After the fat man went up, I heard all kinds of sounds, one by one, his coughing, the sound of various things dragging, and these sounds lasted for a total of ten minutes.

I finally got tired of waiting below and asked uneasily, "What's wrong?" What's going on? How are they? ”

I was very worried. When I heard the old woman and the little brother were there. My heart was already tightened. Then the fat man told me that I might not be able to accept it when I went up.

I really can't accept it? Not necessarily, I really don't think so. When I entered the ancient building, I had already told myself very clearly in my heart that I would probably face some death—I had such a prediction. On a larger level, I've been doing the mental construction of their dead since the beginning. So, I can face death, it's just that the process is not particularly comfortable.

I asked several times before the fat man poked his head out and said to me, "Come up." ”

I said in my heart that you just said casually that you are dead, is there any problem? I'll have to go up and see it myself.

I reached out and grabbed the fat man, kicked the edge of the charred coffin, and struggled to climb up.

The top is a very, very small mezzanine, about one meter two or three storeys high. I saw that it was crowded with people, all of them from Old Lady Huo's team.

Throughout the mezzanine, there was an indescribable stench. The smell of feces and urine, the smell of decay, is almost so mixed that it is impossible to distinguish.

I covered my mouth and nose and saw a lot of dried up marks on the floor. The liquid was supposed to have flowed from where the men were lying, and had dried on the wooden floor, leaving a crimson mark.

The fat man kept coughing. He said to me, "They're basically dead." ”

I looked around, and it was hard to make out these people in the dark. The first thing I identified was Old Lady Huo, because her features were very obvious. I crawled over and came to her. I found out that she had been dead for quite some time. Even the eyeballs were cloudy and had turned amber-like colors, and the mouth was wide open. The facial expressions look particularly unsettled.

She must have died quite unwillingly, I said. I sighed. To be honest, I don't have any feelings for Mrs. Huo, but she is an elder after all, and I still can't suppress the sadness in my heart when I see the person I know turn into a corpse.

Continuing to look to the side, I saw several faces I knew, but now they were all stiff. After death, there is a flow of feces and urine. These usually powerful players have all become like this. It's a bit of an eye-catcher.

"Where's the little brother?" My heart had completely sunk and I knew it was all over. Contrary to what the ghost said, they seemed to have found a place to hide from the alkaline mist, but the result was the same.

Surprisingly, I didn't feel sad, but I could feel a very strong emotion that would gush out at any moment, an emotion that transcended all feelings, and it was called "Crash". But I forcibly suppressed it, not knowing that it was my ability to escape reality that had grown to a certain level. Or is it that my mind is not able to accept such information. Chose to self-bypass.

The fat man shone a flashlight on the corner next to him, where there was a pile of clothes, and said to me, "Don't look at it yet." Let's see if there's anything of value here. It stinks so much here. ”

I cursed in my heart: "Can you be more ruthless?" The little brother is dead, and you still stink. Thinking about it, he walked over and ripped off the clothes over there: I saw the little brother's face curled up in the pile of clothes.

I was stunned for a moment, and then my mind went blank.

I couldn't describe the void in my mind, and suddenly I didn't know what I was supposed to do.

He's dead?

Just kidding.

Really dead? Hey, what kind of international joke is this.

"Wake up, go home." I patted him in the face. Suddenly I thought it was funny. I turned my head to the fat man and smiled, "Look at the little brother." ”

"I know." The fat man said on the side. The voice was deep.

Then, my hands began to shake out of my control. I looked at my hands and saw that there was no sadness in my heart. My consciousness didn't react, but my body instinctively felt despair.

The heart said that you are fucking sitting, it's fucking dead, and the stuffy oil bottle is fucking dead!

There is such a thing in this world, and the stuffy oil bottle will also die.

This Zhangjia Ancient Building is really amazing. I've always thought the ghost was alarmist, but now I just feel like the world is spinning.

