It didn't go far to the end of the spiral staircase, and the shadow didn't know where to run for a long time, and now he could only hear the sound of hurried footsteps in the distance, but it didn't take long for the footsteps to be completely muffled by the majestic sound of the water.

All three of us were holding guns, constantly moving their muzzles, and we were on full alert.

The shadow that appeared just now was so evil that even the ancient books of Xitang did not record such a thing.

Qingyazi asked Lao Wen: "You have been in Xiangxi for so many years when you were young, you should have seen something similar, right?" ”

Lao Wen shook his head: "Don't say I've seen it, I've never heard of it." ”

"It could be an illusion." I said casually, moving my gaze to look around.

This place is supposed to be a power distribution room, and there are large boxes of instruments everywhere, and there is a table not far from me, on which are scattered with documents, and the Japanese have made moisture-proof measures on all four walls, but it is useless, the moisture is still heavy, and the documents on the table are corroded to the point that they are not in shape.

After a while, when the shadow did not reappear, we were relieved and cautiously walked away from the staircase.

Qing Yazi walked to the table and tried to pick up a document, but the thing had already been pasted on the table with rust, and if it was forcibly removed, it would be easy to tear up the already fragile paper. Qing Yazi frowned helplessly, and didn't dare to move those documents anymore, so he could only gently open the cover and see the contents inside.

Many documents have been damp and the handwriting inside has melted away, and only a small part of the content can still be roughly read.

Qingyazi flipped through several documents in a row before turning his head and saying to me: "When the Japanese were working here, they also saw that shadow, so it shouldn't be an illusion." ”

Lao Wen also leaned over and looked at a book that Qing Yazi was opening, but unfortunately he really couldn't understand the words on it, so he could only pout sullenly and say, "Maybe the Japanese are also seeing illusions?" ”

"Probably not," Qing Yazi shook his head, "They managed to catch that thing, it was recorded in the papers." ”

As he spoke, he turned another page, and saw that almost all the words on the new page had been dissolved by the dampness, and he couldn't read anything clearly, except that in the lower left corner of the paper, he could see two vague Chinese characters: poisonous insects.

Qingyazi tried to turn a few more pages, but the handwriting behind it was all unclear, and after the ink was dissolved by the dampness, it was like a pile of layers of flowers, and it was a puddle of mildew-shaped gray and black as far as the eye could see.

"That thing...... It could be some kind of Gu thing. Qing Yazi said as if he was guessing, and then shook his head, as if he had overturned his inference in his heart.

I raised my chin at the document on the table and asked, "How did the Japanese catch that thing?" ”

"I can't see a lot of content clearly," Qingyazi frowned and said, "It seems that explosives were used, I don't know how to operate it." ”

When he was done, he said, "The stone hall where we are is is the central control room of the hydropower station, where nine scientists, including Hideki Ishikawa, work, and judging from the vague handwriting of one of the documents, it seems that the Japanese have prepared a lot of sacrifices when they come in, to worship some god underground.

At present, there is only so much information that can be identified from the document, and I feel that information like this is not very useful, so I didn't plan to study it more, so I beckoned to Qingyazi and Lao Wen, and led them towards the iron door to the west of the central control room.

The door panel and the door frame had been completely rusted together, and I tried to mash it with the butt of my gun, and the inside of the door was filled with thick cotton and moisture-proof sand and graphite, and now it all spilled down the hole in the door panel.

Qing Yazi leaned in front of the door and took a closer look, saying that it was a blast door, and if the Japanese had not used explosives on a large scale on the other side of the door, it was to prevent things from coming in.

The iron façade was already brittle, but the cotton stuffed inside was very tough, and it took us a lot of effort to tear down the whole door.

The Japanese built such a door, certainly not to prevent explosions, along the door frame to look out, the opposite side is a very large space, the area is almost incalculable, to say that this kind of place is blown up with explosives, I don't believe it.

Standing in front of the door frame, you can see a small concrete dam in the distance, and the rushing groundwater forms a waterfall with a large drop at the mouth of the dam, and the water is so strong that once you step into it, there is almost no chance of survival.

There are five searchlights on the dam, three of which are no longer shining, and the remaining two are tilted to the northeast, and the two beams come together to illuminate the pile of rubble in the distance.

The narrow escalator connecting the blast door is also made of iron, I tried to step on it, the escalator was already very fragile, and before I could step on the ball of my foot, I heard a crisp sound of "click", and the escalator broke into two pieces and fell directly into the darkness.

We could only smash the steel nail at the door and put down a climbing rope, I let Qing Yazi and Lao Wen guard it, and one person slid down the steel rope to the ground.

