The strange face was staring at me through the glass, and the yellow black hair kept swaying with the cold wind whistling outside the elevator.

Until this point, I didn't know if the body was male or female, or the real cause of this guy's death and what could make his facial features hang upside down.

It's like a mystery that has been haunting me ever since I discovered the strangely shaped statue in the tunnel.

If this is a congenital deformity, who could raise such a baby in the turbulent Republic of China decades ago.

And counting the Japanese corpse that committed suicide in the square, it is now the second corpse with reversed facial features that he has found so far.

I knew that if I wanted to solve the mystery, I had to start with the mystery itself, but I finally mustered up the courage to step over the strange corpse through the glass.

I didn't expect to discover an amazing secret this time.

That is, the neck of this corpse is very different from that of ordinary people, and the position of the neck throat bone is protruding a small part compared to ordinary people.

This seems to be the real reason that can make a person's facial features twisted.

Although what happened later made ordinary people a little incredulous, but when I was in the underground tunnel, I really endured the psychological defense line that was about to collapse......

The trembling old hand held the pen tightly in his hand, and he couldn't help but pause for a few moments when he wrote this, and at this time, the color of the grassland outside the window had gradually turned from sunset to gray.

The little girl from the shepherd family had already returned to her yurt, and her gray-haired figure was reflected at the table in front of her.

I knew that I didn't have much time left for myself, and looked at the black and yellow spirit tablets behind me, and the familiar and unfamiliar names on them.

After hesitating for a while, I still held the gel pen and continued to write in the diary...

What happened in the elevator is beyond words, in the elevator time that is still moving slowly into the darkness.

I used my knife to carve a circular gap in the blurred glass wall, and finally carefully followed the incision with the palm of my hand to make a hole in the glass.

There was only one reason for this, and that was to facilitate the dissection of the dead body hanging upside down in front of him.

Suchak behind him was silent again, but the moment he stretched his hand out of the glass round gap and carefully cut the throat of this corpse, he couldn't care about Suchak who was full of strange things behind him.

Because the corpse in front of him had a few more bones in the open neck than ordinary people, and with his many years of experience in dealing with dead corpses.

These extra bones are more like they evolved through the human body itself.

I couldn't help but think of the strange thoughts that popped up in my mind when I found the body in the underground plaza again.

Human facial features, shapes, and postures are actually changed through genetic evolution and the environment in which they live.

The reason why a fish grows gills is because it has to breathe in the water and adapt to the environment in the water.

So who can say that a baby with a malformation in the womb before birth is not a paradoxical experiment of biological evolution by nature.

If a person is in absolute darkness for a long time, for too long, his eyes may also deteriorate.

This is because the genes of living organisms change according to the changes that occur in the human environment, as long as life continues.

Is the shape of a creature aesthetically pleasing? Whether the posture is correct or not is not something that will be considered when the human body genetically evolves.

I couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from my forehead with my hands, but I inadvertently wiped the blood from the corpse in front of me on my own skin.

Looking at the projection refracted from the reflection of the transparent glass in front of him, his face seemed to change suddenly.

It's just that since they came to the tunnel, the two have been running for their lives, and they have no time to notice.

At this moment, the cold wind that kept pouring in from the gap in the window, and the sound of the wind whistling in my ears, made me feel the strangeness around me a little bit.

It seems that unconsciously, the speed of the elevator under your feet is getting faster and faster.

Thinking back to the elevator that suddenly returned to normal just now, I felt that something was not quite right.

Unexpectedly, this time I was in the elevator room, looking out the window at the railroad tracks speeding under my feet, which confirmed my thoughts even more.

Until the elevator control panel next to him, the row of red lights representing the speed of travel suddenly lit up one by one.

The cold wind pouring in from the glass gap and the piercing sound of breaking the wind became louder and louder, so that I couldn't help but take a few steps back, and my body was pressed against the back wall of the oblique elevator behind me and I didn't dare to move.

The elevator suddenly plunged straight into the tunnel like a speeding train, and suddenly there was a terrible conjecture in my mind when I looked at the speeding tracks outside the blurred window and the red lights that kept flashing overhead.

Why hasn't the elevator gone down for so long?

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, watching the fast-moving elevator running like a train, and even the speed indicators next to it flashed red, indicating that the elevator was moving fast.

Due to the strong inertia, I couldn't help but lack oxygen, and kept clutching my chest to press my pounding heart.

Suddenly, something strange poured in through the window through the gap I had opened, right on my face.

I fought back my fear and peeled it off, coldly guessing that it might be a dead man's hair or limbs.

This is the limit of the psychological pressure I can bear at the moment, so I have prepared for the worst in advance.

Unexpectedly, the thing that was blown in by the cold wind in the hole was actually a yellow rune paper, but the text on it was actually Sanskrit.

My mind went blank, like a rail elevator speeding under my feet, and I didn't understand what it was or where it fell from.

There was an indescribable feeling in my heart, looking at the waxy rune paper in front of me, it suddenly seemed to evoke a memory of a long time ago in my heart.

I once stumbled upon the runes of Buddhism when I was searching for information, in fact, Buddhism and Taoism can also draw runes.

It's just that the hierarchical areas involved are not as extensive as Taoism, and the symbols on the yellow paper are different, and the meaning represented by the rune paper is also different.

It's just that when I look at the yellow talisman floating in front of me, I always feel as if it is suppressing something unknown in the tunnel.

And looking at the text above, it is more like Japanese.

If a monk from Japan drew talismans and recited mantras a few decades ago, it seems that it is not impossible according to the records he knows.

I felt more and more strange in my heart, and finally my eyes stayed on the strange corpse outside the glass, swaying from side to side by the cold wind.

Perhaps it was because I was too attached to the mystery in front of me that I couldn't help but make an extremely risky move.

That is, against the danger that the glass in front of him would not be able to withstand the wind and shatter, he walked over a little bit against the wind.

At this point, I don't know how many meters from the ground I am, but I can see through the window the silent darkness and the railroad tracks, which are still spreading in the elevator tunnel, as if endlessly.

When he approached the corpse again, the cold wind whistling through the glass gap was already icy cold, and the sloping glass wall in front of him creaked.

It seemed that at any moment it would shatter because it might not be able to withstand the huge high-speed wind, and then thousands of glass shards would fly like bullets to me and Suchak under the action of inertia.

Gradually, I finally understood why this elevator was designed in the shape of a diamond, and it seems that the devils who built it decades ago had already taken into account the problem of underground pressure.