The stuffy oil bottle is a miracle, and his death suddenly makes the whole world feel extremely real and cruel: can't all miracles in this world be eternal? Or is there no such thing as a miracle in the first place, everything is a coincidence, and now the coincidences are finally gone.

Instinct is quietly collapsing under strong pressure, but there are still all kinds of uncomfortable feelings leaking out of the emotional "pressure cooker". I felt that I couldn't let go of my emotions. Once grieved, I might die here too.

I felt very strange in my heart, not only sad, but I didn't know if others could understand my complicated feelings.

First despair, then more of a distrust of what I saw. My mind went blank for a long time before all kinds of emotions came out in my heart.

I've always wondered how I'd feel if the stuffy bottle died. I thought that maybe it was extremely sad, maybe I would become a little numb because I thought too much and did too many mental constructions. Feel like you can handle it completely. Now that I've really encountered it, it's become a weird feeling that I can't even handle myself.

After that, I was in a constant struggle, not knowing whether to be sad or not, or pretending to be calm and holding back the pain, and finally the former slowly gained the upper hand. I didn't do anything next to his corpse, just stared blankly.

But just when I felt that the tears were about to flow, suddenly I saw the hand of the stuffy oil bottle scratch the floor!

The fat man shouted, "What are you doing?" Don't look at it, hurry up and help! My tears still fell because of inertia, but the feeling in my heart was extremely complicated, and I turned my head and stammered to the fat man: "He, he, he seems to have cheated the corpse!" ”

"Damn, the little brother can cheat the corpse, it should be a terrible zongzi. The king of zongzi. The fat man said, "Don't fucking bullshit, hurry up." ”

"He, he, he's really cheated on the corpse!" I said. Suddenly, there were countless associations in my heart. I thought about what I would do if my brother did become a zombie. Are we going to rob a tomb with a zombie? That's not a tomb robbery. That's diplomacy.

The fat man looked at me with a strange expression. He asked me, "What is the situation?" He walked over with that. After only a few steps, suddenly, another corpse on the side also moved.

The fat man was not afraid, and walked straight to my side. I pointed to the corpse he had just passed by, and stammered, "That person has also moved, this is a corpse breeding place?" They all deceived the corpses. "What a corpse breeding ground, these people are still alive." The fat man said.

"Alive?" I couldn't understand it: the fat man said, "I didn't say it's all dead here!" A lot of people are alive. But it's not so good: you hurry up and see. If there is anything useful around, such as water, medicine, etc., feed some water to the living. ”

I realized that this was what he had just said. He scolded: "If you don't say it earlier, I'm scared half to death by you!" ”

"I'm different from you, you are worried about life and death, but I am worried about how many people I can save." The fat man said, "Little brother's pulse is still stable, I touched it just now, and there are a few here that definitely won't work." You hurry up and take care of the hospice by the way. ”

I glanced at the little brother, and his face was very pale, and he looked like the corpses around him. I went up and touched his neck, and there was really a pulse:

But. The pulse was not beating strongly, and it was clear that his physical condition was already very bad. In an instant, all my emotions receded like a low tide, and my whole person softened. I almost fainted in the dark. The heart said that the dog was scared to death of my little liver. The fat man patted his hand again to attract my attention: "Save people, my little brother is fine, don't patronize my little brother, these people are raised by my parents." ”

The fat man is right, in this case, if I don't save others and only save my little brother, it is also against my own principles of being a man.

I took a deep breath. Let the fatigue caused by the drastic change of emotions in my heart dissipate and calm down.

I walked over to those people. I took out the kettle from them, and the water in the kettle had become a little bad after being left out for too long. We put the disinfectant in it and then one by one we looked for those who still had a pulse and body temperature. Feed them water one bite at a time. Those people were almost unconscious, and their bodies were weakened to the limit. Some are exactly like corpses.

"What is the reason? Is it poisoning? I asked the fat man.

