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Hu Zi said: "Where there are people, there are ghosts, and no one can hide from them." Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but we also ignore one person. ”

"Who?"

"Blue Enchantress!"

"You mean the blue face?" I thought, thinking that he was most likely a participant in the construction of this underground structure, it is not surprising that he is here.

Beard told us to turn off the flashlight, leaving only one to save power, and then said, "Anyway, that old goblin is not a good bird, we are all in good spirits, and if he finds out that we are not dead, he will definitely play tricks." With that, he walked up the stairs.

At the end of the staircase is a long corridor, and on both sides of the corridor there is a large closed iron door every few meters, which looks lifeless, and under the dim light of the flashlight, it is very strange.

At this moment, suddenly from the end of the corridor, there was a faint ticking sound, echoing in the narrow corridor, and we could hear our hairs stand on end.

"What sound?" Ah Bang reacted the most, immediately turned on the flashlight and shone into the depths of the corridor, in the empty corridor, there was only the sound of our breathing and the faint tick, and the rest, nothing.

"It feels a bit like a BB machine!" I said, "Were there BB machines in those days?" ”

Thinking about it, I stared into the darkness of the corridor, and it felt more and more weird, if I could find a BB machine here, and the BB machine was still ringing, it would be even more rebellious than finding a battleship underground.

"It's not a BB machine, it's a telegram!" Beard said suddenly.

"Are you sure?" Abang and I looked at Beard with puzzled expressions.

Hu Zi nodded firmly: "When I was in the queue, I ran to the call class every day in order to soak a female soldier in the call class in the county, and I will never forget that kind of telegram sound for the rest of my life." ”

I saw him gritting his teeth, and said in my heart that when he soaked that soldier, he must not have gotten good fruit. But what he said was conclusive, it didn't look like he was talking nonsense, so it's strange that there was still a telegraph working in this abandoned pre-liberation underground bunker? Where does the electricity come from? The only thing I could think of was that it was really haunted.

At this moment, there was a sudden crackling sound in the corridor, and then suddenly a white light lit up, so that we couldn't open our eyes, and Abang shouted: "There are ghosts!" He turned around and ran down the stairs, grabbed him with his beard and said, "There's your sister, it's not a ghost, it's a lamp!" ”

I immediately saw that there were gas lamps hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor every few meters, and at this time they were all on, illuminating the corridor transparently.

It was really against the sky, I saw Abang's pale face, even more bloodless under the light of some flickering gas lights, and began to pray in my heart, Abang must not go crazy. It's not just him, I'm almost going crazy, what the hell is this underground bunker that has been abandoned for many years? I even had a hallucination, the next second those big iron doors would automatically open, and the agents of the Republic of China were busy coming in and out, and then I heard a snap, and a bearded man in a vest walked over and said to them: "OK, finish!" ”

I shook my head and tried to sober myself up a bit, and then the beard said: "I know what's going on, since this bunker is so close to the underground river, it must be for the convenience of power generation, and since the water level of the underground river outside has risen, it will definitely push the generator to continue working, so there will be electricity here."

I let out a long breath, and the beard's explanation barely made sense, but what was the matter with the telegram? It wouldn't have sounded on its own if no one was doing it, unless someone was sending a non-stop telegram to the place. I looked at the iron door at the end of the corridor, and thought to myself, if we walked over and suddenly opened the iron door, would we see a spy from the Republic of China sending a telegram? So what do we do? Tell him to raise his hands, we are proletarian fighters, you are arrested. And then the spy smiled evilly, and suddenly detonated the grenade on his body, and then we died for the country in this hellish place? Damn, I can't even think about it.