Our lunch was settled at a noodle restaurant near the art class. During the meal, the art teacher called us to inform us that there would be a general still life sketch exam in the afternoon class. So, we can go back two hours late.

After sending Qi You back to the art class, L and I went to a nearby forest park, or more precisely, the first half of that forest park — there were mountains and water, wide mountain roads, gym equipment, water fowl in the lake for people to feed, and no admission fee was required.

L, like me, is a kid who likes weird and weird things. Coupled with another high school friend, Han Tsai, the three of us often go on adventures in ancient houses or abandoned temples before going out to sketch.

Of course, as for the first half of this forest park, we have already visited it.

The most interesting thing here is probably the entrance to the two bomb shelters.

One of them was surrounded by barbed wire, and the inside of the bomb shelter was spacious, and the inner space was locked by a tall valve. In the space accessible to ordinary people, there are traces of the fire burning, and there are some fragments of yellow rune paper, on which are sketched symbols of unknown meaning.

This must be the mark left by some people playing supernatural games.

The three of us guessed at the time.

As for the other entrance, it is located in a more secluded position, hidden at the bottom of the mountain. Above it is a pedestrian bridge built between two mountains, not far below which it is.

The entrance to this bomb shelter was a metal gate of the more common style, and above the gate, at the height of a person's chest, there was a circular ventilation valve about sixty or seventy centimeters in diameter.

Actually, I don't know what the scientific name of this thing is, so let's just call it "ventilation valve".

The door is locked, but the ventilation valve can be flipped upwards. The only way to get in is through this valve, like the game we used to play as kids to drill a hula hoop – one leg steps in, then bends down and lets the body in, then the other leg.

I was not in Dalian when I first discovered the entrance to the bomb shelter, but L went in with another good friend I mentioned earlier, Han Zai, and they saw a lot of household garbage, quilts, what kind of lace, and, a human fetus.

It's a fetus, not a baby, the kind of flesh and blood blurred.

As a result, L and Han Tsai didn't eat all day.

The next day, when I returned to Dalian and heard about it in the art class, I dragged L and Han Tsai to go again.

Strangely, the fetus was gone, and even the ventilation valve had been locked from the inside with a pencil-lead-thick wire, the kind that required the use of tongs to bend. I could only see a small part of the scene through the narrow space in front of the valve and with the help of a flashlight.

The ventilation valve was locked by thick wire in a circle and in such a delicate way that a man could never do it outside the gate of the dugout, unless there was a third place in his arm where he could turn in addition to his elbow and wrist.

This is actually a very scary thing to think about - the ventilation valve is not locked on the outside, then it can only be on the inside, so the person who locked the valve can no longer return from the original entrance, and he can only go deeper into the bomb shelter.

Deeper, L and Han Tsai had also entered, and what they encountered was still a dusty metal door that completely blocked their access to the inside of the bomb shelter.

How did this man open the door? It was unimaginable, and even if he had opened it with some tool, how he would have managed to find other entrances inside the bomb shelter that had been so far and wide.

I would have liked to use a tool to cut the wire around the valve and track it down, but I felt a sense of fear, a common human fear of the unknown.

I couldn't predict what I would face if I did that, maybe it was a false alarm, and I found a plausible answer to explain it all. Or maybe I won't have a chance to tell you this story here.

Seriously, I think I'm a good fit to write supernatural novels, if I can keep updating them.

"I'll go, Lao Xiu, the wire is gone!"

L's words pulled my mind back to reality.

Before we knew it, we were in front of the bomb shelter again. At this moment, L was cautiously lying next to the ventilation valve that was installed above the door, and his eyes were open and closed to it.

Suddenly, L suddenly retracted half a step back, and while he used his hand to make a silent gesture, he walked quickly to my side and whispered in my ear: "Old Xiu, go over and take a look, there seems to be someone inside."

What are you playing with!?

My eyes widened in shock, and I resisted the excitement and apprehension in my heart, and moved step by step, stepped forward, and pressed my upper body against the door of the bomb shelter. Then I took a deep breath, tensed up, and stooped my feet, in a position where I could run away at any moment, and then cautiously looked into the black circular cavity of the vent valve.

It's dark inside.

That was my first feeling, because my eyes couldn't adjust to the dim light inside the bomb shelter at the moment.

Then, after I looked at it for a moment, something a little lighter came into view, but I couldn't tell what it was.

Immediately afterwards, two round black objects caught my eye, and I looked at them with great effort, but it was as if I saw my own image on their surface......

It's as if a person is able to see his own vision in his own eyes when he is close to the mirror......

They were a pair of eyes, a pair of human eyes like mine, and the lighter part was the human face.

"I'm rubbing!!"

I jumped backwards in fright.

This move scared L next to me into a clever one, and he couldn't even speak coherently for a while: "What... What's wrong!? ”

"There's someone in there! That S.B was also peeking at me just now! ”

I shouted.

"I'll go! Really fake!? As he spoke, L picked up a stone from the side with a neat movement, ready to make the first move when he saw that something was wrong.

I stared, unblinking, into the hole in the vent valve—

The first thing that appeared in my eyes was a fair-skinned, beautiful hand, and at this moment, this rather beautiful hand was tentatively groping outward.

For a moment, I couldn't help but think of the movie clip from "Midnight Bell".

I didn't have time to react, I subconsciously shouted: "Brother, smash it, don't let it out!"

And just as I said this, a magnetic voice that could not distinguish between men and women also came from behind the door of the bomb shelter: "Don't! Don't do it! I'm human, your uncle..."

"What are you doing in a daze, it! How can a monster admit that he is a monster! "I'll admit that I did get a little bit into the drama and managed to get myself into the horror game.

"Boom!!"

L's stone smashed into the air, crashing into the door of the dugout with a metallic reverberation.

Immediately after, a figure jumped out of the hole in the ventilation valve, with its arms in front of it and its legs behind it, crossing a clean trajectory in the air, and landing lightly like a dexterous feline, just like a police action movie, and L and I were stunned.

Before we could think about it, the figure had already raised its head, revealing a delicate and pretty face, a few strands of messy hair were scattered in front of the forehead, and a pair of heroic fox phoenix eyes glared at me and L, and asked in annoyance:

"It's really ruthless, which grandson did it?"

L and I blinked stiffly, then raised a hand in unison and pointed at each other in unison.

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