The door was of iron and had a lock on it. Geng Yan came over at this time and shone it with a flashlight, looked at me and said, "Brother Yang, do you think there will be ghosts in here?" ”。

I felt uncomfortable when I heard her say this, and scolded: "Hell, you are big, can you shut up for me from now on?" ”。

Geng Yan knew that he was speechless, so he closed his mouth and stopped talking.

I took the padlock off the door and pushed it twice.

With a clang, I opened the iron door, leaking a staircase that went down.

Here, it turned out to be a basement.

I don't know what kind of medicine the person who wrote this note was selling in the gourd, but it was clear that the person must not have wanted to hide anything. Otherwise, it will never be.

I looked at Geng Yan and said, "You wait here for me for a while, I'll go in and have a look."

I don't think it's going to be dangerous, and I can't lead the girl in. Maybe it's because I'm a police officer, and I always want to protect the people around me.

When I finished saying this, I was about to meet Geng Yan's grateful eyes, but this girl didn't eat this set, so she had to go in with me. In the end, I had no choice but to let her follow closer.

I shone my flashlight downwards, the staircase was made of wood, and I didn't know if it could hold my weight.

I carefully poked out one foot first to make sure there was nothing wrong with the stairs before heading down.

I don't know what this basement is used for, could it be the cellar used to pickle pickles in nursing homes?

It was very damp and smelled musty, and I could smell the rotting of animal carcasses. This gave me a bad premonition.

This basement is much bigger than I expected, and after going down the stairs is a dozen square meters, and on the left is a passage. A small door on the right doesn't know what it's used for inside.

I tried to push the door, but I didn't expect it to open all at once. There was a flurry. Geng Yan said: "What kind of place is this?" ”。

My heart says how do I know. Then he pushed the door open completely, and shone a flashlight inside.

Depend on.

It turned out to be a toilet.

I laughed self-deprecatingly: "I am as careful as I am when I open the toilet door, I am afraid that I will pull the inside of my pants."

Geng Yan was unmoved by my words, looked at the passage on the left and said, "Go over there."

I took the toilet and walked to the left aisle. I didn't take a few steps to find a piece of paper taped to the top of the wall.

We looked at the note curiously, and it said, "I'm sorry that the first note didn't stop you from coming here." This is the last note to persuade you to leave. One step forward is unpredictable, please respect yourself.

I looked at this sloppy note and didn't know how to feel, could it be a prank done by the owner here?

I looked at Geng Yan beside me, and I didn't know whether to continue walking or return on the spot.

Geng Yan also saw the content of this paper and said, Obviously, this is a reminder from the owner here to outsiders, but if I go back, I won't feel that it will help me to hit ghosts in the past few days.

This is the truth, the purpose of coming here is to solve Geng Yan's matter, if he is scared back by these two notes, then Geng Yan will be miserable. I can't even find an object.

I said, let's be careful, and if we find that the momentum is not right, we will slip back quickly.

After Geng Yan nodded, the two of us continued to walk inside.

The corridor in the basement was quiet, except for the sound of our footsteps and breathing, which gave me the illusion of being back in the tomb. I walked very carefully in front of me, so to speak, walking on thin ice.

Because of those two notes, my psychology was more or less frightened.

To my surprise, there are some large and small rooms here. I counted about seven.

Could it be that at that time, there was a nursing home, and there was a basement. And who live here? The staff here?

Geng Yan and I stood in the hallway, looking at the rooms in front of us. There was always a gloomy feeling.

I habitually clenched my fists, turned my head and whispered to Geng Yan: "Open these doors and see, if there is a ghost inside, we will fight." If there is a group of ghosts, let's prepare to be with them here."

Geng Yan was about to cry when he heard my words. I'm also flawless to take into account her feelings now.

I walked towards the first door. But to my astonishment, the doors were made of iron, with a large lock hanging from them, and I knew by the size of the lock that I would not have been able to open them without tools.

Suddenly, I discovered something else that puzzled me.

Not only are the doors locked, but the strangest thing is that the iron doors are welded shut. The top and bottom welds are very strong, and even if you give me a hammer, you may not be able to break it.

Why are these gates drought-dead? Geng Yan said tremblingly.

I looked at the level of welding and thought, "Oh my boy, is there a tiger in there?" As for that!

I looked at Geng Yan and whispered, "It seems that it is to prevent the contents from coming out." ”。

But what's behind the real ones?

It's been deserted for twenty years, and even if there is anything inside, it's already dead.

We slowly walked a few steps inside, and found that the doors were almost welded like this. Only the seventh chamber was a wooden door, unlocked, and half-hidden.

I pushed open the door and shone a flashlight inside, and suddenly my scalp exploded. Geng Yan screamed a long time ago.

I didn't have time to stop her screaming, and besides, there was no one living here. Just call it, don't talk about her, I almost screamed.

However, I have not been a police officer in vain all these years, although I am really scared, but I can still control myself.

This room is not big, with a coffee table and a sofa inside. And on that couch was a rotting and stinking corpse.

When I suddenly saw a corpse unprepared, no one would react much better than me.

At this time, Geng Yan hadn't fainted yet, and I was already burning high incense.

I covered my nose and looked inside, and saw that in addition to the coffee table and sofa, there was a bed, a chair, a small desk, and a few things scattered on the table, a kettle, and three cups.

I guess it's an office.

Who is this person who is dead here? Why is there no one here who cares? Didn't anyone who was in the nursing home notice it at the time?

Or is this man coming in and living here after it was deserted?

I looked at the thing on the desk and wanted to go over and have a look. Maybe there's something to be gained.

Now Geng Yan and I are looking in at the door of this house, and Geng Yan doesn't dare to go inside. In the end, I had no choice but to pretend to be brave and go to the room.

I'm scared, but I'm more curious. Everything here was a bit unbelievable, and I had a sense of excitement to see what kind of place it was.

I took a closer look inside and made sure there was no danger before entering.

Except for the quilt on the bed, only there was something on that desk. I covered my mouth and leaned over to the table, and saw that it was some scattered pieces of paper, the same kind of paper as the previous two notes, both of which were stationery, old enough to look like yellowed old photographs.

I looked at the paper and found that some of the papers were blank, some of them had handwriting on them, and they were so sloppy that I could barely tell what was written. I patiently looked at a few photos and found that they were all records of the lives of some old people, such as the frequency of eating, drinking, urinating and urinating, etc. There is no record of this basement.

I glanced at the corpse sitting on the couch and couldn't really figure out who this person was or why he died here. Didn't the people of the year discover this man? Or did he move in here after it was deserted?

Geng Yan didn't know when he also walked into the house, and whispered, "What did you find?" ”。

I shook my head and looked up at her.

Suddenly, something on the table caught my eye.

It was a slightly yellowed piece of letterhead, pressed under all the papers, leaking out of a corner that I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't walked to the other side of my desk.

I carefully pulled out the piece of paper and realized that it was not paper at all, but an old yellowed photograph.

The content of the photo is quite clear, and it is a white coffin on it. I remembered the coffin in the underground cave, and I wondered if it was the same.

I looked closely at the photo to make sure it was the same as the one I'd seen.

I don't know if it's because it's too old, there aren't too many details on it for me to refer to. And this photo is not very clear, it seems to be, it seems that the owner did not take this photo seriously.

On the contrary, the place behind the coffin is very clear.....

Suddenly, I noticed a problem that struck my bones.

Behind the coffin shown in the photograph is a pair of eyes looking into the camera.

I understand that this photo is not the coffin taken at all, it is the owner of the eyes in the back.