I saw a section of iron ladder, it was dark inside, but I could see water at the bottom.

It's really a manhole.

I thought about it, and I thought it was, this lid was full of holes, and if it rained, it would have to be poured in. The wire must have to go down a little further.

The manhole was so small that there was hardly any space for me to turn around when I went in. After going down, there is a cubic space of about one meter below, which is full of water and fallen leaves. There was also a crawling hole on the left, and I watched as the wires went all the way down to the hole.

I bit the flashlight with my mouth, crawled into the hole, and kept crawling forward.

This feeling reminds me of when I climbed the thief hole, and I felt very uncomfortable. Gritted his teeth and persevered, climbed six or seven meters, and finally climbed the passage.

With a flashlight, I found out. At the end of this passage, there is a room. The room is elevated, the shelves in the ground are made of iron and wood, and water flows under the shelves. The shelves and wood were rotting terribly. I stepped on it, and it felt like I was stepping on cotton.

There are several bookshelves, a bed and a table on the shelves, and a computer on top of the electronics. All of these things on a VCR and a TV were very mildew from the damp mold, and there was a lot of mildew on them.

The wires go to this computer in this room. But I didn't see anyone.

The man hasn't come back yet?

I froze for a moment and touched the computer. It's cold.

There were so many potted plants pressed on the lid of the well I came in just now that if he wanted to go out, he had to remove them. He couldn't have come in and out of where I came in.

I searched around the room with a flashlight, and I found that there was a hole in the wall on the right, and water was flowing in and out from the direction I came from. I took a picture of it. It's deep, and no one is in it.

Who the hell is this? There are people living in the sewers of the third uncle's house, still in such a secret way. also kept in touch with the third uncle in this way.

It's so weird.

I shone my flashlight at the bookshelves, and they were all videotapes.

My hands began to tremble. Draw out a box...... I found that all the videotapes on the shelves were numbered, exactly like the boxes I had received. But there was something wrong with the feeling when I pumped it out, it was too light. When I opened it, it was empty.

I opened a few more boxes and found them all empty. I wondered, why did he put the empty box here?

I calmed down a bit, my mind was very confused, and I was going to sort everything out a bit.

There was a man under the third uncle's house. I kept in touch with the third uncle in a particularly strange way. Does the third uncle know that this person is here?

I don't think anyone can be under the nose of the third uncle. To make such a dark room under the third uncle's house, the third uncle must know about it, and even everything in this dark room itself is the third uncle's Andi.

So how many years has this guy been in this dark room?

Judging by the extent to which these wood and iron shelves are rusty, it is clear that these things have been around for a long time. I can't tell exactly how long it will take, but I think it will take at least six or seven years to get to this level of age, if not so. The upper limit could reach several decades. Although there is a lot of rain in Hangzhou, in general, there is definitely a greater proportion of sunny and cloudy days. According to this structure, this sewer pipe must not have water all year round, so it can corrode to this extent. The time can be very long.

Judging by the appearance of this bed, this man must have lived here. I rummaged over the bed and quilt and it was all clean. And the quilt and bed are neat. Obviously, although this person lives in this environment, he still maintains extreme self-discipline.

This person must be an extremely important person in the third uncle's plan, and may even be the most core person. Otherwise, it would not have existed in such a form.

But where has this man gone now? If he had to stay in a place like this, he shouldn't go out too often.

This person must be a person who can't exist in the world, so he hides in this way, which is a bit like the secret compartment where Anne lived in "The Diary of Anne Frank" at that time.

I sat down, rubbed my face, and listened to the movements. I didn't hear anything, so I turned on my computer.

This computer is completely the same model as the third uncle's. The computer booted up smoothly. Soon jumped out of the interface exactly the same as on the third uncle's computer.

I operated it a few times and found that it was the same as the third uncle's computer. There was almost nothing in it.

I immediately opened the mail software.

I saw a blank list with only one email in it.

I clicked on it, and I immediately realized that it was the last one I had written.

Others, whether inbox or outbox, are completely blank.

I had a sudden sense of foreboding, so I stood up, looked under the bed, opened all the videotape boxes on the shelves, and looked through the VCRs

This last email proves that this person with whom I exchanged emails was here to send and receive emails.

However, there is nothing here.

If it were a person hiding here, it couldn't be this situation, there would definitely be more traces of life, or the person was a robot who did nothing but send and receive emails and processed messages.

It's going to go absolutely crazy. If he lived here alone, he would go absolutely crazy.

I kept pacing in the room, wondering what was going on, was there more than one room in here?

It's also possible. I thought to myself, crouched down and looked at the opening on the other side. Maybe there's another room to crawl through this opening. It's full of daily necessities, and there's even a basketball court or something. Maybe there will be a full of qi and a baby.

The man may have lived in another room.

I took a deep breath. Squatted down and got in. The tube was narrower, and I had to shrink my stomach to squeeze it in little by little. Halfway through, I realized that this man was definitely not going to be a big man. If it were a big man living like this every day, I would rather die.

All the way forward, I climbed about ten meters, and suddenly there was a light in front of me. I climbed out and found that the end was not the other room I had thought of, but a plank of wood with holes in the top of the plank, and light shining through.

I pushed the plank away and found it at once. It's a dark alley.

The so-called dark alley is that in the past, when the peasant house was built, two houses would be next to each other, and a very narrow passage would be formed in the middle, and the walls of the two houses would be flanked on either side. Such structures are very unsafe, because thieves can step on the walls on both sides and step by step, so many residents simply build their own walls with the walls of their neighbors, sealing off the two entrances to the narrow passage.

In this way, people quickly forget that there is a very narrow space between their own house and their neighbor's house.

This structure is used by many antique dealers. A lot of the time, it's used to put some contraband.

The alleyman could only pass sideways, and it was almost impossible to get back to the hole when he came out. I leaned sideways to the edge of the wall, where there were a few bricks that I could draw on, and I stepped on them. Then climb over the wall and go down.

Down is the outer wall of the third uncle's house. I looked around and felt inexplicable. I could only go back from the main gate in a gloomy way, and my heart said what was going on?

I walked around the yard and touched my head. If that's the structure. This means that this guy in the underground should have gone out of the dark alley just like me.

So how can he come back later? Or do you still come back from there? I said in my heart that this would be fine, I could go to the dark alley to block him, the place was so narrow, he couldn't escape no matter what.

But I thought about it and decided it would be more appropriate to block him in his room.

I went down to the manhole again, to the room.

This time I climbed and I was already out of breath from exhaustion. I sat down in my chair and stared intently at the entrance of the passageway. Whenever anything came out of it, I would pounce on him and crush him to death.

I didn't dare to turn on the flashlight, so I waited quietly in the dark.

I don't know how long it took. I was in a bit of a trance, and suddenly I heard someone talking. I rushed back from my trance at once, and a spirit immediately held my breath and looked in the direction of the passage mouth.

It was pitch black over there

I was stunned for a moment, auditory hallucinations?

As soon as he finished thinking about it, another voice came from speaking.

"Friends."

I don't know where the voice came from in the room. I was so frightened that I turned on my flashlight and shone around like a machine gun.

But when I looked around, I found that there was still no one in the room. Is it in the sewers? I was just about to take a picture when the voice rang out again: "Turn on the computer."

I was a spirit, and this time I could clearly distinguish that the sound was coming from the ceiling.

At that moment, I suddenly felt as if something was hanging from the roof of this room, and I immediately looked up. (To be continued)