It is a mysterious lower room of a mysterious sanatorium. A mysterious woman has done some unbelievable acts here. So. Since she has lived here. There will always be clues. If only you could find out a little. Maybe you can understand the truth of some things. Even if it's useless information. I can also know what her life and the state of the jīng god were like at that time.

I'm excited about everything that's going on in this sanatorium. Almost nothing is known. All the clues are important to me.

I started searching. As long as it is something that can be seen. I'm going to take a look.

The building here is very low. My body is quite oppressive here. But the lighting of the lighter is more effective because of this. It can shine far away. I looked around a little bit. Decide where to start.

In the blurred black-and-white image of the videotape. It is not possible to view the whole view and detail of the room. But now it can. What you see is a little more intuitive. I first imagined the real Huo Ling combing her hair. Quite scary. Busy shaking his head to divert attention.

The zippo I have in my hand is able to burn the light continuously. But if it's already hot, I just need to pinch it a little more, and I can't pinch it. A rag was found from the table. I wrap it and continue using it.

In the faint light of the fire. I started by looking at the walls. All four walls of this room are painted with white mortar. Now it's all covered in dust. A wooden stick with a coat hook was nailed to the wall next to the door. That's the square used to hang clothes. Newspapers were taped underneath the sticks. Prevent hanging clothes from touching the white ash on the wall. Stick over. It's a cabinet that has no doors. This should be Huo Ling's way of changing clothes. Now there's nothing in it. When I got closer. I found that the cabinet looked like it had been grabbed by something. Full of nicks.

Then on the side of the wall. There was nothing left. There are only wires hanging from it. It's already all gray. There is also a doorway to the next room. I don't know if it was not sealed when it was built. Or was it smashed later. The room opposite was empty.

On the opposite side of the cabinet. There is a writing desk. There are two side by side. It's full of stuff. It seems to be all some newspapers and garbage that I can't read clearly. On the wall next to the desk was a large amount of paper. It's all covered in dust.

I blow off the dust. Look at them one by one. I found that the content posted on the wall was very trivial. I saw the electricity bill from the 90s of the 20th century. Some handwritten, meaningless numbers. These have almost become a whole paper with the walls. It should have been used as a phone notebook at that time. Because that's where the phone number I remembered. But it's gone now. Only a truncated telephone line remained.

These things don't give me any information. All I know is that she uses electricity while she lives here. I sighed. Then he began to rummage through the papers on the desk.

The paper was in the dust. A day of smoke. I can't do that much. One by one, I opened them. The inside of the paper is rotten. There were small worms that I was disturbed by. However, these things are the little brother compared to the snow hairs of Changbai Mountain. I quickly flipped the paper out. I pulled out a few notebooks from it.

I took it out and shook it. I realized that it looked like a large manuscript book. I used to write when I didn't have a computer. Something is written on it.

I flipped it over. See on the first page. Just three lines:

Backrooms 2-3.

No. 01253

Classes: 20, 939, 45

What does that mean? My heart said. It seems to be the number of what the file. Could it be some handwritten document or book?

Turn to the first page and take a look. I found out that it was not. on the second page. It turned out to be a picture. It's still a ballpoint pen drawing. And the painting is quite sloppy. All of a sudden, I couldn't tell what was drawn.

I set my mind. Identify it carefully. It took five or six minutes to see it. This turned out to be an ancient figure painting. It's just that this person obviously doesn't know how to draw. The figure is almost out of shape. It looks weird. That ancient figure. Not like people. Rather, it looks like a fox with a long mouth.

There are also many strange lines drawn around the figure. I saw that the was a human being. The meaning of these lines is also revealed. It should be the background of the figure drawing. It's about landscapes, temples, trees, and things like that.

I couldn't help but laugh. The heart says what this is. Could it be Huo Ling's sketch? She has a wide range of hobbies.

Flip over. Thirty or forty pages were turned in a row. It's all like this. Content without text. I put it down. I read another one. It's the same. Except that the content on the first page is different. It's all pretty much the same picture. I don't know what it is. Just pile it aside. Keep turning over the papers. As a result, there is nothing below. Only a few lumps of what resembled rags were found inside. I couldn't even find a piece of paper with contents.

