Chapter Forty-Nine: A Passage with No End in Sight
His words were like an alarm clock, and the wounds on my body, large and small, began to wake up, and once the tense nerves relaxed, it would be a painful nightmare. I gritted my teeth and asked for iodophor from Wang Linshuo, and wiped the bloodstained wounds on my arms, neck, and thighs one by one, and was about to lie down weakly, but Zhang Siyuan shouted: "Don't move, there is a tooth in the wound on your back!" I'll get it for you. β
His movements were rude and clumsy, not at all as swift as Wang Zhen's. I gasped so hard that I almost crushed my teeth, and cold sweat ran down my forehead and fell to the ground. After a few minutes that had lasted as long as a century, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, patted me on the shoulder, and said, "It's hard workβit's good medicine, get up." β
I struggled to my feet, carefully adjusting my position to lean against the wall in a position that did not press on the wound. The scratching and crashing sounds behind the walls are much quieter, maybe they don't have the strength to push the door open? But it doesn't make sense, so many monsters can squeeze them out. Could it be that the door turned into a hard brick wall after we got through it?
I couldn't figure it out, Wang Zhen turned on his flashlight and looked around, and said in a low voice: "Could there be something hidden behind the corner in front?" β
It's a narrow, dark passage. The gray and black cement wall tiles and broken bricks in the corners, as well as the potholed ground, suggest that this is a passage that has been abandoned halfway through construction. About 800 meters ahead, there was a right-angled bend to the right, and the entrance was filled with endless darkness, and I couldn't see what was hidden inside.
Wang Zhen brought our flashlights over and grabbed them in his hands to try to illuminate the darkness from different angles. But the angle of the bend is too tricky, and if you don't go to the hole, you can't see what is hidden inside.
Uncle Lu heard that there seemed to be no movement over there, and said with a heart: "Let's go over and take a look, anyway, it is the person who picked up a life from the hands of the king of Hades, what else is there to be afraid of." β
Hu San, who had been squatting beside Shengzi, suddenly sighed, raised his head and said, "Shengzi can't go." β
Frightened and frightened, I struggled against the pain and leaped to his side. Katsuko's face was like gold paper, the wounds on his thighs had suppurated, his arms were as soft as noodles and drooped on the ground, his ankles were swollen like steamed buns, and his neck was full of blood and slender wounds. Zhang Siyuan furrowed his brows: "Why did he break both arms?" β
Wang Linshuo rummaged through the medicine bag and said, "I have already given him medicine just now...... If you continue like this, you will be infected, and you may die here. β
Katsuko's lips squirmed slightly, and he said weakly, "I'...... The wound on my back felt hot and painful, I just touched it. It seems to have a lot of dirty stuff flowing. I still feel hot for a while and cold for a while, do you want to get an injection? β
My heart sank, and I forgot all about the red and swollen bag on Katsuko's back. Hu San immediately helped him up, the dark yellow pus and blood had already glued the clothes and the wound together, and the wound had turned black and festered, and I felt shocked at just a glance. Hu San touched his head, gasped, and said with a sudden change in his face: "It's over, he has already started to have a fever." β
Uncle Lu's face instantly darkened, he grabbed the suitcase and took out a needle and injected it into his wrist, and said in a deep voice: "Whether he can survive or not depends on his creation." β
Wang Zhen picked him up without saying a word, and was about to open the way, but was stopped by Wang Linshuo. His eyes lost their brightness, and he pointed to his waist with a gloomy face: "We have no bullets." β
Hu San cursed a foul word, unloaded his backpack and rummaged carefully. When he raised his head again, his lips were white, and his hands trembled slightly: "I should find Lao Liu to buy more." β
Zhang Siyuan screamed strangely, his expression froze as if he had smeared glue: "It's over, it's over, the seven of us only have one dagger?" Then what kind of herbs are you looking for, both horizontally and vertically are dead, so it's better to lie down on the spot. β
I glanced at Hu San and said confidently: "Maybe there is no more monster ahead?" β
Zhang Siyuan pouted and frowned: "You listen to what you say, you don't have any confidence at all, how can I believe you?" We only have two choices now, one is to walk as soon as we see the road, and the big deal is to die. The other lies here waiting for food and water to run out, starve to death and die of thirst, and after a few decades become seven zombies. β
Wang Zhen shook his head: "Then I choose the former, it's too torturous." β
Wang Linshuo and I nodded silently, Uncle Lu glanced at Zhang Siyuan, and then at Hu Sandao, who was holding his arms: "Then open the way." β
Hu San and Wang Linshuo walked in the front, Wang Zhen and Zhang Siyuan with Shengzi on their backs walked in the middle, and Uncle Lu and I were in charge of the back of the palace. There was no sound in the passage except footsteps and breathing, and my heart was racing and my nerves were tense, and I kept looking back. Luckily, it's not a long road, and I'd be crazy if it took me an hour.
