There was an eerie sound from the lab behind him, sounding like something wet, slowly moving along the ground.

I didn't even dare to look back, I was so anxious.

At this moment, he found that there was a small secret door hidden next to the tunnel.

The color of the secret door is almost the same as the wall, and it looks very hidden and not easy to detect.

Seeing the strange sound behind me gradually approaching, I had to kick open the secret door hard, and dragged the stiff and numb Suchak behind me into the house little by little.

Just as I was about to turn around and lock the secret door behind me, a foul and pungent smell of formalin solution passed through the crack in the door, and at the same time, a large yellow liquid flowed down the gap.

The strange sound of moving at the door was endless, and my heart almost rose to my throat.

The voice behind him fluctuated, as if something was slowly prying the secret door step by step.

I didn't lift my head and went down the tunnel to the depths, but I didn't expect the tunnel in front of me to be very narrow.

The surrounding area is full of traces of manual excavation, like a robbery hole dug in a hurry.

The pungent smell permeated behind me, Suchak lay on my back, and couldn't help but turn his head to look behind me, but I didn't expect this scene to scare him into paralysis in an instant, and even his body was shaking.

"Quick... Come on. ”

I carried him through the narrow tunnel, and I didn't know what he saw, but I vaguely guessed that the old man with eyes all over his body scared him.

There was a burst of light at the end of the tunnel, and I climbed as hard as I could until I reached the exit, until I dragged Suchak behind me out of the hole.

I couldn't help but lean against the wall and take a deep breath.

"Whew..."

Suchak was stunned and trembling, and a cigarette that he had just taken out of his pocket fell to the ground due to the trembling palms of his hands.

It seems that this time he seems to be frightened, enough to leave a shadow for half a lifetime.

I gasped until I saw that the thing behind me hadn't caught up, and then I pulled out my flashlight and took a closer look.

The narrow space of dozens of square meters was covered with bloody torture instruments and two wooden crosses standing on the ground.

Without exception, it was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it seemed that this was the place where the little devils interrogated the prisoners on an improvised basis decades ago.

Tiger chairs and electric chairs covered in steel spikes were placed in the corners, stained with large patches of decaying blood that had turned black.

In front of me, there was a skeleton of a Japanese soldier leaning against the corner of the wall.

Seeing that there was no danger around, I walked over quickly, trying to see if I could find any clues.

Unexpectedly, because of his curiosity, he really found that the decaying soldier in front of him had an unusual cause of death, and it seemed that his neck was broken alive from behind.

So much so that decades later, the rest of the corpse's bones were well preserved, except for a crack in the neck bone.

I couldn't help but look back at the two blood-stained wooden crosses, and vaguely guessed that in the tunnels of the Japanese mines decades ago, it seemed that two prisoners were tied to the shelves and tortured by the little devils.

It's just that the infected people in the tunnel rioted, so that the two people took the opportunity to break free from the restraints and kill the little devil who guarded it.

Just as the two of them wanted to leave through the secret door, they found that the door was locked, and a noisy and strange sound resounded throughout the tunnel.

They realized that there was a riot in the tunnel, and the little devil had no time to take care of them, so they took the opportunity to dig a hole in the prison cell and tried to escape through the hole.

Looking at these strange sights in front of me, I couldn't help but wonder if my guess was correct, until I walked slowly to the iron door of this cell and pushed it hard.

Unexpectedly, as I guessed, the iron door was locked from the outside.

Suzak gradually calmed down, and the entire cell was filled with smoke, and his feet were covered with a dozen cigarette butts.

I didn't expect that he usually went out on expeditions without dry food, but would bring so many boxes of cigarettes, which seems to confirm the joke that tobacco and alcohol are men's spiritual food.

In the past few days, Suchak and I have completely lost our sense of time, and we are already exhausted from being trapped in this dimly lit Japanese tunnel, and we can't last long with our will and physical strength that is about to be exhausted.

I couldn't help but lean against the wall to conserve my strength, and subconsciously licked my chapped lips, but my eyes inadvertently glanced at the rotting skeleton next to me.

In the dim light, there seemed to be something hidden in the corpse's decaying clothes, and it looked bulging.

I reluctantly got up and walked briskly over, hoping that it would be an unspoiled canned beef ration.

After all, he was already hungry and his eyes were glowing green, and if he couldn't find anything to eat, it was better to kill himself than to huddle in a corner and be tortured.

Just as I opened the cowhide pocket in my clothes with a nervous heart, I actually felt two round rumbling things in my palm.

When I took it out, I looked at it carefully, and it was as if I had been poured a basin of cold water, and my mind and even my whole body suddenly sobered up.

What is in the pocket is actually two little devils' hands**.

And the above insurance pin has been completely corroded due to a long time, and now these two ** may be detonated at any time if you are not careful.

Cold sweat flowed down my forehead at once, once an explosion occurred in such a narrow environment, the two of us would definitely die without a place to bury, and there was no possibility of escape.

I trembled and put these two ** on the ground, and after carefully observing them for a long time, I finally became convinced that as long as I didn't pull off the leads on them with my hands, these two ** should be safe.

Judging by the traces of decay, the possibility of accidental explosion is extremely small.

At present, there are no materials in the team, and these two ** are undoubtedly the hole cards for self-protection in case of danger.

After Suchak regained some of his senses, he looked at the black hand in my hand and couldn't help but hold it in his palm and observe.

He said that in the past six years, he has also found many wreckage and materials left by little devils in the mountains and forests, but most of them are rusty steel helmets and dumb rifle bullets.

It was also the first time he had seen such a well-preserved ** so closely.

I saw that he seemed to be interested in this thing at the moment, so he simply kept these two ** separately, one for each of us.

If you encounter any danger, you can deal with it randomly.

I told him how to use this Japanese military standard**, in fact, it is not only as simple as pulling the lead ring, but also knocking it on the ground or any hard object before throwing.

Only by doing this can you ensure that the throw can be successfully detonated.