I stared intently at the screen, looking at the little devil in the video who was called "Yamaguchi Shaosa".

He was wearing a miserable white mask, and the scalpel in his hand flickered with a cold light, piercing his wrist little by little.

Blood flowed down the camera little by little into an iron cage beneath him.

"Tick."

"Tick..."

The sound of blood droplets echoed clearly in my ears, and the iron cage captured in the camera was wrapped in a large black cloth.

Whenever the blood fell, there would be a strange scream and wail, and even the seemingly heavy iron cage would shake violently.

Until it lasted for more than ten seconds, when the camera turned to the little devil's face, the picture suddenly appeared white snowflake pattern again.

The blurry outline looks like someone has done it in post-production, and I can't help but make my heart skip a beat.

"TM, how could this be sent by Lao Yan's daughter."

I couldn't help cursing in my heart, but I suddenly realized that the mobile phone number that sent the document was obviously Lao Yan.

Things don't seem to be as simple as they imagined, but all I can do at the moment is wait.

Outside the window, when the sun set and saw dusk, I told Xiao Yue, who was sitting in the front and carefully grasping the steering wheel, to turn on the headlights.

Then I lowered my head again and clicked on the video's play button.

Looking at the dim light on the screen, it seems that I am in that black and white years, leaving only light yellow memories and old photos in the museum.

"Yamaguchi Shaosa, what are you going to do with those two tomb robbers and the little girl?"

With the sound of the stone door being pushed open, a little devil wearing a green military uniform and holding a Shao Zuo command knife in his hand.

With crisp footsteps, little by little appeared under the camera.

"Those three men are still useful for our plan, and they will be held in the stone prison for the time being."

I watched every frame on the screen beat carefully, even if the sound gradually became smaller, and I didn't want to miss a single detail.

The camera follows the walk of the Japanese soldier in front of him, known as Yamaguchi Shaosa, and pulls forward into the darkness little by little.

Suddenly, the field of vision in front of me was broadened, until I saw this, and I suddenly couldn't help but be surprised, and the pictures of decades ago in my mind were overlapping with the scene in front of me.

In the blurred picture under the lens, a huge and incomparably wide abyss is like a gate to hell, deep and terrifying.

The entire circular space is the size of two football fields combined.

The rocks that kept rolling down "crackled" and slid down, falling into the deep abyss in the middle.

The steep walls around it are full of traces of artificial excavation, and iron stakes are drilled into the walls every few meters.

As the fulcrum of the entire cliff, the iron ladder that stretches down with the coil down is submerged into the end of the abyss.

"TM's... It's not... Isn't this the 800-meter underground abyss of the Rashomon plan..., how is it possible".

My gaze suddenly became sharp, as if I wanted to turn into a knife to pierce the screen and enter that era without realizing it.

Spiraling down the iron ladder, a vague figure stands every few meters.

The lens is too blurry or the light is a little dark.

I could only see that the men were wearing dark green military uniforms and steel helmets, and they seemed to be ordinary soldiers of the Japanese army.

Every few steps stands a sentry post, behind which is an iron gate painted red with a cross marking.

I couldn't help but shudder when I saw this, but this perspective didn't seem to take into account my feelings.

It's just a straight reflection in front of me, a few steps away from the "Yamaguchi Shaosa" in front of me.

"Smack,"

"Smack...、"

The military boots under his feet made a loud noise on the iron ladder.

Faintly, he could hear the tiny echoes of the iron gates built into the rock walls beside him.

It's like a terrible Sanskrit spell, which makes my mood become a little impatient.

Suddenly, the little devil in the camera walked to a sentry post.

As his eyes fixed on the red iron door behind the Japanese soldier, the camera stopped shaking and followed the dim light.

I could clearly see that these iron gates, marked with red markings, were exactly what the Spirit Slayer team had encountered eight hundred meters underground.

It's just that the scene after a few decades is indeed much more dilapidated than in the video, but what remains unchanged is still that deep abyss.

The "West Road" who was locked in the door has not been much more peaceful these days. ”

I watched him smile hypocritically from the side, only to be hazy and blurry when the camera shifted a little to his face.

What is "West Road".

In this short half an hour, the little devil in a white coat in front of him on the screen mentioned this very awkward word three times in a row.

It really made my heart more and more curious.

"Report to Your Excellency Shaozuo, the West Road in it has indeed settled a lot in the past few days, and even the food that is fed doesn't seem to be too interested."

The Japanese soldier in front of me was similarly blurred, but I could tell he seemed a little nervous.

Sweat could be faintly seen, a little bit soaked through the thin military uniform on his body and the hand holding the rifle in a piece.

"Very well, where is your home?"