From the door frame to the bottom of the large cave, that is, a distance of five or six meters, I quickly stepped on the ground, immediately turned the flashlight, and swept around.

There are also a lot of light bulbs installed in this place, it is estimated that the wires are broken, and none of the lights can be lit, and when the light is scanned, I also see a lot of parts piled up near the stone wall behind me, which should have been disassembled from the plane, and occasionally you can see some large metal plates similar to the wings.

I felt that there was no problem, so I just shot at Qing Yazi and Lao Wen and asked them to come down.

The first thing Qingyazi did after coming down was to go and look at the pile of parts, and told me and Lao Wen that these parts should have not been used up by the Japanese when they were building the fortifications, and they might want to continue digging, but they didn't know what resistance they encountered, so they couldn't continue digging deeper, and the parts they brought in were not used in the end.

I suddenly remembered that the diary I had found earlier said that the Japanese had encountered a very solid rock formation during the excavation, and just as Qingyazi had reached this point, I squatted down and tried the feel of the ground.

It is damp all year round, the ground is very smooth, and there is no grain at all when you slap it, which means that there is no sand in this place, and there should be large rocks on the ground.

After that, Lao Wen tried to hit steel nails on the ground again, and even knocked the hammer a few times, but the sharp nail cone did not dig a hole in the ground, only a little stone shell was broken, and the broken stone chips were very thin, like blades.

Qing Yazi picked up a stone and looked at it, saying that the general shale layer is not so hard, and the geological structure of this place is not normal.

I tried to smell the smell on the stone chips, and actually smelled a mixture of old rice and cinnabar, and concluded that under our feet it was not a shale layer at all, but a kind of artificially made mixed stone, in the "Book of Luban", this special stone is called "seven golden stones", as the name suggests, this stone is pressed with seven different textures of copper ore mixed stone powder, and glutinous rice slurry and gold etching grass liquid are generally added in the process of making stones.

Glutinous rice syrup is used to add toughness to the stone and prevent it from becoming too brittle. The gold-etching grass liquid is made by pressing and stirring several different corrosive herbs, and it is said in the "Luban Book" that the gold-etching grass liquid can change the structure of the seven-gold stone, so that the final form of the stone becomes similar to ordinary shale.

This kind of stone was originally developed to strengthen the tomb, but because the cost is too high, even the princes and nobles are rarely practical, and then look at the surrounding stone land, the area is difficult to estimate with both eyes, the Japanese spent two whole years to punch a hole in it, that is still in the sense of miracles, one person can top ten people to penetrate the situation, the thickness of the seven-gold stone layer can be imagined.

To make so many Seven Golden Stones, I am afraid it will take the strength of the whole country. In addition, cinnabar is mixed into the stone, and it can be concluded that this huge stone layer was specially built to block some evil thing underground.

There is also a very critical question, who made such a huge seven-gold stone?

I kept thinking about these things in my head, and I didn't speak for a long time, and Lao Wen couldn't help but ask me, "What do you think?" ”

Some things are too troublesome to explain, and I don't bother to say them, so I only responded: "There must be a powerful evil creature under the ground." ”

At this time, Qingyazi was turning on a flashlight to search for a hole near the underground river, just now I was only concerned about exploring whether there was any danger around, but I didn't notice that there was a hole in that place, and the vision of the quicksand of the Qi Sea swept from there, and I only regarded the hole as an ordinary pothole.

At this time, the light hit the edge of the cave, and it was realized that the shape of the hole was very regular, and it could not have been formed naturally, and it should be the hole that the Japanese spent two years digging through.

Qingyazi turned the flashlight, took a picture at me and Lao Wen, and asked me, "Go down and have a look?" ”

I glanced at the dam pressed against the mouth of the waterfall and said, "Let's go to the other side of the river first." ”

The searchlights on the dam all seem to be pointing in the same direction, and the intersection of the lampposts is a piece of rubble on the ground. I wondered in my heart that the Japanese would not concentrate all the lights on a useless stone, and there must be something buried under that piece of rubble.

The current is fast, and in order to reach the opposite bank, you have to take the dam.

There was an iron ladder next to the dam that led to the top of the dam, but the ladder was rusty and we had to rely on climbing tools to drive nails into the dam and ropes to climb up.

The Japanese did invest heavily in this place, and after all these years, the dam was almost solid, with only two or three very narrow cracks at the top of the dam.

It was only after we came up that we found that there were gun trenches made of sandbags next to each searchlight, and the machine guns fixed in them were very rusty, and all the muzzles were pointed at the pile of stones illuminated by the pillar of light.

(End of chapter)