He lay on my back, and every struggle caused blood to froth at the corners of his mouth.

But he still kept saying something, like a dying person, telling others about his reluctance and unresolved wishes.

Seeing that his injuries were getting worse, I hurriedly whispered.

"Don't talk about it, the blood will run dry later."

This time, he couldn't help but tremble and laughed quietly, and his hoarse voice echoed in his ears, as if he had seen through life and death.

"Don't... Don't carry me on your back, I seem to see Uruka waving at me. ”

"If we drag it on, we'll both die."

His tone was pleading, and I later learned that the "Uluka" he spoke of represented death in his hometown in Xinjiang.

It's just that I didn't pay attention to his words at that time, and still carried him forward step by step.

The cracked kerosene lamp in his hand illuminates the road in front of him little by little, and the rifle in his hand even acts as a crutch.

Unexpectedly, just when the two of us were at their most difficult, an iron door suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of us, and this dark green rusty iron door separated the entire tunnel.

Under the illumination of the kerosene lamp in his hand, a strange green light was refracted, and the hearts of those who watched it were hairy.

I couldn't help but go forward, now that the back road has been completely blocked, I have to continue the road under my feet no matter what.

Gently wiped off a layer of moss attached to the iron door with his hand, and an extremely conspicuous sign appeared on the door.

In an instant, I noticed that the sign on the iron door seemed to represent biochemistry and radiation, and there was even an extremely conspicuous skull pattern next to it.

And I've seen all these things in the underground fortifications decades ago, representing the place where the little devils studied top secrets.

I never dreamed that I would come here by mistake.

I was a little hesitant in my heart, if I opened the iron door, what danger would happen, with the current two of them, I would definitely be buried here.

But if he stopped, Suchak behind him would definitely be in danger of his life.

I hesitated and decided to place Suchak on the ground first, leaning him against the wall in the distance.

He clenched the round handle on the iron door, couldn't help but grit his teeth and close his eyes, and turned it stiffly.

The creaking sound of rust grinding was crisp in my ears, and the iron door seemed to be completely rusted because it hadn't been opened for too long.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the iron door had been pushed open by me, and there was a gap for one person to pass.

Just when I thought there would be some danger hidden inside the iron gate, the scene before me was as silent as death and strange as never before.

The first thing I saw was an upside-down face, a dried corpse with its head up and head down.

At this time, it was hanging from the ceiling of the stone chamber and swaying from side to side, and the position that should have been the eye has become a hole in two black holes.

He was staring at me, an uninvited guest.

There were five or six corpses hanging upside down in the stone chamber like this, and some of the Japanese military clothes on their bodies had already decayed with their bodies.

The pitch-black teeth were uneven, but the rusty Japanese command knife stuck in the ground shone with the ghostly light of the Hittithers.

I can't help but guess that these people look like they're committing suicide, but I've never seen anyone choose to commit suicide with their heads up and feet down.

Although this practice will congest his brain, he will not be able to get up and untie the ropes on his feet for a long time, and eventually hang himself.

But why did this group of little devils do this, even if it was a caesarean section, it would be a hundred times faster than such a way of dying.

Seeing that there was no danger in the stone chamber, I carried Suchak in little by little through the crack in the door.

After finding a dusty chair and carefully setting him up, he finally couldn't help but look at the narrow stone room.

The table was densely packed with materials and dust.

I couldn't help but pick up a sallow piece of paper, only to find that it was full of irrelevant content, and the documents that could really give me some clues.

But they had been thrown into the brazier decades ago and burned to ashes.

I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated in my heart, but I didn't expect to find a dusty archive book in the cabinet in the corner next to me.

I couldn't wait to open it, and there were some weird black and white photos inside.

The first photo shows several ** strong Japanese, with strips of white cloth tied to their heads, looking like they are at home.

The second photo gave me a chill in the second photo, where many soldiers in gas masks were sewing armor on their bodies.

These antique armors of some shapes exude dead silence and antiquity, but what I didn't expect was that they were actually stitched onto human skin.

And the final finished product is a Japanese soldier in ancient armor, wearing a ghost head mask on his face and carrying *** around his waist.

A strange feeling that had never been felt before permeated my heart.

I couldn't help but remember where I seemed to have seen the figure in the photo, but I couldn't remember it for a moment.

Unexpectedly, in addition to those weird black and white photos, there are many papers with experimental materials in the portfolio.

Although I can't understand the above chemical formulas and other things, I can vaguely find that the above descriptions are similar words about the recombination of cells and DNA in the human body.

Combined with the photos above, it is not difficult for me to guess that the ultimate purpose of the experiment of this group of little devils back then seems to be to turn their soldiers into monsters.

This is almost the same as the Soul Gate plan I saw in the Men in Black's safe.

A fragment flashed through his mind, and a strange memory suddenly appeared in front of him.

I suddenly remembered that when the memory of the man in black was implanted in my mind, there were several memories of the Japanese military fortifications under the mentally ill old building.

Although later in the abandoned theater, I watched the footage they showed and saw how they built the old mentally ill building, and all kinds of memories that never happened.

But at this time, my heart still couldn't help but be touched.

Those who are called the last hole cards of the emperor by the little devil seem to be the samurai in the photo with armor sewn all over their bodies.

They are invulnerable, with sharp *** in their hands, and there are no words about orders and emotions in their heads.

Only the killing and cold-bloodedness that exist in the spirit of the soldier can even be called the perfect combination of cold weapons and the strongest body.

I couldn't help but gasp and selectively put something valuable in my arms.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a vase placed in a recess in the wall behind me caught my attention.

For some reason, after decades of decay and erosion, most of the things in the house have become dusty and dilapidated.

Only this vase looks out of place with the rest of the scene, painted with colored glaze and faintly glittering.

It was as if I had thought of something all of a sudden, and I moved closer and closer with cautious steps.

Unexpectedly, when the palm of my hand touched the cold bottle, I suddenly found that the bottom of the bottle was connected to the stone wall, and I couldn't take it down.