Although Uncle Wang said lightly: "It's all dead......", I heard a deep sadness from his words.

His family is dead, and he is a lonely old man, living in such a big yard, very lonely, right?

"I'm sorry, I don't know, I didn't mean to poke your old pain." I hurriedly apologized, and I couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Uncle Wang in my heart.

Uncle Wang smiled and took another bite of food into his mouth: "It's okay, it's all over, you guys are here, and the target mountain will be lively." The moment he looked down, I saw a flash of murderous intent on his face. I was shocked, and subconsciously looked at Lingzheng, who was eating with his head down, and didn't say anything.

I opened my mouth, but I still didn't say anything.

Maybe I'm dazzled, right?

After eating, we went back to the room, I looked back at the door, Uncle Wang stood there, the corners of his mouth hooked a weird smile, his face flashed with a heavy killing intent, just the moment I turned back, Uncle Wang suddenly changed back to his original look, smiled and waved his hand at me.

The expression he had just now didn't look like what an ordinary old man should have.

I know very well that I am not dazzled.

Who is Uncle Wang? Why is he pretending?

The three of us live in the Westinghouse, there are two beds in the house, one in the inner room and one in the outroom, what about the three of us, how do we sleep?

Lingzheng said: "On the first day of the new year, you sleep in the back room. ”

I asked, "What about the two of you?" ”

King Ling's tomb smiled evilly: "The two of us can make do with the one outside, anyway, the bed is big enough." Of course, woman, if you want, it's not impossible for the two of us to sleep together. ”

Lingzheng's face suddenly sank, and he grabbed King Ling's wrist: "You sleep with me!" ”

You sleep with me......

It's so ambiguous, haha!

I slept in the back room, Lingzheng and King Ling's tomb slept outside, and I could hear my speech clearly.

Lingzheng called out to me, "On the first day of the new year, if you are afraid, call me." ”

I said, "Well, I know, don't worry, I will call you if there is something." ”

Lingzheng didn't reply, it seemed that he was sleeping.

I turned off the light with a quick movement, habitually lit a candle to keep a little light, and was just about to lie down to sleep when I saw a figure flash quickly outside the window.

"Who?" I was immediately alarmed.

Could it be Uncle Wang?

I got out of bed and opened the window and looked out, it was empty and there was no one outside.

Lingzheng may have heard me open the window and knocked on the door: "First year of junior high school, what happened?" I walked over and opened the door, and he rushed in and checked my whole body, "Are there any injuries?" ”

I was a little amused: "No, I'm fine, I just saw someone flash from outside." ”

The Spirit is pushing open the door and going out. I pushed open the window and it was a corridor, and I could go directly to the corridor from the door, and I followed Lingzheng out, and the corridor was dark and quiet, no one, only a few miscellaneous items.

I said, "Maybe I'm dazzled, you go to sleep." ”

"Well, something called me."

"Okay."

I went back to my room, and I didn't have the heart to sleep, so I just sat on the bed and thought about what had just happened.

I'm sure I wasn't dazzled, someone definitely flashed through my window. But there are only a few of us and an uncle in this house, although that uncle looks weird, but he is not young, it is unlikely that he is so fast, and I don't feel the breath of the ghost, and it can't be the ghost.

So, who is that guy outside just now?

I stared at the window for a long time, but the figure did not appear again, I held my head and thought about things, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Early the next morning, King Ling's tomb called me up outside the door, and we were going to go up the mountain to check it out today.

While eating breakfast, I remembered what happened last night, and pretended to ask casually: "Uncle Wang, there is no one else living in this house, right?" ”

"No, it's always been me, and it's only the four of us since you came yesterday." Uncle Wang shook his head and said. "What's the matter, girl?"

"It's okay, I'll just ask."

I smiled and didn't say anything more, muttering to myself what the hell was going on last night?

I'm not dazzled......

After eating, the three of us carried our luggage and walked up the mountain, and Uncle Wang shouted at us from afar: "The weather in this place is very strange, it may rain, be careful, come back early." ”

"Got it!"

I glanced at the sky where the sun was shining and waved my hand at Uncle Wang.

The target mountain is not very high, we carried our luggage, circled around the entire foot of the mountain, and found that the southwest piece of yin qi was indeed very heavy, but we did not find anything else unusual. Slowly climbing up, after half an hour, we came halfway up the mountain, and I found that the yin here was heavier than the foot of the mountain.

"Let's not go up yet, take a look around here, I sense that the yin qi here is very heavy, a little abnormal."

I reached out and stopped them both.