Hu San hid around the corner, vigilantly poking out one eye to look. I watched his movements and my body tensed involuntarily, like a fully drawn bow, and his every move involved my heartbeat.
He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out and said, "The space ahead seems to be very large. β
I was curious and trembling, trembling with a flashlight, and I couldn't help but have a sentence in the Peach Blossom Spring: Repeat dozens of steps, and suddenly open up.
The entrance to the passage is narrow and cramped, and can only accommodate two people walking side by side. But after a few dozen steps, the walls on both sides seemed to be squeezed through by some huge object, and they were squeezed into an arc, which could be easily driven by a tank. The passage is unfathomable, and at the end it is still dark, and it is unknown where it leads.
Wang Zhen looked at the dilapidated wall tiles and pondered: "It stands to reason that we have now gone deep into the desert underground, how can there be such a long tunnel here?" And it looks like it was abandoned when it was built. β
Zhang Siyuan said: "They are fighting tunnel wars. At that time, the general controller saw that the situation was not right, and the Japanese army was coming, so he was busy sneaking into the desert to build such a tunnel to hide. But the cunning Japanese army smelled the limelight and followed him all the way to the desert, and the commander-in-chief fought the Japanese army to the death, and finally annihilated all the enemies who followed. Maybe you can see the decomposing corpses of Japanese soldiers further along. β
I waved my hand and said, ", how dare the Japanese army move a big boss with power and money like him, I will give negative marks to your story." β
We walked along the dilapidated passageway for almost half an hour and found nothing, and the occasional spider crawling over my feet and the sharp pain of the wound reminded me that it was not a dream. Wang Zhen was the first to get impatient, he shook his flashlight, and sighed: "How long is this passage, why can't you see the end after walking for so long?" β
I shook my head in confusion, Zhang Siyuan sat down suddenly, and sighed: "Anyway, it's dark ahead, it's better to rest first, Lao Tzu's wound is painful to death." β
He stretched his hands and feet and leaned back with a big grin. Perhaps because the bricks were too old to withstand the impact, the wall against which he was leaning fell backwards with a thud. Zhang Siyuan screamed, jumped up like a frightened rabbit, and was about to scold it a few words when he turned around, but his expression suddenly froze.
Behind the wall lies another pure black cement wall, hiding a narrow and slender space between the two walls. A pungent smell came to my face, and among the dust and broken bricks, there were several withered corpses dressed in yellow.
I took a few steps back, and the first thought that came to my mind was that this was really the corpse of a Japanese devil. Hu San frowned, leaned closer and provoked the corpse with a dagger, and said suspiciously: "I have never seen these people, they are not sent by Coral." β
I shuddered, Zhang Siyuan swallowed and said, "Are you sure?" Could it be that these people are always responsible for doing the work, and you, the top management, don't care much about the bottom employees? β
Hu San shook his head, lowered his head to look carefully, his face was as gloomy as the sky before a rainstorm: "Absolutely not, I have been dry in coral for so many years, and people of all sizes have seen it, even if I can't remember it, I am familiar with it." The men were dressed in coral, but I had never seen them before. β
I looked at Uncle Lu like a plea for help, hoping that he would tell him that he had seen these people, but he just shook his head with a gloomy face. My heart trembled, and I knew that there was a big mystery hidden in this matter.
Hu San didn't care about the dirty, thrust the dagger into his waist, and took out the corpses one by one. I glanced at their waterless skin and the blackened and brittle wounds on their necks, and couldn't help but shudder, folded my hands, and said to myself: We are just passers-by, you adults have a lot, you must not trap us, we can't afford to toss.