His thoughts gradually returned to reality, and the unknown space in front of him, without light, was like a huge cage.

I sat in a daze, and my brain kept recalling the strange story that Brother Leng had told me in the depths of my memory.

When he first told me, my expression was shocked and frightened, but I couldn't help but be a little skeptical.

The bonfire in front of me was completely extinguished, and the silent darkness completely enveloped me, and the sound of stones falling into the black water gradually came into my ears.

"It's strange why the sound of the telegram is gone."

I subconsciously muttered to myself, endured the pain emanating from my whole body little by little, and just wanted to stand up but fell to my knees.

A light in the darkness in front of me was like a lighthouse in a lost ocean, coming towards me little by little.

My nerves were blurring, and even though I had been here for so long and had grown accustomed to the darkness, I couldn't help but feel terrified when it actually came and spread all over my body.

Until the light was getting closer and closer to me, I heard Wu Laogou's hoarse and slightly old voice.

"Housheng, don't move."

The hoarse voice rang out in my head, and I saw his gaunt side approaching me little by little.

The clear sound of running water, "tick tick tick...".

The half of the naan I was holding in my hand finally gradually loosened at this moment.

The whole body is sore, and the wound on the right leg is like a pinprick in the face.

"Your melon baby is not well injured, what are you doing to make a mess."

He walked briskly, stretched out his withered arms and picked me up, and then violently carried me on my back.

I don't know why this old man in front of me suddenly cares so much about me?

It's just that the strange sound of the telegram is still ticking in my head, lingering.

I knew that my injuries must have worsened, the sweat droplets on my face were gradually evaporating from my hot forehead, and even my lips were a little chapped.

"You... What do you see?"

I lay on his back with hazy eyes, and I smelled a strange smell in my nose.

It's like a mouse from a deep cave that has been lying in the ground for a long time, and it has an extremely fishy smell.

"It's very empty, and it's surrounded by trees, but there's a small dark iron gate at the front, which should lead to the next exit."

I gritted my teeth and looked at the sturdy old dog Wu in front of me, and I couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

It stands to reason that a tomb robber should have been like a mouse seeing a cat when he met a soldier, but this guy was not only not scared at all, but he also saved my life once.

I vaguely guessed in my heart, could it be that he had something to ask me for?

I just wanted to open my mouth but didn't know how to say it, and my brain was hot, and it was replaced by other questions.

"Lao Wu, do you have any other children at home?"

He was stunned for a moment, and the pace under his feet trembled faintly.

Then he twisted his neck and looked back at me, and smiled.

"My old dog Wu has done all the bad things, how can I have any heirs, the business of robbing tombs is detrimental to yin morality, even if I have children, it will be rare to have a good death."

I heard a deep grief in his words, and I knew in my heart that it might be a sad thing that affected him.

The darkness around us was like a tidal wave that surrounded the two of us, and he carried me on his back.

In one hand he held a box cannon with the safety open, and in the other arm he held a torch aloft.

With the branches swaying in the wind on both sides, I finally knew where the wood he used to make the fire had been found.

The nearby rock formations are full of such small trees, and although they are not luxuriant, the black bark has a sense of vigor that can only be found in a century-old tree, like a black dragon.

It's really huge, like a huge crevice in the rock deep underground.

As the pace under my feet gradually accelerated, I also saw the strange dark iron door in Lao Wu's mouth little by little.

The entire wall is covered with traces of artificial excavation, and a string of characters is clearly marked above the small iron door, like a door number.

It was as if I suddenly realized something, and I wanted to turn around and open my backpack and look for a map to see if there were any markings in it.

But when I turned over, I couldn't help but remember that my bags had already been carried into Wu Laogou's arms.

The gray coat he was wearing was like a small warehouse without a bottom, and when he walked, he always made the sound of objects colliding from time to time.

The iron gate was clearly visible, damp and dark, covered with green moss.

A few chains the thickness of an adult's arm held the doorknob tightly, and at that moment.

Lao Wu and I vaguely heard a strange telegraph sound coming from inside the door.

"Tick-tock... Tick. ”

The voice is crisp, but it exudes inexplicable regularity and a full sense of weirdness in the dark.

I saw that the expression on his face gradually became nervous, and then I endured my weak body, stretched out my finger and put it at the corner of my mouth, and let out a "shhhhh

Signal him not to move.

At this moment, my mind suddenly recalled the story that Brother Leng once told me.

Later in the story, it was the team that completely blew up the strange cave.

With a loud bang.

The cave is connected to many old bomb shelters buried deep in the vicinity, and the fault layers underneath are gradually collapsing.

Many of the remains of Japanese soldiers buried deep in the ground were exposed.

And about the whole thing, it was also recorded in the file, and it was not over.

In fact, the story itself is full of doubts.

Brother Leng didn't tell me how the radio station he had lost in the cave suddenly appeared in the closed hut where the corpse was.

Brother Leng said that whenever he thought about this, he couldn't help but be a little scared, and his cold hair stood on end.

But he was an atheist, and he was convinced that after he left the cave, something must have changed that promoted fermentation, which made the event itself even more eerie and hazy.

In dim light.

Looking at Wu Laogou's wrinkled face, I squatted on the ground, leaned against the wall of the rock layer behind me, and silently lit a cigarette.

Wu Laogou kept his head down, as if he was thinking about something, or making his own little calculations in his heart.

I took two vicious puffs and got up, endured the severe pain in my body, and repeatedly calculated with a stone on the ground.

Want one last attempt, translate the contents of the telegram.

In the end, a dozen characters were arranged in the correct order, and I finally got a little bit of a sentence in the creep.

"Run,... In the basement there is...".

"TM's, why is it still like this, what the hell is there."

I'm getting a little impatient.

Sitting on the ground, gasping for breath in his mouth, combined with the story that Brother Meng and I told in my mind.

It seems that I have gradually figured out a clue in my heart.

"Could it be that the sender of the telegram..., as the story says, died halfway through the telegram...".

My eyes widened and I couldn't help but feel a little surprised, and then the feeling gradually magnified in my mind and throughout my body.

The more I think about it, the more curious I become, and the more I think about it, the more I want to know the whole truth of the matter.

I couldn't help but reach out and clench my grip on the cold, piercing chains, the faint sound of the telegram like a trembling sound wave, a little bit in my palm.