorium, it is better to go in and have a look than to wander around here.

Out of the path, the same blood-red ground was paved. Only then did everyone realize that there was another part under the huge chimney. The semi-circular base is a resting mess, like the arched back of a monster.

The semi-circular base, an iron door, seals it tightly. Thumb-sized iron nails nailed together countless fast steel plates, densely packed like wounds sutured after surgery.

"Hell is hell, and suddenly I feel that our school is pretty good." Shao Zeyang looked at the mixed cement and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Our school?" Wu Yu thought for a while, but still shook his head, "Our school relies on our homework and rolls to pile up, and it's still reinforced concrete here." ”

"Lao Wu is right." Wei Hao nodded, "Our school basically relies on our exam papers to pile up, if you accidentally click on it, it won't work to call 119." ”

"Listen to what you guys say." Shao Zeyang nodded in a good way, like a government official who wanted to express his opinion, "It seems to make some sense." ”

White eyes, countless white eyes smashed on Shao Zeyang's face. Shao Zeyang used the corner of the city wall to bear them one by one.

Wu Yu patted his forehead, he had already seen Shao Zeyang's face. And recently, this cheeky cultivation has become more sophisticated.

Gu Xing didn't care about the affairs here, but stepped forward. Fingers tapped on the iron plate, and a dull sound came out, "This thing is solid, are you sure you can push it away with a few of us?" ”

His words interrupted several people who were messing around.

Hearing his words, Wu Yu also ignored Shao Zeyang, took two quick steps, and came to the door. Two heavy iron doors, the handles on the doors are the thickness of human forearms, and Wu Yu can only barely hold them.

He slammed it hard, and the iron door remained motionless. Gu Xing, who was on the side, saw his movements, hurriedly walked over, held the bottom of the handle, and stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, full of elastic rubber, as if glued together with the ground.

"One, two, three!" A low shout came out of the mouths of the two people, and as soon as the last word "three" came out, the two people exerted their strength, and the soles of their shoes made a sound of rubbing against the ground.

The black rubber, gnawed off by the blood-red ground, bit by bit, black slag, escaped from under the soles of the two people's shoes, but they were imprisoned by the ravines of the ground.

Finally, there was a creaking sound at the shaft of the gate. The steel balls under the door pressed against the blood-red road, and a bright trace was revealed.

It was pitch black, as if the soot from the bottom of the pot had been sprinkled onto the ground.

The green tendons jumped on the heads of the two people, and their faces were flushed. A crack opened in front of the iron gate, and seeing this, several people behind him stopped watching and hurriedly ran over.

Fourteen palms pressed against the door, a creaking sound, and the small stones on the ground were crushed. But as the saying goes, there is strength in numbers.

The thick gate was quickly pushed open, and with a thickness of twenty centimeters, Gu Xing's body couldn't help but tremble. Even if this door is only cast with pig iron, its weight is not something that ordinary people can push, and if it weren't for the existence of steel balls under the door, even if seven people fought for their lives, it would be impossible to push it open.

A huge crematorium, but more like a fortress. Several people walked sideways through the crack in the door that had been pushed open.

It was empty, the ground was blue-gray, and it had been swept clean, but if you looked closely, you could still see messy footprints.