Lingzheng nodded, pointed us in a direction, and prepared to split up to check it out.

At that moment, I suddenly heard a few rumbling thunders, and then I saw the sky quickly darken. In less than five minutes, a dark cloud drifted over, and the raindrops the size of beans fell in an instant, and there was a tendency to get bigger and bigger.

The sudden change in the weather is simply stunning.

Changing the sky is faster than turning a book!

When a few of us went out, we looked at the sunny sky and thought that it couldn't rain, so we didn't bring umbrellas. As a result, they are almost drenched in soup now, and I regret why I didn't take Uncle Wang's words at ease when I came out.

"Let's find a place to hide from the rain first, the mountain is very dangerous in this situation."

The spirit was taking off his thin coat and putting his hand over my head to keep out the rain for me.

"Okay."

We looked for it, and there were many trees on this mountain, but we didn't see a few caves.

It is common sense that you can't stand under a tree during a thunderstorm, and it's easy to be struck by lightning. We walked around the area, and finally when we were already wet, we saw a "cave" formed by a mountain depression. ”

"Go there, there's a cave there."

King Ling's tomb pointed to the right, saying that he was about to pass.

"Wait." I stopped him, "The yin qi is very heavy there, it may be weird, be careful." ”

King Ling's Tomb nodded and pulled us in.

As soon as we entered, we were stunned by what was in the cave.

In the cave that was not large, there were countless skeletons densely stacked, and if a person with dense phobia saw this scene, he would definitely not be able to help but vomit.

I suddenly realized, no wonder I sensed that the yin qi was so heavy just now, and this is almost a mass grave.

How is it so obvious that no one has noticed?

A few of us went inside again and found a relatively clean place to stay. I couldn't help but look at the bones again, almost every one of them was broken, missing arms and legs, and none of them were intact. Looking like that, most of them became like this during their lifetimes.

This speculation made me shudder, this death was too miserable, no wonder the resentment did not go away, and refused to be reincarnated.

The spirit was looking inside, crouched down in a corner, and pulled out an object.

"What is this?" I looked at what he was holding, and it was a thick notebook.

Ling Zheng flipped through it quickly, then glanced at the bones with an expressionless face, and said, "The files left by the Japanese." ”

We found a dry place and squatted on the ground to spread out the file together. It is a standard Chinese character, that is, it is the Chinese who record this file. This file mainly records the cruel experiments carried out by the Japanese in Target Mountain using prisoners, and many of them are chilled by the hearts of those who watched it.

Rather than an experiment, it is more appropriate to describe it as torture.

In those days, the Japanese tied prisoners to the operating table, and without even giving them anesthetics, they held scalpels and cut their chests directly to perform human dissections.

Some people watch their chests slowly being cut open, and when the lungs, liver, and stomach are taken out, they are likely to die slowly after experiencing great fear and pain. Others were injected with multiple drugs at the same time, died of madness and anguish, and some even committed suicide because they could not bear the torture. In some cases, their hands and feet were cut off and placed in jars filled with spirits, which, in Japanese parlance, were kindly disinfected in order to avoid wound infection.

On this archive, we see not only the text, but also some blurry black and white photographs, each of which is extremely miserable.

These photos have preserved all those tragic and bloody moments and have been posted in this archive.

Lingzheng's slender fingers slowly flipped through the yellowed pages.

ACCORDING TO THE BOOK, THE JAPANESE CUT OFF THE MAN'S HANDS AND FEET, PLACED HIM ON THE BED, AND MADE HIM WATCH HIS WIFE, EIGHT-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER, AND MOTHER IN HER FIFTIES BEING DEFILED BY JIAN, AND HE COULD NOT BEAR THE DOUBLE BLOW OF MENTAL AND PHYSICAL BLOWS, SO HE BIT HIS TONGUE AND COMMITTED SUICIDE.

Underneath the text, there is also a bloody photo.

I couldn't help it, ran to the side and threw up.

Lingzheng and King Ling's tomb were also silent, I vomited, looked at the bones, and a great sadness welled up in my heart.

It's not just my own emotions, it's the emotions of those who died tragically and can't be dissipated here.

"The first year of junior high school." Seeing that my face was pale, Lingzheng came over and patted me on the shoulder and reassured, "Concentrate quickly, don't be affected by the residual emotions here." I nodded, and the rain gradually became lighter, and the thunder stopped.

We waited a little longer, and after the rain had completely stopped, we hurried down the mountain.

"Lingzheng, you say, what should we do next?"

I pulled Lingzheng's sleeve and asked.