I looked around calmly, and when I heard the strange sound of the mechanism turning, I held my breath for a moment, and I didn't even dare to breathe.

It wasn't until I saw a narrow secret door appear in the darkness in front of me that I breathed a sigh of relief.

Suchak and I looked at each other, and the two of us were speechless, and he took the Japanese command knife hidden in the concrete wall in his hand.

With this thing, it inadvertently gave our two teams a bit of courage.

It's just that when he walked into the secret door with a gentle step, he was so frightened that he let out an ooan, and then he got into the stone door and disappeared.

Seeing this, I hurriedly chased after him, a little worried about his safety and even forgot to turn on the flashlight, so that when my feet were dangling in the air, I realized why he had suddenly disappeared in the secret door.

It turned out that the inside of the secret door was a downward slope of steps, and if you didn't pay attention to it, you would stumble and roll down, and you couldn't help but let out a scream, and you couldn't control your body that was about to fall and fell in.

Until the sharp pain of collision came from all over my body, and the pain made me instantly grin and freeze on the ground, not daring to move.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that I struggled to get up from the ground and turned on my flashlight.

In the dim light, a head soaked in formalin solution appeared in front of me, its eyes closed tightly, and its pale and bloodless face instantly startled me.

I struggled and hurriedly took a few steps back, raised the flashlight that I turned on, and realized that it was just a specimen soaked in a bottle.

When the flashlight swept over the surrounding scenes, there were completely strange scenes one after another, which instantly stimulated the tense nerves.

It appears to be an old abandoned Japanese military biochemistry laboratory, filled with glass bottles nearly a meter high.

The sights inside the bottle are even more eerie, some are human specimens split vertically, others are monsters pieced together from different corpses.

I even wanted to retch, but I squatted on the ground and kept throwing up, but I couldn't vomit anything.

Only then did I realize that after being trapped here, Suzak and I didn't get a drop of water, and we didn't carry any dry food with us.

At this time, Suchak was lying on the dim ground, convulsing, and I hurried over to find that his body had been cut by a broken medicine bottle.

At this time, blood was constantly flowing outward, and the blue liquid was splashed on the ground, and I didn't know what was once in this medicine bottle, which would make Suchak in front of him tremble.

The gusts of wind blowing in my ears accompanied by damp droplets of water fell to the ground.

Suchak struggled for a while, and began to scratch the skin of his body frantically with his hands, as if he was crawling with ants.

"Kill me, kill me."

He barely regained some sense, but his eyeballs seemed to be completely covered by the whites of his eyes like a severe cataract patient, and he couldn't see the black pupils at all.

In an instant I was so anxious that I reached out and took off his clothes in order to make him feel better.

Unexpectedly, a strange human face appeared on his chest skin, and I was so frightened that I almost fell to the ground.

"Quick... I can't stand it anymore. ”

After so many years of ups and downs, I, a man in my thirties, gradually restrained the fear in my heart and forcibly tied his waving hands together with a belt, for fear that he would do something excessive.

"What will happen to your daughter if you die!"

"In the unlikely event that your daughter has not died and has been struggling in the mountains waiting for your rescue in the past six years, aren't you going to take her home?"

My loud shouts seemed to wake up Suchak in front of him, and he gradually regained his senses little by little, and even his eyes became ordinary in an instant.

"Yes, daughter."

"I'm still going to take my daughter home, I can't die here."

Suchak was shaking as he leaned on the medicine shelf next to me, and I frantically searched for a potion that resembled the effect of an anesthetic.

I didn't expect that the endless road actually made me find morphine and syringes in glass bottles in the corner next to me.

Looking at Suchak, who was itching in front of him, it seemed that only this thing could calm the boiling blood in his body right now.

It's just that I don't know if there will be other toxic side effects after such a long time has passed, and the medicine in the bottle has long passed its expiration date.

I looked at Suchak in front of me, who seemed to be addicted to drugs, and hesitated to stick the medicine in the syringe into his skin.

He subconsciously looked at the strange pattern that suddenly appeared on his chest, and he was a little speechless in horror.

The broken vial was still on the ground, but the words on it were blurred, and it was impossible to tell what he was infected with.

In desperation, I remembered the diary in my arms again, which recorded too many strange events that happened here decades ago.

Maybe there won't be any clues about the curse on me or the poisoning of Suchak.

Suchak, who was leaning on the shelf, gradually regained some sense, and no longer scratched the skin on his body desperately, I lit a cigarette for him and put it in his mouth, hoping to let him use the cigarette to relieve the tense nerves.

I found a place that was still brightly lit, opened the diary I took out in my arms, and carefully translated the Japanese on it.

Unexpectedly, in the few remaining pages, there are too many strange secrets that no one knows, such as that they are not digging tunnels here for the sake of minerals.

It's about finding something mysterious.

During this period, the group of little devils even experimented on infected laborers in underground tunnels, and even many experiments deviated from the purpose of the plan.

Just for the sake of pure fun.

"These brutes."

I couldn't help but grit my teeth, looking at the thrilling content in the diary, and even some could feel the deep fear in the heart of the owner who wrote this diary in the first place.

The mastermind and person in charge of the tunnel construction decades ago was a Japanese named "Oda", who according to his diary was a complete fanatic Japanese militarist.

The biochemical experiments that appeared here were also carried out by his order.

I couldn't help but look up at the bloodstained iron bed in front of me and the glass container leaning against the corner, and I could even imagine that a group of Japanese devils in white biochemical suits had taken out the human organs of laborers and put them in formalin solution decades ago.

A gust of wind blowing in the basement blew across my face, and the thrilling words in the diary made me shiver like I had never felt before.

Suchak turned his head to inquire about the contents of the diary, and saw that he gradually returned to a flat face, as if the injected morphine had done its job, and I squatted down beside him.

Seeing his somewhat curious gaze, he did not shy away from translating the contents of the diary in front of him.

"I watched as they were pushed into the dug holes, and then the soldiers poured cement on them."

"Many struggled to escape, only to be killed with bayonets, and organs and blood flowed all over the ground."

"And in the face of all this, I could only stand in place, helpless, listening to the screams and wails of those innocent people, and little by little I was completely drowned by the constant pouring of cement."

"The most frustrating thing is that Oda Shaozo actually picked out a pair of twin girls and a slightly older Chinese from among the laborers, and even a little girl who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old."

"He took the four men to the laboratory and ordered the doctor to transplant the two girls together, cut many wounds on the elderly Chinese's body, and then sew the eyeballs with nerves excavated from the body into the wounds."

"Drown that poor little girl alive in formalin solution......"

When I saw this, I finally couldn't bear the collapse of my nerves, squatted on the ground and kept vomiting.