The death of the young police detective made our morale drop in an instant.

No matter what, Lao Yan and I didn't expect it.

He'll be like that, all of a sudden.

Died in front of me without warning.

Last second we were fighting side by side, talking and laughing.

In the next second, it had become a cold corpse.

Lying quietly and peacefully at the bottom of the "trap", when he was dying.

Wide-eyed.

Lao Yan sat on the ground with a trance.

I know he's also an emotional person.

What's more, if there is no young police detective along the way.

The two of us can't live to be the present.

"TM, brother, you wait, big brother, I'm going to avenge you and smash Huanglong!"

I spat hard at the ground.

He picked up the torch that had long been extinguished in his hand, dragging his body full of scars.

Step by step.

Towards the trap.

Lao Yan seemed to have lost his soul, but at this moment he also stood up suddenly.

I gazed carefully at the darkness beneath my feet.

A chill hit my heart.

"Brother, don't be afraid, brother is here to accompany you."

I groped my hands for the bottom of the trap.

Really.

I found a piece of the wall, the Turkic wall.

Like a temporary wall ladder when it was built.

At this moment, I did not hesitate.

Leaning over slowly, he stepped down, accompanied by the roar of the yin wind behind him.

In an instant, the cold air poured into the whole body.

I'm wearing my upper body.

A little bit, climb down.

Overhead, Lao Yan's figure was following my footsteps.

Underfoot, it was dark and lightless.

Gradually, when I looked up, there was only a small square of light left overhead.

I was like a frog at the bottom of a well, in the darkness of an unknown space.

I reached out and groped carefully on the ground, but I didn't find the body of the young detective.

The sticky touch on the hands was accompanied by a white **, but there were no corpses, or even pieces of clothes.

Suddenly, my heart shuddered.

Recall that the Japanese "zombies" who attacked us in the promenade are still hiding here.

"TM, without fire, we are equivalent to blind."

In the dark, the lighter in Lao Yan's hand emitted a faint firelight.

Illuminate the scene less than half a meter in front of you.

The wall at hand no longer has the sturdy touch it used to be.

Traces of artificial excavation can be seen everywhere.

"This last floor was built in such a hurry that it was like a cave had been dug out."

Lao Yan's voice echoed in the empty darkness.

Listening to the voice, he should have come out of the grief just now.

I just wanted to comfort him, but I only felt at my feet.

A cold artifact instantly spread all over the body.

I was instantly alarmed.

In the faint light of the fire, the old rusty electric brake handle appeared in front of the eyes of the two of us.

This thing was very common in the sixties and seventies.

At that time, the industry was not as perfect as it is today.

For the power supply of some large machinery, there is no so-called circuit protection.

Even the control gate is more than ten times larger than ordinary household equipment.

I was overjoyed.

I thought to myself, I don't have to be a night owl anymore, so I asked Lao Yan to shine the lighter for me instead of the light.

With both hands, he tightened the lever-type copper brake handle.

There was a sudden force between the arms.

There was a clicking sound in the ears, like rusty gears, which hadn't been turned and snapped for a long time.

All of a sudden, just like that to start up again, is sure to be quite strenuous.

I gritted my teeth and almost tried to feed.

"Click."

The copper handle in his hand trembled slightly, and then suddenly, I pulled it down.

The light in front of you instantly illuminates the whole space.

The light was so intense that I couldn't open my eyes.

I shielded my hands from the light in front of me to prevent myself from becoming blind for a short time.

The "iron rod" in the other hand was also clenched tightly by me.

I am afraid that at this fragile moment, there will be some unexpected accidents.

But what I didn't expect was this.

The scorching light above his head, before it took more than three seconds for it to fall into darkness again.

I was puzzled, wondering if this was a state of disrepair.

Is there a fault in the circuit here?

I reached out and gripped the brass handle that controlled the light again, this time. But I couldn't pull it anymore.

I've been pulled to the bottom, but it's just brightening.

Why did it suddenly get dark?

"TM, there must be something strange here, Lao Yan, you follow me, don't go away."

I stretched out my hand and groped forward, while keeping my guard against Lao Yan behind me.

I've just finished speaking.

There was silence behind him, and no one responded at all.

"TM, Lao Yan, don't scare me."

My heart was cold, and the white sweat all over my body was fluctuating outward along every pore.

Even his teeth were trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly.

Behind the lighter, the faint light of the fire illuminated the darkness in front of him.

A withered, rancid arm.

Leaning out of my shoulder.

In his hand, he was holding the delicate "kerosene lighter".

I screamed in fright.

Subconsciously looked back, but only saw behind him.

An extremely corrupt face appeared in front of me.

Almost at a distance from me, no more than half a meter.

The shriveled eyeballs, from the dark eye sockets, drooped down, leaving only a few nerves, still connected outside the orbits.

"TM's, those who come are not good, and those who are good are not coming."

"Finally let Lao Tzu catch you."

I scolded angrily and picked up the "iron rod" in my hand.

Slammed down.

But the first to greet me was the bright command knife, emitting a piercing cold light.

The knife almost cut down on my stomach.

I could even feel a small piece of flesh being sliced off my entire belly.

His body was cold, and blood was running down his crotch.

At that moment, the person is awake.

But with it comes the panic and pain of the unknown.

"Bang."

Next hit.

It struck firmly against the iron rod in my hand.

Sparks flew everywhere.

God knows, if this knife is cut on me, I will not go directly to Hades.

I dragged my bloodied body, trying to avoid this inferior gesture.

Lao Yan's voice.

But suddenly it came from in front of me.

"Run, there are ghosts here!"

The deafening sound almost stunned me.

"Ghosts?"

A strong arm dragged me through in an instant.

In the dark.

I just felt like I was on a speeding train.

**'s skin, accompanied by the cold wind whistling, even in the dark, the vague scene, is rapidly retreating.

"Old Yan, where the did you go?"

At this moment, I don't forget to complain.

He looked back, his eyes bloodshot and almost bleeding.

This moment.

It occurred to me that he had said earlier, "Ghosts." ”

It's been a long way.

He shouted twice, but each time it was extremely thrilling.

What is a "ghost".

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a disembodied soul, or rather its existence.

Completely executed in the panic in the hearts of the people.

At least after so many years, if it's a zombie, I'm okay with it.

But say it's a "ghost." ”

I froze for a moment.

"Lao Yan, what the hell did you just say..., why haven't I seen it."

Remembering that on the staircase, we were curious to open the rusty iron door.

He reached in and was the first to cry out in terror.

It's also "ghosts." ”

What does the ghost in Lao Yan's mouth refer to?

My brain was instantly electrified, and the image in my mind was spinning rapidly.