The fat man ripped the hair and collar of these people. I saw their already festering skin.

"You see there's a lot of crevices here stuffed with strips of cloth and wax. I basically sealed this place. Although the content of the fog here is very small, the fog is still highly toxic. If you stay here for a long time, you will slowly suck "You can see that many of the crevices here are stuffed with strips of cloth and oil wax, which basically seals this place. Although the amount of fog here is very small, the fog is still highly toxic. If you stay here for a long time, you will slowly inhale a lot, and you will still be poisoned. The fat man said, "You die in a second if you fall into potassium cyanide, and you die in a second when you take a puff of potassium cyanide - that's a truth." ”

A lot, still poisoning. The fat man said, "If you fall into potassium cyanide, you will die in a second, and if you take a puff of potassium cyanide, you will also die in a second." ”

"You don't know potassium cyanide, you don't even know." I said.

"Of course, anyone who has seen a detective knows." The fat man said, "Potassium cyanide and Huo Yuanjia are my idols,"

I said, "What about these people?" Do you see that there is anything in the medicine they bring that can be used? ”

"If there was something to use, they would have used it a long time ago. But you find out no, none of them are wearing gas masks. It seems that gas masks are of little use against this gas. ”

I thought it was strange in my heart that in such a situation, someone who could wear a gas mask would definitely wear it, even if it didn't work, and it would be better to ask for psychological comfort. I saw several gas masks scattered around, and I didn't know what was going on.

"That's how you came up?" I asked. The fat man nodded.

I thought it was wrong and said, "You're wrong, they must have been wearing gas masks before." But apparently someone had found the place, someone had examined their faces to see who was dead, so they took down the gas masks. ”

The fat man nodded when he heard this: "Makes sense, who is it?" ”

I thought about it for a while, and felt that the most likely thing was that their opinions were divided, and the team was divided into two parts——— one part was probably led by the stuffy oil bottle, and the other part was led by Old Lady Huo. Then Old Lady Huo encountered some danger, and the stuffy oil bottle came to save them. After coming, I found that Old Lady Huo was no longer good, and at the same time, the stuffy oil bottle was also trapped.

Therefore, there are two different states of talent here, one is dead and the other has its last breath. The stuffy oil bottle must have been poisoned when it came in. But the poisonous fog must have dissipated, so he removed the gas masks of these people to see who these people really were.

I think that's the most likely thing to happen as it stands. However, when I thought about it, I realized that it was probably someone from Jude Kao, and when I came in, I found this place.

I remembered that the little brother's knife was in Jude Kaw's hand, and said that one of the guys brought it out, and it seems that the guy must have been here. Even if he hadn't been there, someone must have taken the knife out of here and handed it to him.

I remembered the horrible look of that guy and the way he looked at me, and I still wondered what that look meant, no one knew, and I couldn't verify it now.

We searched around the chamber and found a secret door to get out. This is supposed to be a compartment where some regular funerary goods are stacked. When I opened the door, I found it piled up with all sorts of strange blue and white porcelain vases. However, the most valuable thing is not the porcelain vase itself, but the calligraphy and paintings rolled inside the porcelain vase. It's all piled up haphazardly outside the secret room.

I could see at a glance why there was such a secret room and why Old Lady Huo would enter this place. Because this is a calligraphy and painting studio, it may be full of all kinds of precious calligraphy and paintings. If these calligraphy and paintings are soaked in a strong alkaline mist, they will never be preserved. At that time, the style of the Zhangjia Ancient Building must have been specially designed to protect these calligraphy and paintings.

Old Lady Huo must have discovered this room after looking at the design drawings of Style Lei.

Sure enough, it's a master. If it hadn't been for this move, they would probably have completely melted by now, and all I could see was a lot of bones full of dried meat. At that time, I could only judge which was the stuffy oil bottle based on the length of the skeleton's fingers. (To be continued)