I knew that the things inside wanted to break free, so I didn't mean to block it at all, so I let go of the doorknob in my hand directly, and the other end hurried to remind them, but in a blink of an eye, I found that they were both ready, and the crossbow arrow of the old generation was unstringed when I made a hole.

I saw the fat man hurriedly wave my hand to get out of the way, and I knew that there was nothing going on with me next, and then, as they slowly approached the door, I took the opportunity to move behind the two of them.

At this time, the door was completely open, there was nothing behind the door, it was pitch black, and the fat man's flashlight was shining inside. At the same time, the second crossbow arrow of the old generation has been shot out, but the contents have not yet come out.

The fat man and the old generation knew the severity, in this case, there must be fraud inside, they gestured to each other, and no one went up first. What followed was a very strange scene, a solid gas pouring out of the room, really pouring. These gases should contain a lot of dust, and the mass of the dust is not light, so it will be in the current situation.

Before the dust had completely settled, the two of them had already moved to the other side, and I took a few steps back, my back already pressed against the wall. This black gas slowly pressed down, and it didn't take long for it to fall to the ground. As far as I could see, a square black mark had already appeared on the original gray-white dust on the ground.

"What's the matter, poisonous gas" At this time, I have seen the scene in the door frame, there is nothing, the shelves, tables and chairs inside are well placed, it is an ordinary room, just look at the many equipment, it seems to be a control room. Seeing that nothing ran out, I asked in a whisper.

"It's not like yes, oxidized paint." I knew from the tone of the fat man's voice that he wasn't much sure, but these things didn't kill us directly, and we didn't think he was a threat.

A few people stood at the door, looked in again, and there was still nothing, where did the sound come from, and I clearly felt just now, the door was forcibly opened by a force. I didn't come early, I didn't come late, but we just came to the door, and it didn't make sense. At least judging by the sound, this is definitely not coming from the door itself.

The door is not thick, it is almost the thickness of a modern security door. We cautiously entered the door, fearing that something would hide on it, so the first place to guard was the top of our heads, but apart from the shelves used for the ceiling, there were only dense cables, which were at least twice as many as outside. Sure enough, as I guessed, this is a master control room.

Knowing this, I am a little relieved, because if it is indeed the general control room, then there must be a design drawing or structure diagram of the base, and no matter how bad the circuit control diagram should always be, it is convenient to maintain, this is a necessary setting.

Finding nothing on the ceiling, our attention turned to the back of the door. Actually, the space behind the door was not a slap in the face, and there was actually nothing hidden at all, but just in case it was something weird, we opened it and checked it again.

It wasn't easy, because when I pulled the door, I felt a very strong force, and I thought something was pulling in reverse, but I didn't want the fat man to let out a boo after I opened it.

I turned my head to look and saw that the back of the door was empty, and there was nothing at it, and in the upper left corner of the door, there was a spring, which was why the door was pulled back in an instant after I opened the door.

I let go, and the door slammed against the wall again, and there was another clang, but fortunately there was granite behind it, otherwise there would have been a ditch in the wall in a few years.

I took a closer look at the room, which was less than half the size of the previous office, and one of the walls was filled with various pieces of equipment, large and small, with cables connected to the top of the head, some from one side, and some from another hole, where it went.

Most of the instruments have old-fashioned snowflake screens, and the console is full of all kinds of buttons, all of which are covered with dust, and if there is no legend or manual, it is impossible to guess what it is used for.

Aside from that, there is a single bed on the other side against the wall, which is manned 24 hours a day. People eat and live here. And the large pile of messy bedding on the bed, also bulging, has basically been petrified, and I have long thought of the feeling of being greasy and sticky to the touch.

My attention is focused on these instruments and equipment, and the speculation in the main control room is basically confirmed. In other words, the power supply is also controlled here, and when you look overhead, the electric lights in this room are still intact, which will be a little surprising to this, and it is only because we have not seen a complete light bulb outside, and we don't know that after all the personnel of the base died, the power was cut off, and the sudden high voltage caused them to blow up.

