I didn't expect to almost trip over an unknown piece of iron in the corner, and I realized something was wrong.

In the dark, he hurriedly got up and reached out to grope for it, and stumbled upon an old diesel generator, with iron wires connected to it hanging straight above the tunnel, which seemed to be connected to the overhead lighting equipment.

In the dim light, it was dark and rumbling, and I couldn't see anything clearly, and I couldn't find the switch to start the generator for a while.

Suchak seemed to have stumbled upon something terrible in the pile of supplies in the distance, and he let out an exclamation in the darkness to summon me.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the voice was halfway out, there was no movement at all.

I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart, most afraid of something strange in this extremely strange dim light.

In addition, this place has been sealed with cement by the little devils of the year for decades, and the reason why they did this back then is unknown.

In the darkness, I listened to Suchak's strange voice and couldn't help but become more and more impatient, and scolded angrily that I shouldn't have gone into the hole so hastily.

The two should not be separated.

Unexpectedly, in a hurry, I found the hand crank of the diesel generator.

I struggled to turn the crank on it, and several deafening engine roars filled the darkness with the inexplicable smell of diesel.

Suchak, who had just suddenly stopped moving, made a "whine" sound not far from him.

It's like you've been attacked by something unknown, and you're being dragged into the tunnel.

"How so?"

I was so anxious that my body and forehead were covered with sweat drops the size of beans, which kept dripping on the ground.

However, no matter how hard I turned the switch of the diesel generator, the machine always made two symbolic noises, and it could not continue to rotate at all.

The chandelier overhead flickered a few times as the machine generated electricity intermittently, and I looked up and could vaguely see Suchak seemingly being pulled desperately by an invisible force.

He kept his head covered, as if there was an invisible person in front of him, dragging his hair deeper into the tunnel.

Once I had ascertained his approximate position, I let out a loud cry.

He simply stopped trying to start the generator and kicked open the black wooden box next to him, which contained a rifle.

This was the most widely armed Type 38 rifle of the little devil that year, and it was well preserved in the box, and the bullet was even wrapped in a layer of oiled paper.

I hadn't touched such an old bolt rifle in the team decades ago, but I instinctively pulled the bolt accurately.

Tremblingly, he stuffed a bullet into the chamber of the gun, and aimed at the location where he had just found Suchak.

Just wanted to pull the trigger, but was afraid that losing the accuracy in the dark would hurt Suchak, so he subconsciously raised the muzzle of the gun by two points.

The light of the bullet from the muzzle of the gun illuminated the surrounding scene, and in the darkness the shot seemed to cling to Sujzak's scalp.

Fly straight into the depths of the tunnel.

There was silence for a moment after the gunshot, and although he didn't hit any of the targets he saw, with his own intuition, this shot seemed to save Suchak from the invisible drag force.

I hurriedly grabbed my gun and ran towards Suchak's position.

It was blurred in the dim light, and he almost tripped and hit the ground.

"Are you alright?"

In the dark, I held his palm, and the two of them supported each other to their feet, but they didn't dare to separate half an inch.

Only in this way can he and I have a sense of security in this strange dark environment, for fear of encountering the situation we just got in again.

Suzak was panting heavily, and even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel that he was already sweating from his breath.

These are cold sweats that have been frightened alive, and until now I don't know what kind of force is at work.

But what I saw just now was really clear, and it was indeed like an invisible person hiding in the darkness, grabbing Suchak's hair and dragging him hard into the depths of the tunnel.

In the dark, I kicked open the wooden box next to me, reached out and touched a few round rumbling things from the box, and my heart shuddered.

Intuitively, it feels like this thing should be **.

I don't know if it will be able to detonate after so many years.

I wanted to find a rifle for Suczak, but I was afraid that he would hurt me and himself by shooting in the dark, so I simply took a few ** and stuffed them into his pocket.

He also found him a Type 38 rifle bayonet wrapped in oiled paper for self-defense.

What I didn't expect was that the two of them actually found a kerosene lamp from the corner of the wooden box next to them.

With this thing, I am no longer afraid that there will be no light source, and I really respond to the sentence that the mountains and rivers are exhausted.

I couldn't wait to light the oil lamp, and the dim light enveloped the area within a radius of half a meter.

The sharp blades gleamed in the light, and I attached a bayonet to my rifle.

This is the most well-equipped expedition, even the bullets and ** are carried with me, even if we encounter that brutal human centipede again, I dare to fight that thing desperately.

Suchak walked in the darkness with a kerosene lamp to illuminate the road in front of me, while I raised my rifle to load the bullet, always on the lookout for Zhou's movements.

The two of them walked along the railroad tracks under their feet through the unknown depths of the tunnel ahead, but they didn't expect that this time under the shroud of lights, nothing strange happened.

But I don't know why, but I always felt a little uncomfortable in my chest, and when I asked Suzak, he said that he didn't feel that way.

It may also be because I was too nervous just now, and the poisonous sore wound on my chest showed some symptoms of recurrence.

I didn't pay much attention to it, until I noticed a black-gray figure standing in the darkness in front of me, facing away from us in an extremely strange posture.

Seeing that it looked like a woman, I hurriedly shot without hesitation, after all, how could there be anyone alive except the two of us in this dim and dim tunnel left behind by the Japanese army.

The figure of this woman turned her back to us in a very strange posture, and she stretched out an arm to point to the dark depths of the tunnel in front of her.

It looks like he's giving us directions.

The bullet hit her and suddenly sparks, and we realized that it was a vivid stone statue.

It's just that the appearance of such a strange statue in this cold tunnel really makes people shudder, and there is an indescribable discomfort in the bottom of my heart.

Seeing that there was no danger, I approached with cautious steps, first touching the statue with my bayonet a few times, until I realized that it was really made of stone.

Only then did the heart that had been tense gradually relax.

But what I didn't figure out was why the little devil put a stone statue here, and she was carved so lifelike that she looked like a real person.

Suchak also walked over quickly with a kerosene lamp, and when the light shrouded the stone statue, I suddenly noticed that something was not quite right with the face of the stone statue in front of me.

It was blurry in the dim light, and I had a premonition that something was wrong, so I simply took the kerosene lamp from Suchak's hand.

I carried the lamp to the face of the stone statue in front of me, but I didn't expect this scene to almost scare me half to death.