It took a while for the dust in the air to dissipate after the explosion. I walked out with Nangong and found that the monks and a few of them were standing on the side of the door, and several of them were all gray-faced. Outside the door is a very narrow aisle, at the corner of the aisle is a big iron door, but at this time the gate has been blown out of a big hole, it should be the masterpiece of the explosion just now, the monks are standing at the gate and talking something, I walked towards them with Nangong.

As soon as I walked in front of a few people, I heard the loud voice of the giant spirit god coming over, "I said Brother Ya, you are too unreliable, I knew that you were going to make such a big move, so we had to stay away, so that we wouldn't all squat here and eat dirt." ”

Brother Luo Ya scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and explained: "I didn't expect this gate to be so thick, I originally wanted to blow up this gate directly, but I didn't expect such a large amount to blow up such a dog hole." ”

The pangolin gave the two of them a serious look, stopped the two of them from continuing to talk nonsense here, and said to the giant spirit god, "You go in and explore the way for us first, and see what is inside." ”

The Djinn nodded, cleaned up and went inside. It has always been Qian Hui's sissy to explore the way, but when he encounters a place to drill a hole, the pangolin will let the giant spirit god go in first, maybe with his figure, once he encounters any emergency, he can return it as soon as possible.

The Djinn God came out after two minutes of going in and said to us, "It's all fucking empty houses, and there's not even a human figure, it's weird." ”

Qian Ning nodded at the pangolin, and then said, "Let's go in first and take a look, maybe we can find any clues and know what is going on here." "After that, he didn't care about us, and he got into it first.

As soon as I entered the gate, I found that there was a large building-like structure, except for the main side, there was a three-story building on the other three sides, and these three buildings were connected together in a concave shape against the wall. There are so many houses here, could it be that this was a temporary dormitory when it was first built? But why was it sealed again?

This small building is simply simple and pitiful, the stairs are welded with a few iron plates between two I-beams, and all the stairs do not even have a guardrail, just standing there bare. All the windows of the rooms upstairs were nailed with plastic as windows, but the plastic had long since oxidized and cracked, leaving only a little bit floating on the windows like white flags for spiritualism.

The air in here was good, which was completely unexpected by me. Because we walked all the way, the passages we passed through were very narrow and poorly ventilated. But the air here is much better than in the passage, and how do they solve the problem of air circulation in such a completely enclosed space?

The Djinn God and the Pangolin had already walked to the side of the small building, opened a room and began to check it. Seeing this, Nangong and I also found a room and walked in.

The rooms here are also very basic, with no furniture at all except a bed and a set of tables and chairs. I looked around and saw that the people in this room should have retreated in a hurry, because all the household items and clothes in the whole room were scattered haphazardly, and although it was full of dust, I could still see that they had not collected at all when they retreated.

I rummaged through the room, found nothing, and went to the adjoining room. Nangong was in this room, and she was looking at something with her head down. I walked over and found Nangong fiddling with a transmitter in his hand. I tapped him on the shoulder and looked at her inquiringly.

Nangong nodded at me and said, "That guy is likely to send us the telegram here, you see that the machine is still on." ”

Looking at the flashing lights on the transmitter, I had the scene of that guy sitting here alone to send us a telegram, who the hell is this guy? What was his purpose in doing this?

Nangong put down the transmitter in his hand and began to search this room. All the rooms here are almost identical, except for a bed, a table and chairs. But the guy in this room is supposed to be a man of culture, because he has a few books on his desk.

I took it and took a look at it, and found that these books were all in English, which was not much different from the book of heaven for me, a guy who couldn't even figure out pinyin and English letters. But in front of Nangong, I had to pretend anyway, I didn't put the book down immediately, but opened it and pretended to take a look.

But just one glance, I made a discovery. The page I happened to open happened to be an illustration of a girl in a hat standing among the flowers. Of course, what I found was not this painting, but a string of Chinese characters written on this illustration.

It was a line of italic characters, and I looked at it and found that it was Gu Wencheng's handwriting. I had seen Gu Wencheng's handwriting in the hut above before, and at this time, I could naturally see at a glance that this line of words was indeed from Gu Wencheng's hand.

The font on it is a little messy, and it is possible that the person writing is in an extremely nervous mood. I tried to make it out, and found that the line read: The devil hiding in the darkness sucked the soul of the soldier.

What the hell is this guy? I thought there would be a major discovery, but after a long time, I found such an inexplicable sentence. I couldn't figure out what the guy was trying to say, but I could tell from his notes that the man was in a state of fear and panic. This kind of emotion through words is often very accurate.

But that sentence left me completely baffled, and I didn't understand what he was trying to say. What does it mean that the devil hiding in the dark sucks the soul of a soldier? I've only heard of vampires that specialize in sucking human blood, but I've never heard of a devil who can suck souls.

I left the book still on the table with a thud. However, Nangong didn't look at me at this time, she was looking down at something in her hand. It was small, and her palm completely covered it, so I didn't see what it was.

I searched around at random, but I didn't find much. The room was poor and poor, with no valuable clues at all.

I walked up to Nangong and found that Nangong was holding a pocket watch in his hand. It was an old copper-plated pocket watch, I don't know if it was left by Gu Wencheng in a hurry. Nangong opened the pocket watch, and the watch hands inside were still ticking, as if they could still be used. There was also a one-inch black-and-white photograph on the case, and when I saw it, my head suddenly exploded.