Thinking about controlling the power supply, I wanted to try to see if I could find the main switch of the generator, and I don't know if it could be running again after a few decades, and it stands to reason that the large equipment of those years was imported from the Soviet Union, and the quality was more than 95 percent, needless to say, and there would not be much problem in starting it as long as the fuel was sufficient.

It's just that the hundreds of buttons and dozens of levers on the console still made me give up this idea, although it is unrealistic imagination, but if there is really a self-destruct system, I will be pumped, it will be more than worth the loss.

I was about to beckon the fat man to come and see, but I found that they were not on my side. A casual glance saw them standing in front of the single bed. After walking a few steps, I was about to ask questions, but I saw two people cleaning the bedding.

I felt a little strange in my heart, so I went up too, and it was only about a meter or two closer that I was so smoky that I almost didn't vomit out of the stench.

"What are you doing?" I asked, and they didn't look back, still looking at the contents of the futon.

This made me even more curious, and I covered my nose and endured the stench, and took a few steps to the place where I could see their movements, and the bedding was still being disassembled by them with a knife. I was really puzzled, so I asked again.

The fat man didn't pay attention to it at all, and directly picked open one end of the futon with a knife, let me take a look, and quickly put it down. Although the stay was short, I could see clearly that it was a bone bone foot.

There were hundreds of corpses outside, or even more, and neither of them had touched them, but this one was directly on the hands, and the reason for this I knew immediately, because the bones outside were all black, and they were undoubtedly poisoned by poison gas, and the corpses had been rotting in the poison gas for decades. And this one, just by looking at the soles of the feet, I knew that it was a corpse that had not been poisoned, at least not in the poison gas for a long time.

I beckoned the fat man to give me a flashlight and help them clear the bedding faster, the flocculent things were tattered, but their stickiness made them very difficult to clean.

The first thing that fell out was a notebook, the deceased held it in the palm of his hand, and still maintained the last condition, presumably this person should have used this notebook to write down something, and finally wrapped himself directly in the futon, and slowly died.

Because the notebook was stained with some black sticky debris, the fat man directly picked it up on the console with a knife, probably waiting to see it later.

I waited for several gasps in a row, and the process of cleaning up this stuff was boring. Finally, a corpse completely curled up in front of our calves appeared in front of our eyes.

As I thought, this person was extremely frightened before he died, or very cold, so he wrapped so many quilts around his body. The whole body remained in its pre-mortem state, and we did not destroy anything out of humanity, but after a few glances, the body was indeed not killed by poison gas. So in connection with the previous speculation, this is very easy to explain.

The poison gas may be an emergency, everyone is attacked without knowing it, and the time of the poison gas may be at night or during the rest time, so they don't move much, but this does not rule out the possibility that the poison gas will seal their throats with blood. The poisonous gas first spread slowly from an area, and the person on duty in the general control room realized that something was wrong, he at least inhaled a lot of poisonous gas, because of the airtightness of the door of the general control room, so he escaped, but he didn't know the situation outside, which is difficult to explain, even if he didn't know whether there was poisonous gas outside, he should have gone out to see, but he didn't go out, which proved that he knew that the poisonous gas still existed outside.

Thinking of this, the fat man pointed to the accusation console, what he meant was that if it was really the general control, there were settings for toxic gas or smoke alarms, and he saw that the gas alarm light was still on, so he didn't dare to go out. But there are no supplies here, so he can only be trapped here, so he will be in his current state.

"There were protective suits in the office just now, why didn't there be one in such an important general control room?" I looked around for a while, and suddenly a clever idea came to my mind, and then I thought of this problem, there was indeed no protective clothing in the general control room, and the small cabinet on one side was just a clump of debris.

"So as I said before, it's not fully completed and put into use, and some of the equipment and facilities are not complete." The fat man waved his hand and looked at the notebook on the main console. He paused and said, "Just look at it." ”

A few of us walked straight to the main console, and the fat man opened the laptop first. Because the things stuck on the cover were so disgusting, the fat man simply tore off the cover and the things without text on both sides.

The things recorded in the notebook are not very content, because they are intermittent, there is basically no connected timeline, and most of them are trivial things, and it can even be said that half of the parts are records before they came here, and they have no value at all.