Thinking back to what I experienced in the mine.

I really don't have the courage or patience to recount it with them.

In my mind, I quickly thought about finding a topic and diverted it all.

"I said Lao Yan, what did you just find in that iron door, tell us about it."

In an instant, his face turned pale in an instant, as if he wanted to hide something, and he couldn't even pronounce words clearly.

"No... Nothing, I could too, because I was too scared... Hallucinations, psychologically. ”

"This situation should be called... It's called..., what's it called? ”

He scratched his head nervously, and his pale face turned away.

I'm afraid we'll see the clues.

"The Barnum Effect."

My voice was cold, and I responded without the slightest emotion.

But it's a pity that his acting skills are too clumsy.

Even the young police detective on the side can already see the flaws.

I thought to myself, he was deliberately hiding something.

"Yes... Right... It's the Barnum effect, what the hell is there in this world. ”

He lowered his head and muttered to himself, as if to explain to us in a righteous and awe-inspiring manner that everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"TM's... Hallucinations, this guy must have something to hide from us. ”

I cursed angrily in my heart, but I didn't open my mouth to poke it.

After all, what is most needed at this moment is unity.

Mutual suspicion can only speed up everyone's journey to death, and it is possible that they will be swallowed up by the darkness in their hearts at any time.

I sat on the sidelines, leaning against the moss-covered walls, silent.

Three people, sitting cross-legged, gradually dimmed as the flashlight dimmed.

Gradually, we began to realize the dilemma in front of us.

What we used, and the only one we can do at the moment, is to make improvised torches.

I looked at Lao Yan on the side, looking at me from time to time.

I couldn't help but feel unhappy in my heart.

"TM, how to make a torch, Lao Tzu is not a god, there is not even corpse oil here..."

I subconsciously opened my mouth, but I didn't think about it, and it almost aroused the suspicion of the two people in front of me.

"Have you ever made a torch with corpse oil...?"

Lao Yan's slightly puzzled voice echoed in my ears.

I know that no matter how I explain it, I can't explain it.

"Don't stare at me, okay?"

"Lao Tzu..., if you can get out alive, Lao Tzu will confess to you."

My face was flushed and pale.

Even if there is no mirror at this moment, I know that my face must be quite ugly now.

"You kid, don't you want to be a grave robber?"

Lao Yan spoke in a serious tone, looked at me with disdain, and even subconsciously touched the silver handcuffs around his waist.

"What do you think, Lao Tzu is also a soldier after all."

My face was neither red nor white, and I was looking for an opportunity to prevaricate, when I felt a sudden gust of wind blow.

From the ears of the three of us, whistling by.

An unfamiliar face suddenly appeared on Lao Yan's shoulder.

"TM, I..."

I just wanted to call out to the two people in front of me to be vigilant, but I found that the white face on my shoulder was a little familiar.

Under the black glasses frame, he still has a handsome face, and his expression is slightly weird, staring at me.

In the chest, the rising and falling heartbeat gradually faded.

"I said big sister, why don't you squeak when you wake up, you almost scared a few of us to death."

I grumbled, thinking about what had just happened, and finally fooled me up.

The female police officer behind Lao Yan didn't answer me.

He just kept staring at me, and a charming smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, full of all tenderness and seduction.

I was originally a person with very poor self-control, no matter what kind of woman I saw, as long as she was beautiful enough.

The figure is standard enough and sexy enough.

"That's TM, Lao Tzu will definitely be tempted."

Along the way, she has almost always been in my memory as a fainting posture.

Between my chest, the undulating and proud twin peaks made me stare at me viciously from time to time.

"Big... Big sister, you... Are you alright?"

I was a little nervous, even though I looked okay.

But no woman has ever stared at me like this.

"Head..., this...".

The young police detective on the side seemed to feel a little embarrassed, and the depressed aura in front of him instantly eased a lot.

Only Lao Yan was silent.

After a short while, he lowered his head and said, "Since everyone is trapped here, then we must unite, I know what happened this time." ”

"It may have subverted the perception of many understandings in the past, but I believe that no matter what the demons and monsters, it is difficult to resist a united and upward team."

"Good! If you say it well, as soon as you look at your speech, you will have the style of leadership."

Suddenly, there was thunderous applause, but I was the only one clapping.

It seems that there is still a long way to go, and who knows how far we can support it?

I barely stood up, dusted my buttocks, and thought to myself.

"This time, it's finally my turn."

I didn't shy away from reaching into my trouser pocket.

Just as everyone looked at me with strange eyes, a piece of yellow grease was taken out of my pants, and it still emitted a foul smell.

"What is this, why does it stink so much?"

The female police officer in front of her seemed to be bolder than before.

Slowly walked up to me, stretched out a finger, and touched the grease.

It was full of teasing and temptation, and I almost couldn't hold back.

"Corpse oil."

"Of course it's impossible."

I was a little mischievous, made a joke, and raised my hand to crush the grease into a puree.

Then he took off the clothes on his body and applied it evenly.

"I'm telling you, this thing is a good thing."

In the abdominal cavity of every animal, there is a very special oil.

It is round in shape and usually grows on the back of the stomach.

Including when slaughtering pigs and sheep, many butchers think it is a piece of dross and discard it.

"Actually, this thing is extremely resistant to burning and heat, and it can also be used to satisfy hunger if necessary."

I looked at the disdainful expressions of the three people in front of me, pursed my lips and smiled secretly.

I thought to myself, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's repeated strange moves, a few of us would have died here.

Without hesitation, I ripped off the rust-corroded staircase railing.

The oilcloth in the hand was wound around it to make a simple, grease torch.

By the light of the gradually burning fire, the four of them sat in a circle.

Even the breath has gradually warmed up a lot.

I looked back at the rusty staircase, and I couldn't help but wonder a little in my heart.

It's been like a dream.

First, he was unknowingly detained.

Then came this series of horrific horrors.

Reality and dreams are intertwined, and they have long been inseparable and inseparable.

"Have you ever wondered who built this hellish place, where the stairs lead down?"