I scolded again. The heart said that it seemed that they were leaving. Probably took away all the things that had information.

But I don't give up. I don't believe there's nothing left to bring. I sat down in the position where Huo Ling combed her hair. Take a break. I opened the drawer in front of me. Want to see what's in the drawer.

That's the middle of that desk. The largest drawer under the countertop. I tugged at it. I felt like there was a door. The fucking drawer was locked. And it feels heavy.

In general, discarded furniture is not locked up after moving. And this feel suggests that there may be something inside. I got excited. This kind of lock can't bother me. I stood up. Remove a coat hook behind a door. Insert it into the crack of the drawer and press it down firmly. The gap in the drawer was widened in one fell swoop. The lock teeth are detached. I pulled. So he pulled out the drawer.

Pick up a lighter and take a photo. I just said yes. The drawers were filled with stuff. I put the lighter on the edge of the drawer. Start rummaging.

This must be a woman's drawer. There's a lot of trivial clutter in it. It's messy. Apparently he had already taken useful things with him when he left. The wooden comb remained. A small-like vanity case from the 90s of the 2nd century. A thick stack of Contemporary Film magazines. These old magazines have a long history. I remember when I was a child, I read Huang sè books. And the kind of black sè iron hairpins. And lots of empty envelopes and an empty photo album.

The envelopes are very numerous. But none of them have been used. I patiently opened them one by one. There was nothing in it. There are no photos in the album either. It can be found that it must have been let go. But they were all siphoned off.

Then. I flipped through the old magazines again. Page by page. Extra careful. However, it has not yet been found.

I fell back into my chair. Regardless of the dust on it, he leaned down. Somewhat tired, he looked across the table through the dim lighter light. It was pitch black all around. It's quiet to death. My heart was disappointed. Apparently. If this seat belongs to Huo Ling. This woman is quite careful. And it was deliberately left without leaving a clue.

The cold all around me was already greeting me. I gritted my teeth. Can't give up. Fuck. Roger's Law. It is impossible to leave nothing behind. I'm sure I'll find something! Again, I encourage myself. Although I was already a little desperate in my heart. I pushed the drawers in one by one. Get up and look at the desk opposite.

There are no chairs to sit on the opposite side. I bent down. It was found that the largest drawer in the middle was still locked. It's kind of weird. I'm doing it again. Pry open the drawer.

I thought it would be the same as I had just seen. I'm still rummaging through clues in the garbage heap. However, it was not what I expected. This time I pulled it out and took a look. The drawers are very clean. Empty. Nothing. Only in the middle of the drawer. There was a large yellow envelope. bulging. It's the size of A4 paper. It's right there. It seems to have been put on purpose. Wait for me to see the same.

"Huh" I was moved. Realized something. Pick it up and take a look.

This is the kind of labor insurance envelope of the late 80s of the 20th century. The material is kraft paper. It has a faded sè [**] avatar on it. Touched it. I found that there was a very thick stuff inside. But it's already subject to cháo. Touched the burr. It's very soft. There was no text on the envelope.

I feel like there's a door. Hurriedly flipped through the envelope. Dig inside. I pulled out an old work notebook that looked like a magazine.

I was stunned for a moment. Flip open the cover. Discover the first page of the notebook. There is a beautiful pen line:

I don't know which of the three you would be. Whoever you are. When you come here and find this envelope. I believe that something has been involved.

The videotape was the last insurance program we set up. The tape was sent. It means that the person who kept the tape has no way to contact me. So. That means I'm dead. Or "it" has already discovered me. I've left the city.

Whatever the case may be. All means that I may be passing away soon. So. The tape will guide you here. Let you see this notebook.

in this notebook. It records our research efforts and experience for more than ten years. I leave it to you. You can know what you want to know.

But. I would like to remind you of this. What's inside. There are some huge secrets involved. I vowed to take this to the grave. In the end, however, they were unable to keep my promise. These secrets. After reading it. Blessings and misfortunes are unpredictable. Do yourselves for yourselves.

Chen Wenjin

September 1995