Biao Ye's face was pale, and he gestured to the white fat man, meaning: Go! Let's go out and say.

The white fat man held back the horror in his heart, and followed Biao Ye out of the foul-smelling livestock pen. He had never seen a cave like that, it was pitch black, as if there was no end, and there was no way to escape if he fell into it. The whirring wind reminded him of a place - hell.

During the confrontation, the once powerful Movlo Kingdom in the northern part of the Heavenly Pivot Kingdom conducted a famous experiment to hell. In the 70s of the last century, Moflo set up an ultra-deep drilling research project, regardless of manpower and cost investment, trying to find out what was hidden under the tapir star. At that time, it was the rising period of scientific explosion, and human beings had reached the vast universe, and their curiosity was also aimed at the underground, and the darkness and deep depths of the sea.

The entire project took 24 years and was dug almost 13,000 meters deep. The miners who worked on that project now receive the same retirement salary as a university professor, but none of them want to recall what happened when they were involved in that project. After a tireless effort, a reporter finally learned why the miners were so secretive about the research project.

When the well was nearly 13,000 kilometers deep, some terrible howls and screams came from the bottom of the well. It was like a group of people going through torture, and the sound was terrifying. In order to find out what caused the underground sound, they threw many sensors and microphones into the borehole, and the data showed that the continuous screams, whether it was the decibel of the sound or the timbre, belonged to humans.

The white fat man went to the country of Molov when he was young, and the so-called newborn calf was not afraid of hardship. He had long heard that the well was a gateway to hell, but the young man did not believe in evil and always wanted to do something out of the ordinary to prove himself. He went to the rumored well, which had long been cordoned off and kept under strict guard. He spent a lot of money to find the locals who lived nearby to lead the way, and in such a large area, there will always be omissions that cannot be taken care of.

The local he hired claimed to have snuck into the well as a child. The fat white man was skeptical of his words, but the other party was very familiar with the environment near the drilling well and knew the alternate time of patrols. It seems that he is not the only one who is curious about drilling, and seeing the appearance of this local, he must have brought people in more than once.

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They managed to evade the patrol who had seen the drilling, and the locals led him to a ruined barbed wire fence. The iron mesh on top has been cut out with scissors to create a square opening for people to pass through, and it can be removed with a light grasp.

He thought the local would follow him, but no matter how much he tried to persuade him, the local shook his head desperately. He told the white fat man that there was a devil wandering inside, and he could only send it here at most, and he didn't want to be haunted by the devil. The white fat man thought that he thought that the reward was too little, and offered to give him double the pay, but the other party was determined to leave, and the white fat man was left alone.

The white fat man felt a little weak, but he had already arrived at this place, and he always felt a little unwilling to go to the well to take a look for himself. So he gritted his teeth and walked inside, the well in the center of the blockade, surrounded by sand and ore, and a dazzling sun overhead.

There are no birds passing over here, as if entering the forbidden area of life, there is no vegetation and no animals, and there is only one person left between heaven and earth.

He saw the abandoned borehole, where there were still traces of the past, and there were temporary huts built to live, which had been uninhabited for many years and had collapsed under the influence of time. There is still drilling equipment at the site that has not been evacuated, and the miners of yesterday seem to be still vivid.

There was no one to guard this place, and the white fat man thought that he would have to go through a lot of twists and turns to get into the well. Now it seems that he is thinking too much, and he is the only one in this place.

If there was a choice, he would not have set foot in that place for half a step, he would rather never have been to the country of Molov in his life. The locals were hiding some very important things from him, such as rumors about the drilling well, and some strange things happening nearby.

For example, after the miners evacuated, the official did not block it immediately. Strange black shadows were witnessed in the middle of the night, and then casualties began one after another. Those who survived were left with lifelong physical and mental disabilities, and their families had to send them to psychiatric hospitals.

After receiving the local report, the official quickly sent people to block the area near the drilling. The few nearby homes close to the drilling well were also evacuated by the authorities, and some of them were completely unaware of what was happening, so they were asked by heavily armed soldiers to leave the temporary settlements, and then moved to absolute safety far away from the drilling.

The local man didn't say a word about these things, but took all his money into his own pocket. The fat white man fulfilled his wish and managed to enter the well, which was unfathomably deep and covered with a sheet of iron, on which was written in Molov script: Warning! It is forbidden to lift the manhole cover.

The white fat man felt a little pity that he didn't see the true face of Lushan with his own eyes. But he couldn't lift the manhole cover alone, because he didn't have the equipment and tools to do it. He kicked the manhole cover with his foot, and the muffled sound, which meant that the thickness of the manhole cover, reached an astonishing level, and it was absolutely impossible for him to get it open with human strength.

At this time, the weather is still relatively hot, and the difference between the temperature in the near polar regions and the latitude in the middle and low latitudes is not as big as imagined because of the sunshine time. In this desolate area, walking alone to the drilling site was inevitably a little dry.