In the blurred camera, the Yamaguchi Shaosa in a white coat was sorting out the clothes of the soldiers in front of him with a kind smile.

At this point, the picture suddenly seems to become a little irrelevant.

But I refused to let go of any detail, still staring at the screen with bloodshot eyes.

"Report Your Excellency... I... My home is in Hokkaido.... ”

"Yo Sai..., the cherry blossoms in Hokkaido must be beautiful when they're in full bloom."

As he spoke, Yamaguchi took out a lighter and a box of cigarettes marked with Japanese from his arms, and the skillful movements made me smack my tongue a little.

"Hi... Hi! I am willing to shed the last drop of blood for His Majesty the Emperor, even my hometown is nothing. ”

The little devil known as the mountain whistle had a faint hint of determination in his eyes, patted the soldier on the shoulder, and continued his downward journey.

As the white smoke from the cigarette in his mouth came out of his mouth, the camera behind him became more blurry.

The car drove slowly on the mountain road, and although there were no steep rock formations on either side, the withered yellow grass was the last sight before nightfall.

When I came back to my senses, I still knew in my heart that this video must have hidden the ultimate secret that those little devils researched at a depth of 800 meters underground decades ago.

It's just that such an ancient and confidential document, who will send it to me pretending to be Lao Yan?

There is only a short segment left in the video here, and I can't help but chuckle as I look at the progress bar above that is getting closer and closer to the end.

"Everything in the secret must be hidden in these last 10 minutes."

Even if my eyes are a little sore, I have to brace myself to observe all the flaws in the video and the truth hidden behind the surface.

As the sound of crisp footsteps faded away, the scene turned to a cage carved out of stone.

Two blurred figures in front of him were being tied to the torture rack to be whipped and tortured.

"little devil, if you dare to loosen your fat man's restraints, I will definitely be able to poke your whole body full of one hundred and eight blood holes in three seconds."

As the camera in front of me continued to pull in, I looked at the figure of the middle-aged man who called himself "Fat Man", and scolded the ground fiercely.

The fierce light in my eyes could be felt clearly even through the blurred screen.

"Very well, I don't want to talk too much nonsense, but I also have to let you know what happened to being an enemy of the Japanese Empire."

Wearing a white coat with a serious expression, "Yamaguchi Shaosa" waved his arms gently.

Immediately afterwards, two Japanese soldiers came over with the stove in their hands, and the red-hot iron scorched against the coal inside, making a slight tremble.

"Hahaha, little devil, little devil."

"Don't you just want to know the secret of the suppression in the Soul Gate, come on, come on."

"I don't want to die so early, can I give me a way to live by saying it?"

The crisp sound echoed on the side of the camera, and I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart, but I felt that the sound seemed faintly familiar.

But I can't say exactly where it is familiar.

"Kuizi..., you still want to be a traitor."

The sturdy fat man was chained to the torture rack, and his eyes glared viciously at the mysterious man next to him, known as "Kuizi".

I saw him wearing a black leather jacket, but this dress did not look like an ordinary civilian living in 1941, but faintly revealed a sense of fashion.

"Dead fatty, if you want to die, hurry up, I haven't lived enough."

The picture turned little by little with his voice, and the little devil in a white coat in front of him had a cold expression just now, and the next second he had turned into an amiable mask again.

"Mr. Kui is worthy of being a person who has studied abroad, and he is full of heroism when he raises his hands and feet, so I can give you a way to live."

"But I want to know all the information you have, including the connection between the Yuan Dynasty and the Soul Returning Gate."

"Kuizi, do you know what you're doing, we swore to keep this secret in our stomachs forever, you fuck... Do you still want to be a traitor?"

The fat man's words were clear to his ears, but the short time in the video was only 5 minutes.

I knew in my heart that there were too many key factors hidden in these 5 minutes, and even if the car flew off the cliff at this moment, it could not disturb this last critical moment.

The mysterious man known as Kuizi didn't pay attention to the fat man's words, and then whispered to Yamaguchi Shaosa in front of him with a hippie smile.

"In fact, the connection between the Soul Gate and the ancient tomb of the Yuan Dynasty is very simple, just like the famous particle experiment..., when you don't pay attention to it, the particle will always show its true appearance..., but when you suddenly look down at it."

"It will reveal what it wants to show you, so that we will never know the truth."

"Interesting, go on."

The little devil known as Yamaguchi Shaosa in front of the camera seems to be more interested.

Then he took out the cigarette in his pocket and lit one for the mysterious man in front of him very gently.

"Kuiko... TM, you... Do you really want to be a traitor. ”

The fat man in the video scolded angrily, but there was only the last minute left.

My eyes were almost bloodshot, and I pressed the phone screen against my face.