"Ahhh

I was drenched in cold sweat, and I woke up suddenly, and subconsciously touched my hot face and sweaty arms and limbs.

Sitting on the bed, gasping for breath.

"Whew..., it turns out that TM is a nightmare".

I lay back on my bed and thought quietly for a while, but the memories of yesterday had become hazy in my mind.

Under the bed sat a can of beer that had been opened, and the whole room smelled of alcohol.

"Oh no, I almost forgot to get down to business."

I opened my eyes suddenly, and then I remembered that when I had an adventure in the underground of the police station, the black jar that I had sacrificed my life to take out was still in Lao Yan's place.

I picked up the phone next to the bed, and was about to dial the number, but I saw a box of old-fashioned tapes pressed under the phone.

Lao Yan said that he was very sorry and guilty for secretly hiding the miniature camera on my body at the beginning, and then divided the video into two parts.

One was given to my superiors, and the other was left to me.

With a wry smile, he took out a small iron basin from under the bed, tore open the packaging bag of instant noodles, and the hot water rushed down.

The lid was slammed shut, and I usually don't give a damn about this three-minute meal.

"Kill."

The tangy fragrance reverberates on the tip of the nose and mouth.

"Poof..."

A mouthful of blood ran down my throat and almost spit out of my mouth, and I endured the sharp pain in my throat, and then covered my hand with my hand for fear of staining the bowl of instant noodles in front of me.

I remember when I first found out that I had cancer, it was also like this when a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Black blood trickled down the corners of my mouth, and I dragged my exhausted body to find the trash can.

I stumbled upon an old, yellowed photograph on the ground.

My heart couldn't help but tremble, and I hurriedly reached out and picked it up.

Looking at the pretty back on the black and white photo, it seems that even my heart melts.

Desperately wiped the stains off the photo with his sleeve, but suddenly found that on the back of the photo, there were two beautiful small print.

"Xiao Yue".

"Little... Who is Xiaoyue. "The memories in my head were rolling in my mind, but I couldn't remember them.

Shaking his head, he carefully put the photo in his arms.

The old-fashioned tape that Lao Yan gave me is still lying quietly on the pillow.

I chuckled in my heart, and I couldn't help but be a little curious.

Why would someone as serious as him put something so important in an old-fashioned tape?

After all, it's almost impossible to find a player that can match something like this antique.

"Oh, I see."

"This guy can give me such an important video, except for guilt in his heart, he actually doesn't want me to know the contents."

"That's why I deliberately came up with such a problem to make things difficult for me."

"Hahaha."

I chuckled a few times and muttered to myself at the dusty vintage player in front of me.

"Old Yan, old Yan, I want to see what tricks you are playing with me."

When I think of the horrific experience in the police station, my mind is like a cracked riverbank, and thousands of thoughts come to mind.

"Although Lao Yan is an old criminal policeman, it seems that his performance is too unusual in that time."

Especially when I thought that after I fell into a coma, it was he who carried me out of the predicament little by little, and I couldn't help but have some doubts in my heart.

I know that all the answers are in this tape in my hand.

I didn't dare to delay for a moment, so I quickly slipped it into the old-fashioned player.

It wasn't until a white snowflake pattern appeared on the screen in front of him that he sat back on the bed.

I remember that I borrowed this thing from the landlord when I was bored.

It was only then that things changed, and she never came back on her trip again, and I gradually forgot about it.

The screen in front of me flickered and the light lit up as time passed.

I looked at the contents of the tape intently, and gradually felt a little impatient, but I was actually very clear in my heart.

I just want to know how Lao Yan escaped from Ascension in such a strange environment with me and the black jar on his back after he fell unconscious.

"Whew... Call.... ”

The rapid wheezing sound of the first scene on the screen gradually pulled me back to my real thoughts.

I looked at the almost indistinct darkness, and I only thought it was two tall figures, and my tired body was moving towards the darkness little by little.

In addition to some vague air impurities floating at the lens, there are more countless black lines in front of the camera view.

I'm wondering, why is the camera so weird?

I subconsciously touched my hair, and then suddenly realized that Lao Yan should have hidden the camera in my hair.

The empty room was littered with garbage.

Perhaps it should not be called "garbage", after all, the state has introduced a new policy of turning waste into treasure.

