I got out of the car and paid. At the door, I faced the obscure house number. It was found that the address on the note was indeed here. It's a little hairy in my heart. The heart said that this is not the kind of haunted building that no one lived in that we used to explore when we were children. How could anyone let me come to such a place? Is there anyone living inside?

The coachman was still counting the change I had given him. I turned to him and asked. Who lives in it?

The coachman shook his head. Said he didn't know. All he knew was that this sanatorium was built in the 60s of the 20th century. Golmud is a military city. There are a lot of officers. Leaders of many countries often come to visit. This sanatorium was for the leaders of the time. In the mid-80s. The sanatorium was removed. It was converted into a theater. So he was here too. At that time, there were only a few squares in the east and west of the river. I was lucky to run into him. If only the other tricycle drivers from the north. I can't find this party in the custody.

I was skeptical. After the coachman left. I'm the only one left on the street. I'll look left and right. It was pitch black. Only this building has a dim street lamp in front of the door. A little scared. But when I thought about it, I even went down to the ancient tomb in the middle of the night. What is this old house afraid of. Then he pushed the door.

There is a fence outside the building. The wall doors are arched mahogany panel doors. There is no knocker. Pushed a few times. It was found that the door was locked with chains behind it. The door won't open. But this obstacle is not difficult for me. I looked around. Come under the lamppole. Climbed up in a few clicks. Climbed over the fence. This is trick-or-treating when I was a child. It doesn't seem to have fallen yet.

The yard inside is full of weeds. Jump. You can know the green bricks laid underneath. But there was grass in the crevices. There is also a tree in the yard. It's dead. Leaning against the courtyard wall on the side.

Walk to the small building. I turned on the lighter and took a picture. to understand its dilapidation. It is a carved window door. But it's all drooping. Spider webs are everywhere. The gate was locked with iron chains. Affixed with a seal.

I tore open a window. Cautiously climbed in. The inside is paved with green bricks. A thick layer of ash. Directly behind the door is a lobby. Nothing. It seems to be empty. I raised the lighter. Carefully turned. Found a little familiar. When I thought about it again, a cold sweat came down.

This lobby. It's in Aning's videotape. "I" crawl on the side of the crawl.

It's the right party. I said to myself. I stood in the middle of the tape. VCR shot from the point of view. Those green bricks. Those carved windows. The angles are exactly the same. I'm more and more sure of what I'm thinking. A sense of fear and excitement came out of me at the same time.

Keep going inside. Just to the left of the lobby there is a spiral wooden staircase. It's a simple kind. But it's spinning anyway. Access to the first floor. I tiptoed over. Look upstairs. I saw the top of the stairs. It was pitch black. And there is no light.

I pulled out the key in my pocket. 306。 That should be on the third floor.

This is somewhat unusual. I looked down at the treads of the stairs. The pedals were found to be covered in a thick layer of dust. But in the dust. Some footprints can be seen. Apparently there are still people walking around here.

I gently put my foot on the pedal and pedaled. Make a creaking sound. But it should be able to bear my weight. I gritted my teeth and cautiously walked up.

It's dark upstairs. Plus that "creaking" sound of wood rubbing. Makes me feel a little panicked. But after all, this place is not as good as the ancient tomb. My nerves are still holding on.

All the way up. to the second floor. I found that the walkway on the second floor was sealed with cement. There are no doors. It's the whole thing that's sealed. Follow the space downstairs. There should be several more rooms behind the concrete wall. It seems to be isolated. The cementer did it very roughly.

I touched the wall. It feels a little strange. Could it be that there was a problem with the structure of this house? Reinforcement here?

But it's useless to be weird. I don't have the extra jīng energy to think about these issues at this time. Continue up to the third floor. What I saw was a dark hallway. There are rooms on both sides of the hallway. But there was no light coming out of all the doors. It should be no one. And in the air was a terrible smell of mildew.

