This thought quickly filled my mind, and my whole body seemed to be splashed with a basin of ice water suddenly, and cold sweat quickly soaked my whole body.

In such a dark catacomb, four people disappeared one after another, and now I was left alone.

What am I going to do?

Shouting their names, roaring at the bones around them, or trying to flee the place?

My heart suddenly emptied, and I felt at a loss for what to do with the series of events around me that I didn't know how to happen.

Putting down the flashlight, I hugged my head and told myself not to think about so many unreal thoughts.

There is nothing in this world that cannot be explained by science, and there must be some mechanism here that controls everything that just happened.

yes, it has to be like that, I'm going to calm down, they must be somewhere here, even close to me.

The existence of negative emotions in my heart is like the darkness around me, and the horror seeps from the edge of reason little by little, like a cunning boxer, constantly knocking on my defense.

In the darkness when the old clock was gone, I was the most scared and panicked, as if I had really seen a ghost.

I saw his disappearance with my own eyes, and it was hard for me to convince myself of such a fact.

What kind of ingenious mechanism can take a living person away without moving?

I didn't dare to dwell on it, the flashlight in my hand kept vibrating, and I needed a little more time to calm down.

"Get out, get out of here! Old Zhong, they must be like this, they are all gone, the clue is not here, I have to leave! ”

The uncontrollable muttering in my mouth gave myself a hint, and the sense of self-preservation that arose under my instinct also made me get out of here quickly.

No matter what is here, don't wait any longer, only by leaving here can I have a way to figure out what is going on here, and I can convince myself of everything that just happened.

Thinking of this, there is only one thought left in my heart, to abandon everything I just saw with such a thought.

Picking up the flashlight on the ground, I didn't dare to look at the beast head above my head again, but the feeling of being on my back made me unable to get rid of it.

Walking briskly back to the exit, I was about to climb inside, when suddenly I remembered something and immediately stopped.

The place I am in now seems to be different from the place I came, but is it different?

Looking up at the swarthy hole in front of me, there seemed to be something in that narrow space that I hadn't encountered when I came.

And here, just now I felt a faint suction coming from above, but now it seems to be completely gone.

In the face of these differences, I did not dare to try to find answers from those beasts again, and a feeling of resistance in my heart led me to return to what seemed to be a safe place at the moment.

The passage was not the place where the old bell had disappeared, which made me feel a lot less afraid, but the ensuing depression filled my whole body.

Crawling forward, the flashlight's beam of light shot into the darkness, like the eye of some nocturnal creature.

I felt that the distance was stretched, maybe it was my delusion, and it was also because of the narrow space here, which made me feel too long psychologically.

I convinced myself like this, but after walking for a long time, I still saw a stone cave with no end in sight, which was too long.

When I came in, I felt depressed and had no sense of time, but no matter how much I did, I couldn't have grown to this point.

I felt like I had climbed at least a kilometer away, and supporting my whole body on my elbows for a long time made my arms feel sore.

After stopping, I rested and shone my flashlight again, but there was still no end in sight in front of me.

I couldn't even turn around in this dark and narrow space, and if I couldn't find the exit, I was afraid I would die in such a place where no one asked.

In the face of despair, I looked behind me again, I don't know if it was because of my mental effect, or because of the fear just now, or the oppressive atmosphere around me, which made me feel like a rat hiding in a sewer, living in a dark world.

It was only when I curled up that I felt a little used to the environment, but this adaptation made me feel a sense of despair.

In this way, I want to give up, and I struggle hard, as if I am unwilling to become those creatures who are driven into a narrow space and reduced to low-level creatures.

The feelings in my heart are very complicated, and the memories flash quickly from my mind, like a little light in the darkness, which keeps me hovering on the edge of despair.

The dark environment seems to be constantly spurring me to change myself, but there is always such a motivation in my heart to keep denying myself and not to become a creature adapted to this place.

The pain on my arm was unbearable, and the darkness I saw seemed to be constantly shaking, and the flashlight was moving back and forth in the darkness, until a dark figure slowly crawled not far away.

I felt like I was going to die, and the strength in my body was flowing away like water, and I couldn't hold it with my hands, and I couldn't stop it.

My eyelids became heavy, and I finally couldn't crawl anymore, and my body lay heavily on the ground, and my wheezing began to increase.

In the face of the darkness that was close at hand, the air around me was weakening, and it was no longer despair, nor hope, but another kind of silence.

