"It's really evil, if you don't see it with your own eyes."

"Who would believe that under these 800 meters of underground fortifications, there is such an evil thing hidden."

I grew a little bolder, looking at the long hair fluttering behind her.

From the beginning to the end, I still didn't know whether it was an illusion or a reality.

It wasn't until my other hand groped for the glass sample behind me that I sighed abruptly.

I thought that no matter what was in it today, I was afraid that I would be offended.

"Rest in peace for the dead... Amitabha...".

With my bloodshot eyes wide, I looked back sharply and fired a shot at the huge glass bottle behind me.

In an instant, a pungent chemical smell, along with the yellow corpse liquid inside, splashed out.

It almost splashed me in the face.

"It hurts."

This feeling is not as good as boiling water, and I don't know what to describe except for the pain in my heart.

But fortunately, in the chaos.

I could see clearly, the small secret door hidden behind the glass bottle.

At this moment, a cold wind is blowing outward.

I gritted my teeth, almost suffering the burning pain of my face, and stumbled into the secret door.

I don't know why the female corpse behind me didn't chase after me.

It's just the pain in my face that almost makes me lose my mind.

"Ahhh

I screamed, rummaging through the last hydration bladder left in my backpack.

The little fresh water that was left in the first place was completely squandered by me, and all of it was spilled on my face.

Inside the narrow secret door is a much wider space.

I didn't have time to explore at the moment, I leaned against the wall, my eyes closed.

Endured the pain on his face, and thought, "I'm afraid I'm going to be disfigured this time." ”

"But it's better than losing a life."

What surprised me.

The pain on his face gradually diminished a little with the water that had just been spilled.

I tentatively touched my face with my hand little by little, and I could feel that it was intact.

It's just that inexplicably, a lot of small bumps have arisen, which makes me very uncomfortable.

I leaned against the wall, gasping for air, and looked back at the secret door.

In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, there is not a single ray of light, and you can't see anything.

"Whew....

I clenched the wolf's tooth flashlight in my hand and turned on the light to the maximum.

To make up for the lack of security in my heart.

When the flashlight is turned on, the scene in front of you gradually becomes clear.

It turned out that the space here was not too big, just because of the fact that it had just escaped from the small stone chamber and the dim light.

I mistakenly thought it was a very big place.

The space in front of you is less than 30 square meters, and you can see it at a glance.

In the corners of the walls, there are all kinds of military supplies.

Through the sack number above, and some patterns.

I can tell that this should be a small supply warehouse.

Joy came over my heart, and I wanted to be here, waiting for the platoon commander's rescue.

But he turned back again, looked at the darkness at the secret door, and remembered the "female corpse" who hooked the soul.

I couldn't help but shudder.

I cautiously walked to the side, the green paint box closest to me, and couldn't wait to bring it.

As the dust cleared inside, I could see it clearly.

The box was filled with pieces of compressed military rations wrapped in oiled paper.

I was ecstatic, and my stomach seemed to respond at this moment, and I inadvertently cried.

I took one of them to my mouth and recalled what the platoon commander had said.

The durability of military compressed biscuits can reach thirty or fifty years, as long as they do not grow hair and do not get wet.

Eat at most diarrhea.

I thought to myself, now that I have become this virtuous, will I still be afraid of stomach trouble?

I had compressed biscuits in my mouth, but my hands didn't rest.

Frantically packed the rest of the food in the box into the backpack.

Looking at his bulging backpack, he seems to have the motivation to face the predicament in front of him, at least he will not be bothered by the problem of food and clothing in front of him.

At this moment, the communicator that I carefully kept in my pocket.

Suddenly, there was another noise.

I couldn't wait to take it out, looked at the message sent by the platoon leader in front of me, and froze in place.

"There are six small doors behind you, only the ones marked with the red mark are the doors of life, and the others are doors of death."

"We'll meet behind the door, remember."

I jerked my head back.

Looking at the wall in front of me, I said to myself..., "Where is the door..., why can't I see it?" ”

The platoon commander's words still echoed in his ears.

I struggled, leaning my body against the wall, and finally saw the so-called "door." ”

I saw that in the corner of the wall under my feet, there were six black holes, all of which were less than half a meter.

Only by crawling on your own can you barely get in.

I'm so happy, I can't care so much about it at the moment.

Almost as soon as I looked up, I saw the hole on the far left, marked with a red mark.

This mark is a triangle, which is very special.

It's like some kind of mysterious symbol, printed on the wall.

I bent down suddenly, and was about to get into the hole, but a trace of doubt suddenly appeared in my mind.

"Why does the platoon commander know everything, every step I take, he seems to know, what is about to happen in the next moment".

My nerves twitched suddenly, and an inexplicable pressure behind me swept towards me like a tide.

"Knock knock..."

It sounded like a drum, and it almost made my heart break.

"Chasing... Catching up...".

I was so embarrassed that I ran away like a gopher, and in my mind, little by little fragments were stitched together into a picture.

The mysterious group of men, dressed in black robes, covered their entire heads with wide burqas, leaving only a gap.

Every step of the way.

It seemed to stir, and an invisible aura pressed my nerves.

I know, anyway.

One thing is for sure, if I survive, I really need to go to a psychiatrist and have my nerves checked.

When illusion and reality often alternate, it is the most terrifying side.

I couldn't tell if what was in front of me was an illusion or a reality.

Is it a dream, or is it fiction.

However, the thunderous drum sound in my ears is real, every time I beat it.

My heart hurts, like someone pinched me.

I tried my best, on all fours and dragging the backpack behind me, crawling forward frantically.

The road in front of us is getting narrower and harder.

The drums echoed behind me, and they didn't seem to want to let me go.

"Shhhhh

I dragged my scarred body hard and struggled to rub it across the narrow aisle.

The stone walls on both sides are becoming more and more uneven.

By the end, it was almost full of traces of manual excavation.

The uneven ballast on the stone wall instantly cut through my arm, leaving blood and flesh in the air.

But in order to live, I still straightened up and jumped forward.

But fortunately, the trend of narrowing the inside of the tunnel in front of me has been stopped little by little.

I was caught in the cracks in the rocks, gulping in the thin air.