I was calm. Cautiously walked into the hallway. Bypass those cobwebs. See the house numbers of those rooms with dust-covered paint on the doors. I read all the way. I kind of feel like the protagonist of those European and American suspense films. Soon. I came to the door of the penultimate room in the hallway. I held up my hot lighter. Shine on the door. I saw a very shallow door number on the lintel:

At that moment, I started to want to knock on the door. It's funny when I think about it. So he hesitated at the door. He took out the key. Stick it in the keyhole at the door. Then it spins. "Click". The door grinds against the shaft sharply. I was easily pushed in.

The room is not big. It's dark inside. The smell of mildew is even stronger when you go in. First, peek in through the crack in the door. Found that there may be a window on one side of the room. The light from the street lamps outside came through. The outline of the room is outlined. There seems to be a lot of furniture on the wall in the room. It is not clear in the shadow of the street lights outside. But. At a glance, you can see that there is no one.

I took a deep breath. Walk in cautiously. Hold up the already hot lighter. In the faint light of the fire. Everything around was clear.

This is a one's bedroom. I saw a small bed in the corner. That's where the smell of mildew comes from. When I got closer, I found that the quilt on the bed had rotted into black. The taste is extremely unpleasant. The quilt is bulging. At first glance, I thought there was a dead man wrapped inside. But if you look closely, you can see that it's just the shape of a quilt.

On the edge of the bed. There is a writing desk. The old one resembles the wooden desks of elementary school. On it were some garbage, cloth, a few pieces of waste paper, and some white lime blocks that had fallen from the roof. are covered with a thick layer of ash.

Next to the desk is a large cabinet. It is three or four meters wide. Taller than me. The wood on top is probably due to the swelling of the cháo. The door panels were cracked. Look up. You can see the junction between the roof and the wall above the cabinet. There are a lot of coal spots and water stains. Apparently there will be a water leak here on rainy days.

It seems that this party has been abandoned for a long time. The extent of this tatters. It should have been more than five years. However, the house is old though. But it's just plain old. What did the person who sent me the tape do with me? What message does he want me to get in this house?

At this time, I was nervous. It also calmed down as I adapted to the environment. I put the lighter on the table. First, he began to rummage through the drawers of the wooden desk. Pull out the drawers one by one. But it's mostly empty. There are two drawers with old newspapers. It's all moldy. I didn't even dare to touch it.

Not in the drawer. Is it in bed? I walked over to the bed. I looked under the bed first. It's all cobwebs. Nothing. Then go to the side and take out a drawer. Used as a tool. Removed the glued quilt from the mattress. I want to see if there's something wrapped in it. However, it was dialed a few times. The quilt is full of black sè sticky water. There were even bugs in there. The musty smell is overwhelming. I almost threw up in nausea.

I finally got all the quilts on it. But I didn't find anything. Actually, I dialed it a few times and realized that there wouldn't be anything inside. Who would put the east xīzàng in such a disgusting party.

Neither of these sides are available. Then all that's left is this big cabinet. However, this cabinet has a lock. Although the door of the cabinet is cracked. But open this cabinet. It still takes some strength. And you can't do it without tools.

I didn't have anything with me. I had to look for it. Finally I found something on the windowsill. That's the latch of an old-fashioned window. I can pull it out. It's all rusty though. But the old-fashioned latch is solid. It's sturdy. I pulled out one. It is used as a pry bar. Insert into those cracked door panels. Pry the crack big enough for me to reach into. Then put one foot against one side. Reach into the slit. Break it out with all your might. There was a terrifying grinding sound from the door panel. I bent it up. Then there was a cracking and popping sound. The whole board was broken like this. The dust on the door was splashed. I couldn't open my eyes.

The building is quite and quiet. My movements sounded particularly scary. The moment the door panel broke. The piercing voice scared me into a cold sweat. It took a long time to recover. Then pick up the lighter. Shine it in the cupboard.

I have something on the cabinet. There was no foresight at all. The biggest feeling is that there is still nothing. So I didn't prepare too much psychologically. However, under a photo. I was taken aback.

There really wasn't anything in the cupboard. Empty. But the bottom panel of the cabinet against the wall is gone. The concrete wall covered by the cabinet was exposed. And on the concrete wall. There was a dark half-man-high doorway. There is a cement staircase that goes down. Don't know where it leads.