I cautiously walked over, and there was an inner door, which was darker inside. In the dark, I saw a red light flashing on the power supply, and the sound came from that place, which should be where the radio station was.

I didn't go in easily, I went back to the office and wanted to bring the lamp in, but I found that the wires were too short, and the lamp could only be placed at the door at most. I placed the lamp on the floor and twisted the joints to let the light shine through from the bottom to the top, barely illuminating the space inside.

When the light came, I glanced around, and it looked like a storeroom, full of cluttered materials, books scattered on the floor, and the sound was indeed a radio.

It looks like an old-fashioned radio in my mind, bulky, at first glance it looks like a battery magnified a hundredfold, the red light flashes back and forth, and the sound is disturbed by the electric current, which sounds a little distorted.

However, Li Damin's voice is still quite recognizable. There was nothing dangerous in the back room, so I walked in, pulled over a broken chair, and sat down at the radio to listen carefully.

Li Damin inside seemed to be talking to someone, he said: "Hades, my definition is the place where the spirits of the dead go after people die. ”

Another person's voice came over the radio, and he asked Li Damin, "What form does the undead exist?" ”

"That's another question," Mr. Li said, "and don't go off-topic." ”

The man retorted to him, saying, "No, I just think it's a very related issue. The form of existence of the undead also determines the state of the underworld......"

The more I listened, the more confused I became, and judging from the conversation, Li Damin was discussing the concept of the underworld with someone I didn't know. This theme is infiltrating enough. Judging by the tone of their voices, the tone of the two of them is very calm and slightly sharp, and it sounds like a chatter between friends and friends.

I'm really getting more and more confused, what kind of world is this, where has Li Damin gone, why does the process of talking to a person come out of the radio?

Was he asked to do a dialogue on the radio?

Li Damin is not a person who does not distinguish between priorities and priorities, he will not do meaningless things, and it is impossible for him to go to the radio station to do programs for no reason, unless, there is only one explanation.

Li Damin wants to kill himself in this world, and he is a staff member of the radio program. He approached this staff member by doing a show...... I applaud my reasoning, I thought of such a tortuous process, I am really a genius.

The conversation between Li Damin and the man on the radio ended quickly, and at the end, Li Damin suddenly said something, which shook my confidence in the reasoning I had just made.

He said: "Lao Liu, the weather is bad at night, you should go back." ”

With that, the rustle of electricity sounded again, and the conversation was interrupted.

Because of this sentence, I suddenly realized that my inference was completely wrong. If Li Damin really did a radio program, he would never say such a thing in the tone of a master. This sentence sounded like a fragment of Li Damin's life with someone, which was recorded by a third party and spread.

I was pondering when I suddenly heard heavy footsteps outside the door, followed by the sound of the door slamming.

In an instant, the scalp exploded, and someone came! I tried to turn off the lamp, but the door was already open, and the footsteps seemed to be the man walking in.

I didn't have time to turn off the lights, but I quickly scanned the environment and noticed that there was a large pile of books stacked very high in the corner, and the corner seemed to be able to hide people.

I quickly hid in that place, and as soon as I hid, I saw a long black shadow fall outside.

My heart was racing, I could barely breathe, and I stared hard. The man, who seemed to be extremely tired, walked in on two legs, and when he reached the door, he saw a lamp on the ground. His figure froze slightly, then bent down to pick up the lamp.

I secretly regretted it, it's over, it's all exposed, if the situation is really critical, I'll quickly contact the psychic bracelet to go back.

The man put the lamp back and coughed and turned on the light in the room. A beam of light came from the ceiling, and the brightness was slightly stronger than a dozen watts of old-fashioned light bulbs, dim and dim. Working here all year round, how many degrees does this person's eyes have to be short-sighted?

The man walked in, panting, as if he had just finished some heavy work, and he pulled the chair I had just sat in and sat down, the chair creaking with an indescribable exhaustion.

He didn't sit on it, it sounded more like throwing himself into a chair, as if the action drained all his strength.

My nervousness and anxiety are slowly dissipating, and even if this kind of person who has no physical strength is in a head-on confrontation, I am not worthy. Thinking of this, I had the audacity to peek out.

