Suddenly, the knock on the door stopped, and both the fat man and I couldn't help but gasp.

The narrow stone chamber was dim and dark, and there was a chill that pierced the spine.

The fat man turned around and picked up the photo again, looking at the dozens of strange figures wearing masks in the picture, standing in place in a daze.

"Gan... Ganzi..., look at how there is one less person in the middle! ”

The fat man's tone was almost about to cry, for the first time in all his journey, the inverted pegger, who was not afraid of tigers, was so frightened.

Let me first say if this guy is dazzled again, and his gaze looks coldly in the direction of the photo in his hand.

A chill that I had never felt before spread through my heart.

At this moment, I finally knew what the fat man was afraid of.

It is actually difficult to find the photo in front of him if there is one more person or one less person, but the photo frame that the fat man is holding in his hand at the moment is too obvious.

In the photo, a figure is missing in the middle of the first row, and the two of us would not have been able to notice a detail like this just now.

I swallowed the fear in my heart and whispered, "Did you read it wrong just now, the first row was already vacant. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't expect the fat man's emotions to be more intense.

"Didn't you see the picture just now?"

"What's more, whoever takes a group photo, will deliberately leave a gap to come out..., or in the middle of the first row at the bottom."

The fat man's words instantly stunned me, usually able to take a group photo in this position, by no means ordinary people.

Once again, I tried to look at the figure in the photo, but I noticed that all the eyes in the photo seemed to be looking at the vacant spot.

This casual detail made me even more sure that the Japanese who was supposed to be in the vacant position must be the highest-ranking officer in the entire group photo.

or the main head of the entire underground fortifications.

I didn't dare to stare at the strange black inky eyes in those pictures anymore.

It was as if at another glance, even the blood in the body would freeze.

"Knock knock".

Suddenly, there was another knock on the door, and both the fat man and I couldn't help but be caught off guard.

I turned my head abruptly and looked at the iron door behind me that made noises from time to time, and my blood was really completely stiff.

"It's strange, don't drop the photo in your hand!"

I glared at the fat man, and then moved closer and closer with cautious steps.

Until the two of them then took the posture of one left and one right.

The fat man held the photo in one hand, and the other raised a sharp knife and just wanted to signal me to open the door cautiously, but his eyes stayed in the center of the rusty iron door, as if he had faintly found something.

At this moment, I looked at him with a strange look in his eyes, and the knock on the door stopped abruptly.

But no one expected that the next second would become more intense, as if the person behind the door was a little impatient and irritable.

"Knock knock... Knock knock...! ”

It turned out that neither I nor the fat man noticed that there was an extremely small observation opening in the center of the iron door, as if it were the same as the visiting window of today's prisons.

I slid the two-inch window with a small chain in the center of the iron door, and just wanted to hold my breath and look out along the door.

At this moment, in my heart, there is a sense of oppression that I have never felt before.

"Knock knock...".

Before the knocking stopped, the fat man gave me a look, and if he couldn't, he dodged back and let him come.

I wanted the fat man to experience this feeling too, but who knew that he walked over cautiously as if he was nothing, staring at the window with his eyes fixed on it.

It was as if the oppressive atmosphere just now was aimed at me.

"This guy is born calves and is not afraid of tigers, if I had been a few years earlier, maybe I would have escaped from here with him a long time ago."

I couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from my forehead, and then I saw the fat man scream in fright and sit on the ground.

"Ghost...!"

"Devil!"

"There's a woman singing behind the iron gate!"

This sentence scared me a lot, and the word "Yiji" in the fat man's mouth suddenly resounded in my mind.

I just wanted to go back and ask the fat man about the situation, but looking at his pale expression, I already knew that an extremely strange scene must have happened outside the iron gate.

The chains on the iron door and window tried to close the iron window without any external force.

At that moment, I resisted the fear in my heart and reached out and grabbed the chain.

The fat man standing behind him was so frightened that he was too late.

I looked coldly through the cracks, and I felt a strange Japanese song coming from outside the iron gate.

At first, it was dark in front of me, and then I saw what the fat man said, "Geji." ”

She set up a black chair in the warehouse more than ten meters away from the iron gate, and sat on it with heavy makeup.

"Ghost...".

"Little devil...?"

Most of my perception of Geiji comes from old photographs and depictions of history.

But the woman in front of her really looks like the imaginary of the mysterious art in her heart.

She holds a piano-like violin and wears a flowery kimono.

The side face, which is almost so white that it is terrifying, gives people an endless reverie.

"It's not like a hallucination, but how can there be a living artist in the abandoned Japanese army underground fortifications..."

I looked at her sitting upright, and I couldn't help but have three doubts in my heart.

Until the next second.

A "geishi" face covered with white rouge instantly appeared in front of my eyes like a ghost.

"Hell!"

I was so frightened that I almost didn't fall to the ground like the fat man just now.

The scene in front of me was hard to explain, and I tried to calm my emotions and stop being so afraid.

Then again, little by little, he came to the iron gate and looked at the iron window.

The woman's face, which was covered with rouge and gouache, was still parked outside the iron door, and the miserable white face was facing the window.

At the moment, he closed his eyes tightly, with a very strange expression.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and the black eyeballs in her sockets were like purple grapes, a stark contrast to her pale cheeks.

I'm still muttering a sentence in Japanese...

"Hold you a few wow... Sumi..."

She kept muttering, her voice echoing through the cramped dark room like a spell.

"Hell!"

I clutched my heart, which was almost frightened to death, and lay on the cold ground with my eyes wide open.

If it weren't for the fat man next to me who hurriedly grabbed my person, I might have been really scared to death at that moment.

"Run...!"

At this moment, I have only one thought in my heart, and that is to run away desperately, and I don't want to stay here for a minute or even a second.

The fat man threw down the picture frame in his hand, turned around and helped me up, and at that moment I stared at the position where the picture frame landed.

Unexpectedly, I found a hand covered with black scale armor in the corner, and dragged the "group photo" into the darkness.

"Hold you a few wow... Sumi..., deduct you a few wow... Sumi...".

The strange sound was like a lingering spell, and I looked at the fat man's trembling hands and his face turned pale with fright at the sound of the voice.

I only vaguely felt that he might be like himself now, and his mind had already been frightened and lost the ability to think.

Such a strange scene is the first time I have encountered it in more than ten years.