The secret door is close to the corner of the wall, sloping downward.

I was defenseless, but in an instant, I stepped into the air, lost my balance, and fell.

The pain that came from all over my body immediately followed and stimulated my already exhausted nerves.

Luckily, the angle of the stone steps wasn't too sloping, otherwise I would have lost half my life if I had fallen down.

I slowly stood up, dragging my bloodied body, little by little against the wall, and walked into the darkness.

The boot also had a big hole, exposing the toes, and the whole body was burned and scratched, and it was already in a mess.

Looking at the eyes, it was pitch black.

I hesitated.

Now I am already exhausted and can't withstand any wind and waves.

If a monster like the one just jumped out after a while, it would only be eaten alive by the family.

I sat down on the stone steps, took a brief break, and tidied up my backpack.

A dilapidated map, with a slight touch, falls straight down.

Add to that half a bottle of fresh water, and a wolf-eyed flashlight that is about to fade, and that's all I have.

The dry food accompanying the party has been eaten.

Even the two bottles of "liquor" brought by the armed forces were used by me to clean the wounds.

I took a deep breath and tossed my backpack aside, but unintentionally.

I threw out half a bag of compressed biscuits, which was clearly marked with the military code, and I suddenly came to my senses.

I pinched my cheek vigorously and held the half bag of compressed biscuits labeled Japanese in my hand.

The real touch made me break out in a cold sweat running down my spine.

Suddenly remembered.

The scene when he was alone in the narrow wall hole, scene after scene, flashed in his mind.

It is extremely real, but it is hazy and untouchable.

At that moment, my mind was foggy, and I couldn't tell whether it was reality or illusion.

Now, it seems, it should be true.

Female corpses in the underground dissecting room, soaked monsters in formalin, and small munitions warehouses in secret doors.

All this, like a thread through a bead, evoked deep memories in me.

A sharp pain came from my brain, as if I heard the sound of drums, and I didn't dare to think about it anymore.

I took a sip of water to moisten my throat, then broke off a small piece of compressed biscuit and chewed it in my mouth.

This kind of military dry food will expand several times after being exposed to water, making people feel full.

Not only that, but it tastes good.

I carefully wrapped the cookies in butter paper and put them in my backpack.

As soon as I turned around to move my muscles, my feet suddenly slippery and almost knocked me to the ground.

In the narrow passage in front of me, the cold wind whistled, and the steps spread endlessly under the feet, as if there was no end.

I stretched out my hand and propped up the stone steps behind me, and a slippery and greasy sensation irritated my nerves along my skin.

It's like some kind of viscous liquid.

Moment.

My mind thought of the glassy glass bottles of the specimens, the sticky, milky white juice, and the soaked cystic monsters.

The palm of his hand lifted little by little along the faint light behind him.

I woke up and broke out in a cold sweat.

Where is this formalin, it is clearly blood.

A little, cautiously turn back.

But I saw blood all over the ground, pouring out little by little along the steps behind him.

Flowing into the unknown darkness beneath your feet.

I rubbed my eyes, and my heart was suddenly lifted.

It's obviously gone, how can there be blood flowing down?

Confused, I lowered my head and endured the pain that came from all over my body.

Climb up a little bit.

I don't know, just found the secret passage, when I accidentally fell, how far I slid down.

It's just the cold wind whistling in my ears that makes me dare not be careless.

Holding the dagger tightly in his hand, he climbed up little by little in a pool of blood.

Until the eyes of the eye, the light gradually becomes transparent.

A pair of feet, standing above my head.

I was overjoyed.

"Is it a platoon commander?"

"The platoon leader's team, have you finally found here?"

I rubbed my chest that had heaved violently, and my eyes suddenly became a little sore.

In my mind, the platoon commander's appearance flashed out, as if he had seen a loved one on the way.

I just wanted to fly up, but I found that those feet were **.

The miserable white skin was red when stepping on a pool of blood.

I suddenly came to my senses and realized that this could not be the platoon commander and comrades.

Holding his breath, he shook the dagger in his hand tightly, and his gaze followed the soles of his feet, little by little.

First a pair of feet, then tattered pale green pants that clinged to the calves.

The light above the head grew darker.

I can't see clearly, his waist is up.

At this moment, the left hand subconsciously groped, and suddenly pulled out the wolf-eye flashlight on the armed belt.

Although due to the power of electricity, the light is not very sufficient.

But at such a close distance, I was able to see the whole face of that person.

I turned on the flashlight switch, and my eyes followed the light of the flashlight in my hand, shining out little by little.

Immediately frightened me, I involuntarily let out a scream.

In an instant, the scalp was numb, and the hair on the top of the head stood upside down, as if it were bursting.

The cold sweat all over his body soaked through his clothes, and he couldn't help but shiver under the faint cold wind.

His waist was up, and there was nothing.

The huge wound, filled with blood, was pouring out little by little.

The blood under his feet is his.

I forcibly covered my mouth, for fear of being scared again, but I only saw this "half-human" in front of me. ”

Suddenly, contrary to common sense, he took a step.

Dusty legs, barefoot, in a pool of blood, walked towards the stone steps.

It was getting closer to my position, as if it had just been attracted by my voice.

I held back my fear, held my breath, and slowly stepped back with my hands and feet.

The pair of bare feet above his head walked like ordinary people, neither slow nor slow.

The pale skin, reflected in the dim light, is as if it were alive, lifelike.

Suddenly.

His speed quickened, catching me off guard.

My eyes widened, staring at the feet above my head.

The endless stairs behind him spilled down, and he was getting closer and closer to me.

I gritted my teeth and pressed the dagger against the wound in my leg.

The sharp pain poured into his mind, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart.

Gradually curled up in the darkness, watching him move closer and closer to me.

This time, I saw it very clearly.

He was dressed more like the old Japanese military clothes.

Even on his belt, there were rusty bayonets and leather bags used to store his hands.

Above the waist and crotch, there is indeed nothing.

But there was a thin layer of white mist, blood gushing down the pelvis, and the wound looked uneven.

I covered my mouth for fear of any movement.

(I'll tell you a good news, I signed a successful contract, and it was also put on the shelves, in fact, I also had the attitude of giving it a try, but I didn't expect it to be really successful.)

But I regretted it a little at once, after all, I wrote this in the hope that more people would be recognized, and as for making money or something, I never thought about it.

Now it is the website that gives me such an opportunity, but I still decided not to set up a VIP for the time being, as long as everyone is satisfied, then I am the happiest.

Finally, I hope you can help me promote the book, and by the way, leave a few comments below.

Every time I see your message, my heart is like a happy flower, thank you for your great support to me. ）