Chapter 210: Experimental Files
I took the fawn around the original corner, ready to turn back from the previous vent, which could lead directly to the broadcast room, first, it was closer to the entrance, and even if there were people, it could rush out directly, and secondly, the fawn should have studied the mechanical aspects, and maybe he could call up more videos, so that we could get more comprehensive clues. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info
I cautiously pressed against the wall to the corner, then quietly poked my head out to observe the situation over there.
This section of the corridor is relatively long, and the vents are at the other end, I can't see clearly, but there are several doors in the middle of the corridor that are wide open, and there are a few security guards with guns standing at the door, as if to ventilate the people inside.
"No, it's heavily guarded, and we can't get there." I said.
"No, forget it, let's go back, there must be another exit here!" Fawn Road.
Out of desperation, we had to turn around and head to the other side of the corridor, for fear of being discovered, we were very fast, and at the same time we had to control our footsteps so as not to alert the people nearby.
"Hey...... Wait......" The fawn grabbed me.
"What's wrong?"
"There's a stairway here!"
Da, da, da......
Heavy footsteps could be heard ahead.
"Go in and hide!" As soon as I finished speaking, the fawn pulled me into the corridor.
The inside of the corridor is very dark, but with the light from the corridor, you can still barely see the steps, which is a residential building-style staircase structure, with cement piers on both sides, and some strangely shaped serpentine stone statues placed on them, giving people a sense of majesty.
The steps are passable up and down, and considering that we are underground, the fawn and I did not hesitate to climb up.
The height of the first floor is very high, the steps are very dense, we can almost step out of the five steps with one foot, Xiaolu said that the building structure underground, there will be complex water supply, power supply and ventilation facilities between each floor, so standing in the corridor and standing in the corridor to see, the height is different.
We climbed a few flights of stairs, but it took us four or five minutes to reach the top floor, and we were already out of breath at the top of the stairs, and we took a breath to walk out of the staircase, and there was a similar corridor in front of us, but the brightness and color of the lights were different from before.
The entire floor was dimly lit, the corridor was wide, and on both sides were randomly placed some iron cans containing liquefied gas, the glass cover of the manometer on it was broken, and the pointers were bent, and it seemed that it had been scrapped for a long time.
If you look deeper down the corridor, you will find a lot of plastic sheets in the distance, and there is a simple test bench next to it, and the further we go, the more we can smell a strange chemical agent.
"Those plastic tents are supposed to be experimental sites, but if you look at these old jars, you can see that the conditions here are very poor, and they can't compare with the experimental sites in other areas." Fawn Road.
We walked to a tent and gently opened a corner, only to see that there was a foldable chair with a foldable backrest, the armrests on both sides were covered with plastic pipes, and some locks, but the chair was empty, and it was obvious that someone had been tied to the chair before.
In the front left corner was a low cabinet with an open door containing some alcohol-like medicines, a vessel for tools on top of it, and a pamphlet next to it.
The fawn seemed to be very curious about the booklet, so he went in alone, picked it up and looked at it, and muttered in his mouth:
"1974...... October 5...... Subjects are physically stable...... Heart rate: 74...... Body temperature...... Balabala......"
The fawn was too lazy to read it halfway through, so he simply flipped it back.
"Eleven...... Twelve...... Seventy-five years...... Eighty-seven ...... Hey? Fawn frowned.
"What's wrong?"
"The record on this was interrupted in '75, and it jumped straight to '87."
"So what?"
"How could such an experiment suddenly be interrupted for twelve years in between? Something must have happened that had to stop and make them reopen twelve years later. "Fawn said.
"Hey, what's the matter? Anyway, it has nothing to do with us! "I didn't care.
Xiaolu continued to turn backwards, until he turned to the last page, "There was another break in the middle, the time is unknown, the dozen pages were damaged, but in 2011, the relevant records appeared, and looking at the handwriting, it seems that someone else is recording." ”
"There must have been some accident with the person before, such as a broken leg, a broken arm, etc., what's so strange about that?"
The fawn put down the booklet, always frowning, I don't really care about the time above, now my greatest wish is to get out quickly, it is better to leave this kind of ghost place than anything else.
Out of the tent, the fawn ran to look inside, and it didn't take long for him to come out, all the time in a pensive look, I was not too embarrassed to disturb him, so I kept following him, anyway, where he went, I stood outside and guarded, because this kind of place could not be guarded by security guards.
"Let's go!" Suddenly, the fawn came out of the tent and said to me.
"Did you find anything?"
"No, you're right, these things really don't have much use for us!" The fawn smiled.
Actually, he must have thought of something, but he didn't want to tell me, anyway, I'm used to it, and the more I know, the more dangerous it will become.
There was a door not far in front of me, and there was a table against the door, as if not letting people in, I cautiously approached, peeked in, and found that there was no one, so I gently moved the table with the fawn.
The door was opened, and the light let in, and it was a small storage room, full of common cleaning tools, except for a lot of broom crumbs and some rags scattered on the floor.
Looking at the messy room, I couldn't help but sigh, "Who did this?" It's too lacking in morality, it's the same as making trouble in the heavenly palace. ”
"It should be the little brother with you."
"You mean Wu Kong?"
Xiaolu nodded, I realized that the wooden sticks on these brooms were all broken, it should be Wu Kong who wanted to find a stick as a weapon, but why did he dismantle all the broom hair?
The fawn kicked away the debris and strips of cloth from the ground, revealing a large iron plate underneath, with a handle on each side, and it seemed that there was a cellar underneath.
"Come on! Hand on! ”
I was alone with the fawn, laboriously pulling open the lid on the top, and suddenly a rancid smell came to my nose, I hurriedly subconsciously turned around, and I heard a rustling sound in my ears.
"Little shy! Don't look back! The fawn warned behind me.