This dark passage is almost two people wide, stretching endlessly underground, and the flashlight is not in sight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info I asked my sister to follow me and went down the secret road. As soon as the two of them stepped on the stone steps, the twin trees behind them made a small "bang" and closed back together.

I hurriedly fumbled for the switch, but the inside of the tree hole was bare, and there was not even a slit. Senior sister stopped me and said, "Forget it, let's go down and have a look first." ”

I exasperated, "How did the stupid rat find this mechanism?" ”

The senior sister analyzed: "Hairy rats naturally like to live in tree holes, maybe they accidentally discovered this secret passage, practice makes perfect, so they used it to make a nest." ”

Senior Sister took out the locator, and the red light on the lunar meteorite was still very faint, but the flickering time was getting longer and longer. The senior sister took a picture and said, "Let's go." ”

The stone steps under your feet are polished very evenly, the interval between the steps is not high, and the steepness is gentle and moderate. The further down we go, the wider the passage becomes, and slowly we can straighten up completely.

At this time, my sister reminded me to look at my feet, there were several obvious blood stains on the steps, I touched it, and found that the blood stains had not yet dried, which should have been left by the person who dragged the brown-haired civet just now.

When I think of my junior brother and cold bench them, my heart beats so fast that I can't do it, and I say don't be any of them. But when I thought about it like this, I felt a little selfish, as if I was expecting others to be unlucky, and immediately added in my heart: I hope I am dazzled.

We followed the bloodstains all the way down, walking, and suddenly there was a turn in front of us, and after turning around, there was a long spiraling staircase, the slope became steep, and almost every step had to turn a small arc, and I was dizzy.

I said, "Senior sister, what kind of place do you say this is?" It looks like it's going to go to the underground center. ”

The senior sister shone a flashlight on the walls on both sides, but it was still bare, and there was nothing except the traces of drastic excavation. The senior sister said, "I don't know, but it doesn't feel like a good place." ”

I suddenly remembered the tombs that Lao Qiao talked about, and said: "I once heard a friend say that in ancient times, those rich dignitaries liked to spend money to build mausoleums for themselves during their lifetimes, and often dug three feet into the ground and repaired the tombs to the center of the ground, as if in this way, the body would not be disturbed, and the soul could get eternal life." ”

Senior sister suddenly shook me with a flashlight: "What soul?" The old man surnamed Qiao is talking nonsense to you again, right? Hmph, that old man is not a good thing at first glance, don't get too close to him. ”

I was almost blinded by the flash, and I was busy rubbing my eyes, waiting for my senior sister to remove the flashlight before saying: "He is a native master, and he has studied tomb robbing very much, and even the third master said, 'This underground matter still depends on Qiao Fuzi'." I learned the tone of the third senior uncle and made the senior sister laugh.

The senior sister returned to normal in an instant, and it seemed that she was really dissatisfied with Lao Qiao, and said contemptuously: "Hmph, what kind of master is he?" Isn't he a thief? Xiao Qian, you can stay away from him, this kind of person is very slippery, with your brain, you sold it to you and counted the money for him! ”

I laughed and said, "If he really sells it to me, who will count the money for him!" "But I thought in my heart, I don't know how surprised my senior sister will be when she knows the true relationship between me and Lao Qiao. Senior sister smiled and patted my head: "Little slippery head!" ”

For some reason, I like to do something "out of the ordinary" more and more, and seeing my sister worrying about me, I feel very satisfied, sweeter than eating honey.

I don't know how others understand this strange feeling, at that time I didn't have any love experience (others confessed to me don't count), just because I and my sister have been close since childhood, and emotionally it should be like this.

It was this "ignorance", which bordered on idiocy, that allowed me to have a very pleasant time in my life. But unfortunately, this simple and pure happiness did not last long, and when I finally understood what my feelings for my sister were, it was too late.

Some people, met, it is a lifetime, and if they miss, it is also a lifetime.

In the past, I would never say such a numb love story, but now when I write it down, the thought of being read by a stranger makes the tip of my pen tremble, and a layer of goosebumps arise on my arm.

I even thought about deleting this and the story of being alone with my sister in the future as my own exclusive memory, and now I have the ability to do so without destroying the integrity of the story.

But I suddenly realized that I was already destroying the integrity of the story, and if I did, the integrity of my feelings for my sister would be completely destroyed.

Therefore, after thinking about it a few times, I decided to record this paragraph or that paragraph completely, which may involve a conversation between ignorant lovers who are numb or idiotic, you can take a look, don't go to your heart, after all, I am still a novice in love, and I have loved this woman all my life.

After a break, move on.

After we had walked down many steps, some paintings suddenly appeared on the stone walls on both sides of the staircase. When we saw clearly what was shown on those pictures, the joy of that moment was suddenly gone, and we even felt that we would not be happy again.

I would like to state in advance that since my attainments in painting are really limited, I know almost nothing about the technical terms of narration and the professional angle of appreciation and observation, and I feel very sorry that I can only use the memory of the time to describe it in the most popular language and the most intuitive way.

The first painting depicts a large cauldron with two narrow ends and a fat middle, with a roaring fire under the pot, and a few people who look like little ghosts (I don't know if they can call it human) next to them are hunched over and adding firewood to the bottom of the pot. Inside the pot was a man with his hands tied above his head, his face distorted by pain, his neck down in a pot of boiling oil, his face simmering with boiling white smoke.

The structure of the whole painting is very simple and easy to understand, but it feels very realistic, and it makes people feel very depressed, as if they have fallen into hell.

Then down is a man standing very straight, with his head up, his neck bent back at a ninety degree angle, his legs apart, one leg standing upright, and one leg tilted forward thirty degrees. Oddly enough, the leg that leans forward is two or three times thicker than the leg that stands upright.

From a medical point of view, the person may be underdeveloped, or have polio.

I was about to look down when I suddenly heard an exclamation from my senior sister behind me. (To be continued.) )