And I am also actively responding to the call above, "Turn waste into treasure, start with me." ”

Looking at the familiar experiences, I was really impatient in my heart, and I happened to know whether this "old antique thing" that was about to drop the scum had a fast-forward function.

I could only pick up the instant noodles next to me and eat them with my head down.

Finally.

Time passed minute by minute, and the picture in front of me seemed to change from two people to one person.

Lao Yan carried me unconscious on his back, and walked through the sea of corpses with a black jar in one hand.

The Japanese samurai with strips of cloth tied to their heads have been transformed into dried corpses with the passage of time, exuding the smell of decay.

The hollow eye sockets seemed to roll in the darkness, and I stared intently at the screen.

Seeing Lao Yan grit his teeth, even the black police uniform on his whole body became tattered, and he was holding the jar in one hand, as if he wanted to throw it away several times.

But they all held back, and the air blowing in front of me was slightly impurities and dust, and I seemed to be able to smell the heavy musty smell through the screen.

"Poof."

Suddenly, the picture in front of me went dark, accompanied by a heavy sound of landing, and I seemed to hear Lao Yan's deep voice, shouting "Oops" in the dark.

I rubbed the head of the bed, trying to see the scene on the screen, only to realize that there were no more dried corpses around the video.

It was empty, but there was a little bit of light.

I stared at the screen and watched intently as Lao Yan got up from the ground little by little.

After looking for my position, they hurried over to check if I was hurt.

As I looked at the scene in front of me, I couldn't help but wonder that there must have been a secret passage to the bottom of the so-called last level of hell at that time.

And Lao Yan was already very difficult to carry me, and in addition, the surrounding area was black, so he accidentally stepped on the air and fell in.

Suddenly, there was a crisp grinding sound in the player, like the black jar rolling on the ground, and the sound was getting farther and farther away.

Lao Yan in the picture also seemed to gradually realize the importance of this black jar, gritting his teeth and resisting me little by little.

Follow the sound little by little, chasing in the strange unknown space.

Suddenly.

The sound of the jar rolling came to an abrupt end, and I, as a witness and a behind-the-scenes audience, couldn't help but be taken in by the strange and tense atmosphere.

Lao Yan's sweat ran down his cheeks, "ticking and flowing on the ground", and the picture in front of him turned, but it seemed to have come to a 180-degree turn.

I frowned a little, expecting the footage to be back on track after a while, but after waiting for a long time, it seemed that the rest of the video would be displayed at this angle.

I couldn't bear it, and I even had the idea of turning the TV around.

Just when I couldn't hold my hands back, I was ready to carry out such a "strange and funny plan".

The light in the picture gradually dimmed, and I was afraid of missing the slightest detail, so my eyes were fixed on the figure of Lao Yan on the screen.

At this moment he seems to have put me on the ground, and the visible angle of view is very low.

It's just that I can vaguely see a pair of middle-aged man's legs in the dark, walking back and forth in the dark.

"Boom."

Suddenly, a gloomy thunder exploded outside the window, and I was awakened back to reality.

I opened the curtains suddenly, only to find that it was the weather in March, which seemed to have become a little unusual.

Large dark clouds covered the entire sky, "boom...".

Another explosion sounded.

Soybean-sized raindrops mixed with hail crackled on the windows.

Looking out the window, I watched as the expressionless pedestrians on the street quickened their pace, turning from walking to running.

The trees on both sides of the surrounding road have turned black and white from the loss of sunlight.

Just like the color that dwells in my heart, it exudes coldness and weirdness.

"It's... It's raining heavily on this March day, and it's a fucking weird thing."

I cursed angrily and gradually closed the curtains, only to hear a scream from the TV.

"Hell... Hell. ”

The sound was from the video on the tape, and I was afraid of missing any details, so I turned around suddenly.

But when I saw the whole picture, it was fixed on an extremely terrifying face.

It appeared to be a glass jar filled with formalin, with a yellowed, viscous liquid flowing back and forth.

And what scared me and Lao Yan a lot was the woman's head in the jar.

The head of a short-haired woman, swollen and whitish in the bottle.

In the dark light, you can faintly see the bowl-sized wound on the erection neck and a little lightened blood.