In this environment, people are always easy to assimilate, just like those skeletons in the tomb, they are content to die, but the final memories will still be left behind, and the people who are found here will lead to various clues.

They may be luckier than me, because they have met us, and we have found them, like lonely souls who have met friends in the world of death.

But now, if I die here, who will find me? After how many years, what kind of people will find our whereabouts in search of a vanished map or archive?

Ay! It's too long-term thinking, just like the stone cave around me now, narrow and long, and it's probably not easy to find people here.

I'm sure everything here is changing, and everything we see is subtly changing its shape and direction.

It was definitely not the same cave when I came and when I went back now, so the chances of me being found were slim to none.

Or maybe this is the end of a journey, I thought, and closed my eyes with difficulty, and at this moment, there was a sudden agitation around me, and something was crawling around me quickly.

The sound kept getting closer, like another light in the darkness, and I couldn't help but struggle to open my eyes again.

In the dark stone cave, the flashlight shone through, and I used the only strength I had to get up, and I saw something the size of a palm not far from me.

Rubbing my eyes, I refreshed myself a little, and finally saw that it was a black mouse, and its shadow was dragged for a long time in the light.

The rat stopped where it was, chirped at me a few times, and then turned and walked forward.

Are there any other living creatures here? The thought that suddenly exploded in my mind made me get up again.

If you follow this mouse, you may be able to find a way out.

This thing lives here all year round, and if there is no exit, how does it survive?

After making up my mind, I started chasing the mouse, but as soon as I got up, I felt a tingle in my body.

Thinking about how long I've been climbing, I don't have the strength anymore, and I don't know how long I'm going to have to walk next.

Although the future was bleak, I still didn't want to give up easily after seeing hope, so I reached out and fumbled in my backpack for a while, and finally found a bottle of cold water.

I didn't care about anything, so after a few big sips, I beat my spirits and followed the living creatures here in search of hope.

The rat didn't arrive very quickly, and I could barely keep a distance of about three meters from it.

Unconsciously, I silently counted the numbers in my mind, staring at the mouse in front of me, for fear that it would suddenly disappear.

Man, a strange animal, sometimes cringes at his own mental activity, and sometimes stimulates his potential because he sees hope.

I was like that, when I stared at the mouse, I forgot that I was exhausted and would even collapse in the next second, but I continued to crawl this second.

That kind of thing without warning could kill me directly, but until then, I'm going to go on.

In the cave, the flashlight began to fade, and I knew that it was because the battery was running out, but I didn't have time to stop and change the battery now, and I didn't have a chance to pause.

It seems that a long time has passed, and the last bit of time is the most unbearable, and the pain cannot be explained in words.

In my mechanical crawling, I was suddenly pulled by a force on my feet and neck, and my body subconsciously became stiff.

Even I could feel my muscles tense and watch the mouse keep moving away, but my body didn't have the strength to leave.

Even if the pants on my legs are scratched by something, I am afraid that with my current strength, I will not be able to break free.

In the gray light, I tried to calm myself down, and when I saw the rat walking away, no matter how hard I pulled on my leg, it was to no avail.

In the end, I had to turn around and try to see what was behind me, only to see that the dagger I had stuck in my leg was attached to the stone wall.

The thought flashed through my mind, and I immediately got up and pulled out the dagger, but at this moment, the metal blade was pulled against the wall by a huge suction.

I carefully moved my body back a distance, groping along the stone wall, and finally found a string of patterns on the stone wall.

Holding the dagger in his hand, controlled by the suction, the tip of the knife sliced across the stone face, moving along the patterns until it finally moved to the edge of the stone wall.

At this moment, the ground collapsed into a landslide, and I was immediately slid down, leaving the dagger behind.

When my body hit the ground, I felt as if my bones had been shattered, and I breathed in the pain, and it took me a long time to recover.

Because in that narrow space, I first lacked oxygen, coupled with a long period of exhaustion, and now I fell here all of a sudden, and it is not easy for me to recover.

Enduring the pain, I took a few big breaths, as if I had run back from the ghost gate.

Supporting my body with one hand, I held a flashlight in the other, and looked around, and at a cursory glance, it was in the shape of a huge square.

Groping around, I changed the battery of the flashlight first, but in the dark, my hands shook uncontrollably, and I wanted to complete all the steps at once.

I used to think that my mental quality was very good, but after experiencing everything that just happened, I understood ridiculously that my former self really only had the ability to talk on paper.

What you think about is not the same thing as the facts you have experienced, and what you need to experience is not something that can be explained in words, but everything that you need to experience and understand?