The fat man slapped me, and he was just as shavery as I was.

I thought to myself, it's finally here, it's not easy. Tears are about to fall.

The whole building was dark, without any light source, presenting an ominous atmosphere. I never imagined that Zhangjiagu Building would be such a huge building.

Where are they? The eagerness in my heart suddenly burst out: "Zhang Qiling! I yelled.

There was an echo from the cave of the empty mine, and I roared several times, and the echo filled almost the entire space.

I said in my heart: it is absolutely impossible not to find it. If they were still alive, it would be absolutely impossible not to hear.

Wait until the echo slowly fades away, and the whole space returns to a cold silence.

I gasped and waited, waiting for a response from anywhere.

However, I waited for a long, long time, and the silence was still not broken. My uneasiness began to roll in, and the nightmare that had been in my heart for a long time.

What if they were all dead?

The problems that I had been reluctant to think about had now rushed in front of me, and I could no longer escape them.

There was no response, everything was deadly quiet, as if we were the first visitors in nearly a thousand years, and even the sleeping spirits of the dead could not be awakened.

"Let's go." The fat man patted me on the shoulder, "Whether it's dead or alive, you have to see it with your own eyes, isn't your uncle saying it?" ”

I lit a cigarette, took three puffs, and threw it on the ground: "Go!" ”

The door of Zhangjia Ancient Building was completely gray and white, and when I touched it, I found that it was all dust. The door was so badly rotted that the window paper on it had rotted away, and it was pitch black inside.

I looked at the lattice windows—typical Qing Dynasty architecture—and sure enough, they were the work of Lei Feng.

"Here." The fat man said to me. I just saw it on the pane. There were a few places where the dust was knocked off. The fat man went up and pushed it, and the door was pushed open.

There was a screeching creak from the doorshaft, followed by a surge of dust everywhere.

The fat man and I immediately took a step back. Cover your mouth and wait for the dust to settle slowly.

I looked at the fat man. The fat man made a "you please first" action. I tilted my head and said, "Didn't you take the lead in the past?" ”

The fat man said, "Isn't this a chance for you to perform?" If you can't, then I'll do it. ”

I took a breath: "Yes, then you're welcome." Then he walked towards the door.

It was pitch black inside, and I scanned it with a flashlight and saw a huge space. It is a huge floor with four pillars towering in the middle of the hall.

There was nothing on this floor, and I only saw a lot of equipment spread out in the middle of the room.

We walked over and found that it was indeed the stuffy oil bottle and their gear bag. It's all white dust.

The fat man looked at the house above his head, which was completely in the architectural style of the Qing Dynasty, with countless patterns on the roof. Today, the whole building is miserable white from any angle.

"How can this place be so big?" The fat man squatted down and shook a package, and I realized that it was a food package.

The white ash on the bag was shaken, and I suddenly felt uncomfortable, and immediately grabbed the fat man and stepped back.

The fat man covered his mouth and looked at his hands. His hands were already burned red.

"Dust of strong alkali." He said, "The deformed buddy didn't lie to us. It seems that the little brother and they met once. Otherwise the equipment would not have been covered with such a thick powder. ”

"Things are here, what about people?" I said, my heart said that it won't all melt away, and even if it does, there will be traces.

I thought the atmosphere was a little weird, but the fork couldn't tell what the problem was. The fat man asked me to deal with my wound first, there is strong alkali dust here, if it gets on the wound, it will be troublesome.

I didn't notice in the confusion just now, the place where the bug bit is no longer bleeding, but if it is not treated, it will probably suppurate.

After I bandaged it. Looking at the fat man's watch, the fat man asked me if I wanted to split up and look for it. I pondered for a moment. I still don't think it's good.

Who knows what will happen in this building, two people are going to die together. It's all over the place, and it's not that much trouble.

The fat man turned on the flashlight, slowly shook off the powder on the equipment little by little, and saw that a lot of equipment was opened. He went up to count it, and then said, "The gas masks and flashlights are not there, they should have put down their equipment here, and then went to explore lightly." ”

There is a huge hole in the center of the ceiling of the ancient hall, which is supposed to have been formed by corrosion, and the edge of the hole is very irregular in shape.

There were also a lot of rotten pieces on the ground, all of which had become something like cotton wool, covered in a thick white powder.

When we shine a flashlight upward, we can see the ceiling on the upper floor, and the same is the case.

The first floor was clear at a glance, and we walked to the side. According to Feng Shui theory and style Lei's consistent design habits, the best location of the staircase of the ancient building should be at the edge of the building, generally on the east side.

Of course, such a large building should have stairs in all four directions, otherwise the running distance is too long and too troublesome.

But we searched around the hall several times, but we couldn't find the stairs going up. The fat man muttered, "Could it be that the stairs are outside the ancient building?" In the design of the ancient building, there is a staircase specially designed for viewing, which coils around the ancient building and goes up. ”

I said in my heart, "Dog's day, what is the beauty of this place?" After going out for a walk, I found that Style Lei and I had the same philosophy, and I also thought it was nothing good, and there were still no stairs outside.

Damn, is it true that the Zhang family is blowing snow at the West Gate, and they go upstairs to lift their pants, and they don't need stairs at all?

When they returned to the building, the fat man went to look for the rope in their luggage, and when he found that the rope was gone, he said, "Maybe there are no stairs in this place." They took the rope with them, maybe they went upstairs with the rope. ”

"Then there must be a place where you can use a rope," I said. There is strong alkali powder everywhere here, there is no gas mask, and when it shakes, there is dust everywhere, not to mention inhalation, and if you squint your eyes, you may be blind in an instant.

Just when I was puzzled, I suddenly remembered what Xiaohua told me about the feng shui problem here by the lake.

Zhangjia Ancient Building is located in the place of knocking bones and sucking marrow, the so-called Dragon Tower Treasure Palace, all for the purpose of long-term peace, but Zhangjia Ancient Building is the opposite, it devours the energy of the dragon vein, destroys the momentum of the dragon vein.

I seem to have heard before that there are places where stairs need to be scrapped in order to achieve some kind of feng shui effect.

But abolishing it doesn't mean that they don't really use it, but it just means that they don't build visible stairs, but they will mark invisible stairs. There is a place to go up to the second floor.

We continued our search, and soon focused our attention on a few pillars. There are several unicorns carved on the pillars, and their bodies look very much like dragons, and the heads of several unicorns are very prominent.

The fat man kicked a few times, kicked down the relatively floating dust, and hid to the side. When the dust calmed down, he covered his mouth and nose with his clothes and climbed up.

Sure enough, this is it. We stepped on the unicorn's head and soon climbed to the top of the pillar. When I pushed it, I found that the floor slab above was not moving.

"It's stuck." The fat man said. After saying that, a large amount of white ash was shaken down from above, and the fat man immediately reflexively jumped down and ran away, coughing non-stop, and the phlegm coughed up was already bloody.

"You can't stay in this place for long, even if the mechanism is not activated, the internal organs will rot after staying for a long time." He said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a click, and the unicorn that he had stepped on just now actually moved. Then, a staircase descended from above.

The fat man and I looked at each other and immediately climbed up cautiously. As soon as the flashlight shone on, our hearts shook.

We saw that on the second floor of the ancient building, there were countless shelves, and there were hundreds of them that could be seen at a glance, all of which looked like the upper, middle and lower bunks of a train, but there were more layers.

What is very uncomfortable is that we can clearly see that the shelves are actually full of iron figurines. (To be continued)