So he didn't leave immediately, but planned to rest in that place for a while, and then find an opportunity to avoid the patrol and go out. At that time, the relationship between Molov and Tianshu was still relatively stiff, and a Tianshu country like him who sneaked into the forbidden area might be killed on the spot by the patrol.

This decision cast a terrible shadow over the rest of his life, the barren sand had no life here, and in the windless noon, there was a strange rustling sound, as if dragging something against the sand. The voice was deep and distant, as if it came from some faraway country.

This is not a good sign for the white fat man. He had done some homework before he came, it was impossible for a large creature other than a human to appear in this land, and judging by the voice, the object it was dragging was not small.

His first thought was of a notorious bandit or an anti-government organization. These blackists are not tolerated by all countries, and can only run to those harsh environments, the famous three-nil zone, or the high seas where there is no legal constraint.

Many of these guys are extreme racists, and if they saw their Middle-earth face, they would definitely give him a relief on the spot. He didn't come out with enough money with him, and he didn't pin his self-defense guy to his waist.

If those guys really want to trouble him, he is the fish on the chopping board, the man is the knife, I am the fish, and death is the best end.

In his opinion, the dragging sound was that the mafia had killed someone and was going to find a place to dispose of the body.

I didn't expect that I was young and young, so I had to give my life to this broken place, Fakes!

The white fat man made an international gesture with his middle finger facing the sky, and found a dark corner where the debris was piled up and hidden. The place is unremarkable, a garbage dump formed by the collapse of the temporary residence of the miners.

In addition, he wanted to greet the alcohol-soaked heads of the Molov country. Are all those security forces bitched? A mafia organization is lurking in their country, and they haven't received any news about it.

No, maybe they received the news, but it was not released to the population. It was said that a lot of strange things had happened to the well, he thought, and it was the blackists who had made it up to scare off the residents of the neighborhood and keep them from approaching their den.

In this way, those patrols exist to guard these blackists and prevent them from escaping the land.

The white fat man was at a loss, he only wanted to have an exciting adventure, but he was not ready to give up his life.

He secretly prayed that the shitty ones wouldn't come to him with a blind eye. Maybe they're doing some illegal dealing, or maybe they're getting into infighting, but none of that has anything to do with him, he just wants to get out of this place right now. Go back to the small single room of the Molov style hotel he rented, and play a little money to watch the beautiful Molov girl song and dance performance.

The sound of dragging prey was amplified in his ears, and he poked out his little head, his eyes wandering around, and he wanted to find the person who was dragging his prey. But no matter how hard he looked, there was still no trace of him, and the dragging sound became even more harsh, which made his mood very irritable, like a barrel of explosives stuffed with gunpowder.

Time passed, but the fucked blackists still didn't show up, as if they were invisible. The sound was still amplified in his ears, and he leaned back against the pile of debris, which somewhat drew some sense of security.

It's close, it's close!

The sound of the drag seemed to ring in his ears, but he swept his eyes around a hundred meters, but he still couldn't see a single living thing. Suddenly, he felt a chill inexplicably, like an air conditioner blowing in the middle of summer, and someone suddenly poured a basin of ice water on his head—his mind became extremely clear—he drilled a well and dug through the gates of hell—

Yes! A little bit of spiritual light connected to give birth to a terrible thought.

The white fat man's gaze was unconsciously attracted by the special manhole cover of Qianjun, where something seemed to be surging.

The thickened manhole cover was rushing like a wave, up and down—and the contents were about to come out!!

The white fat man bit his lip stubbornly, and the wonders that many people would never be able to see in their lives spread out in front of him.

Black gas, thicker than ink, surged like a tide, stirring the air around it, the wind and clouds moved, and the sand and dust rolled. The black air fanned the wind here, and the fine sand danced wildly in the wind. Then came the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and the fat white man retracted his head, and the fear of the unknown made him poke his head out again—he could only be reassured if it was safe with the naked eye.

There was a mandied corpse on the ground, and he was vaguely recognizable as a middle-aged Molov man. He wears a blue-gray worker's uniform with Molov's national micro on his arms. This kind of worker's uniform has long been eliminated, and the white fat man's heart trembled even more.

A friend of his Molov once told him about the difference between the uniforms of the workers there. This type of worker's uniform decided that it should not appear at this time, and the wound on this corpse was still very fresh, if it was really a former worker, his body should have decomposed a long time ago.

The white fat man seems to have fallen into a circle of thinking, like a Klein bottle in physics.

Those black qi seemed to carry life, and the irregular black lines, like the tentacles of jellyfish, kept swinging in the air.

The white fat man felt its emotion strangely, it was a pure and evil hunger. Later, his consciousness was like an electric shock, and he instantly froze in a certain picture. When he woke up again, his patrol men had taken him out of the forbidden place. Under the guarantee of the local who led the way, he was ransomed and avoided the fate of being sent to trial.

It wasn't gratuitous, of course, and he paid the local a large sum of money afterwards. He paid the money willingly, and in that case he was already snickering if he could save his life.