The sound of heavy breathing, heaving in the chest.

I had bruised arms, my hands clutched over my heart, and my eyes were bloodshot.

Straight and looking at the dark corridor in front of him.

The dim light overhead, like an unstable voltage, flickered little by little.

The eyes seemed to calm down, and the terrifying and penetrating power receded like a tide.

It was a coercion, instinct.

I leaned against the iron door, gasping for air, remembering what I had just experienced, and my heart palpitated.

I don't know why I feel this way, but after entering here.

Everywhere, there is panic.

Slowing down his strength, he stood up abruptly and looked back at the iron gate in front of him.

The iron door, which is more than one person high, is covered with rust under the green paint, and the round nails are densely arranged on it.

I rubbed my hands together and took a deep breath.

Holding his hands tightly on the round handles, he gritted his teeth and turned with all his strength.

"Squeak..."

With a slight rust grinding sound, the handle on the iron door was slowly twisted by me.

Until it turns a circle, it can't be twisted anymore.

I tried to push the iron door open, but I found that the strange iron door in front of me did not move.

It was as if it had completely rusted to death.

I was not discouraged, the green tendons on my forehead burst out, and I almost gritted my teeth to fight for strength.

I just wanted to push hard again, but I accidentally saw the round handle, almost covered with rust under the keyhole.

"The key... Key.... ”

I sat on the ground for a moment, and the gaze in my eyes was sloppy, as if I had lost my fighting spirit.

I was a little dazed, and I couldn't help but feel a pang when I remembered the communication in the team just now.

"I have to live... Something must have happened there to the platoon commander, they need me. ”

Moment.

I don't know, where did the courage in my heart come from.

It seems that even the wound doesn't hurt so much.

Without hesitation, I took out the water bag, poured out a little water, and scrubbed my face vigorously.

In his hand, the wolf's eye flashlight was turned on to the maximum, and a beam of light shone out.

Like a glorious sword, it breaks through the thorns of darkness.

"Since this is a dead end..., then I'm going to see where the other side leads."

I plucked up the courage and went back the way I came.

Every step you take is like walking on thin ice.

The iron gate stood behind me, and in front of me was an unknown dark corridor.

The overhead lights flickered on and off.

It seems to be a harbinger of what terrible storm.

This place has long been already, and it can't be measured according to common sense, only by being fearless in your heart can you live strongly.

The flickering lights, I looked at them as if they were nothing.

Suddenly.

The cold touch caressed the back of my neck tightly.

It's like a pair of cold hands, mixed with a fishy smell.

"Whew..."

A fragrant breeze blows.

Gentle hair, with a sigh blowing through my earlobes, like a woman with a grief.

Tight, clinging to my back.

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color...".

In my mouth, I read in a daze, forcibly stabilizing my mind.

His eyes widened and he stared ahead.

I could clearly see that on my left shoulder, there was indeed a white arm.

It's real to the touch, it's not an illusion.

I held my breath and turned my head cautiously, the scene in front of me suddenly changed.

The iron door behind him was open.

Strands of hair poked out, creaturing through the gaps and keyholes, and spreading across the walls.

Behind the iron gate, it seems that some ulterior secret is hidden.

"Come on."

"Come and play with me."

A very charming voice resounded in my head.

I could clearly see the woman on my back, running quickly towards the iron gate.

From time to time, he turned his head and chuckled, and his voice was like a heavenly sound.

The face was white, as if it was bloodless.

"Whew..."

The sound of heavy gasps, which rose and fell in my ears, made me want to stop.

My heart was clear, but my steps seemed to be controlled by a strange force, and I walked towards the iron gate little by little.

In an instant, cold sweat spread all over the body.

The hair that spread all around me, wriggling like a viper, wrapped around my legs.

They seemed to be pervasive, wrapping me tightly and moving towards the iron gate little by little.

I woke up and struggled hard.

But it was all in vain, and the black hair wrapped around me like a silkworm chrysalis.

The iron door that gradually opened and closed in front of me was like the bloody mouth of a demon in hell, about to devour me.

My eyes were blood-red, and I had almost exhausted all my strength.

My fingertips touched the magazine slightly, and as if I saw hope, I desperately drove myself into the wall next to me.

I hope to accidentally touch the trigger.

"Smack."

A crisp gunshot rang out.

The scene in front of me faded instantly, and I was still standing by the iron gate.

The light was once again dimmed, and the broken brick lamp still hung silently overhead.

The sweat on his forehead, "tick-tock...", slowly slid down.

The green-painted iron door in front of him cracked a corner.

It was whirring outward, blowing a cold wind.

I was in a trance, and the hallucinations I had just had come to mind.

I was a little timid, and I even began to think that I had "claustrophobia".

I leaned on the door, squinting and looking through the crack.

The wolf-eye flashlight in his hand emitted a blazing white light, but he couldn't see anything.

I gritted my teeth and clenched the small-caliber gun in the magazine in my hand.

One hand gripped the crack in the iron door, trying to open it.

In the other hand, the pistol is clenched and the shooting position is standard.

“… Chirping. ”

This time, the iron door was effortlessly pushed open by me.

The scene in front of me can be seen at a glance along the flashlight.

It's a place, like an "operating room", or rather, it's a place.

Seems to be old and abandoned," the underground dissection room. ”

The whole space is very narrow, and the stone walls are lined with all kinds of huge glass jars.

Identifying by the Japanese label above, I can almost conclude that it should be a specimen soaked in formalin.

It was covered with a thick layer of dust all around, in the very center of the stone chamber.

There was a shelf, and a dried female corpse lay flat on a table, surrounded by all sorts of rusty utensils.

Her organs had been removed, leaving only an empty abdominal cavity, sallow yellow and translucent, stiff but not rotten.

I can't help but feel a little nauseous.

At this point, I can finally conclude that this strange and huge mysterious underground fortification.

It is indeed left over from the Japanese army of that year.

This news is extremely important, and it is so long after entering the underground fortifications.

The first clue collected.

I barely had time to investigate it before I pulled out the communicator that was tightly wrapped around my waist.

The signal from the upper level is always interrupted.

Recalling the platoon commander's last communication, my heart always hangs.

I put my finger next to the communication button, and I wanted to dial it several times, but I slowly put it down.

Just as I hesitated, a message suddenly came out of the communicator in my hand.

A few eye-catching small words clearly touched my nerves.

"Run, there's a ghost in the house!"