The man's back was facing me, and he was lying on the table, struggling to adjust the radio. The radio rustled, and Li Damin's voice came from inside. Li Damin seemed to be in an extremely empty place, with a cave-like echo in his voice, and recited a poem aloud: "Snow White is a girl, the wind blows the jade flute ghost singing~~"

I wondered why Li Damin was still chatting with people somewhere just now, and why he ran to the cave to recite poetry in an instant.

What the hell is he in now?

The man in front of the radio coughed as he took out his notebook, opened it with difficulty, and recorded something on it. He hunched his back, like an old man, very old.

At this time, Li Damin's voice came from the radio again, "...... There's one thing I've always wanted to study, and that's 'mindfulness'. I know people, ghosts, and I have spied on the fairy gate, but I still don't know what 'Nian' is! If you look at this place, this cave has been transformed by the Japanese and has become the place where the most grievances gather. The giant faces you see, they are not ghosts or ghosts, but from people's thoughts before they were born, and countless thoughts exist out of the human body, forming a huge energy! Among these thoughts, there is a most special being......"

The person who was recording suddenly coughed violently, and Li Damin couldn't hear what he was saying behind him. He turned off the radio, covered his mouth with his hands, and coughed so much that his shoulders were shaking.

I was numb when I saw it, this person can't have tuberculosis, right? If you cough up, don't cough up your lungs.

He coughed and coughed and finally turned around, and the first thing I saw was that my whole body was terrified, why, I had never seen such a terrible person when I was so old.

His horror was not how terrifying he was, but that he was too old, and I had to be ninety years old if I was not a hundred years old, and I had never seen a person grow old like this, with the overlapping wrinkles on his face, and the sagging human skin to form such a terrible effect.

The old man's eyes were cloudy, completely devoid of brilliance, the eyeballs were lifeless pale gray, like two broken glass balls, his hair was thin, only some were draped on the back half of his head, he had no beard, and he looked like an old eunuch in the late Qing Dynasty who had lived for more than a hundred years.

He coughed for a long time, took his hand away, saliva and mucus dripping down his fingers. I almost threw up when I saw it, to be honest, I had a little courage to go out and fight or something just now, but now I see this person so terrible and weird, that little courage is like a small flame has been extinguished.

Who is this old man, and why is he locked up in the attic by himself to do research?

He coughed for a while, sighed incessantly, tired. He leaned back in his chair and squinted at the ceiling, wondering if he was asleep or something.

If I wanted to get out, I had to pass in front of him, but I didn't dare to risk it. This old man is not afraid of anything else, don't cough me in the face when the time comes, spit on the stars, and then infect me with any disease, it is better to beat me up.

I was crouching in this corner, hot and dry, and my legs were numb.

I carefully tried to stand up with my hands behind me, but suddenly my hands were out of support, and when my body was about to fall, I finally held myself up to something. I wondered, and when I looked back, I found that there was a staircase hidden in the darkness behind me, and in the faint light, the staircase led to the ceiling.

I saw that the old man was not paying attention, leaned back slightly, leaned lightly on the stairs, and looked up. At the end of the staircase, in the position of the ceiling, there is a black dark board, which means that there is also an attic hidden above.

I thought about it, hesitated, and climbed up the stairs with my hands and feet.

Fortunately, the staircase was relatively sturdy, and there was no strange sound between the woods, so I climbed up the stairs to the top, and when I turned my head to look down, the old man was still leaning back in his chair and squinting slightly, probably asleep.

The top of my head was a dark board, pushed by hand, and it was not locked. Carefully try to keep the sound as low as possible, push the dark board open, fold it on the other side, and then probe in, this is the top of the attic, located above the ceiling, hiding such a large space.

Supposedly, this place should be full of dust and choking my nose, but I simply sniffed with my nose, and the airflow was very smooth, and there was no smell. I touched it with my hand, and my palm was not stained. I realized that this should be the place that this strange old man used to be, and he frequented it a lot.

There are no outsiders in the attic, only the old man alone, so why bother to set up a secret space above the ceiling in such a secret office?

As I pondered, the strange old man below suddenly moved, his throat burping, and he bent down and coughed violently, as if choking on his own saliva.

He slowly stood up, his feet sliding on the ground like a zombie, and slowly walked towards the place where I was hiding.