At this moment, Song Ming's appearance is pitiful and terrifying, and everyone is very unhappy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info a bully, he is always a living person, and he doesn't have too much malice towards us.

Just as we sighed, the smile on Song Ming's face suddenly froze, gradually becoming hideous, and pounced on us, his eyes bloodshot.

My cousin flashed sideways and shouted at me, "Hold him down, quick!" ”

I hurriedly hugged Song Ming's waist, but I was violently hit and bounced away, and my cousin's knife had been deeply inserted into Song Ming's thigh, and blood spurted out instantly, Song Ming screamed, struggling like a mad cow, and was hugged by everyone and pressed to the ground.

After a while, Song Ming stopped moving.

The blind man said timidly, "Shall we kill him in this way?" ”

"Do you think he will survive if he keeps digging?" Said cousin.

None of us spoke anymore, yes, saving people and killing people is sometimes just a thought, just like surgery in a hospital, no one can guarantee that nothing goes wrong, but if you don't do it, you will definitely die.

"He was covered in blood just now, why are he still crazy?" I whispered.

"I guess it's not enough for him to bear."

"Oh......"

After helping Song Ming tie up his wounds, everyone sat down cross-legged, and the cousin and the blind man were still a little weak, leaning against the wall and resting with their eyes closed.

Ten minutes passed, and Song Ming was still lying quietly on the ground, everyone was worried, if Song Ming died of excessive bleeding, we would all become murderers. In fact, when you are in danger, you don't care about crime, but the guilt in your heart will make people miserable for a lifetime, which is far beyond the punishment of the law.

After another ten minutes, Song Ming finally came to his senses, covered his thighs and scolded: "You can really fucking do it!" ”

We smiled and ran forward to comfort, inexplicably happy in our hearts, not only because Song Ming woke up, but most importantly, this method really worked! If anyone goes crazy again, they don't have to be so confused.

Song Ming has been wandering on the road for many years and has been injured countless times, so this knife is naturally no big deal, and he can walk normally after resting for a while. It's just that his bloody hands, several fingernails have been turned over, and the pain is so painful that he can't even hold the searchlight steadily.

"Damn, who said that Lao Li could dig through the 300-meter thief hole with his bare hands? Exercise! Song Ming scolded to himself.

"Your skills are not as good as others, you are still not convinced!" We laughed and laughed.

To tell the truth, the pit that Song Ming dug with his hands was not even half a meter, and his hands were almost useless, and Lao Li would never be able to dig 300 meters with his bare hands, at least we didn't believe it at that time.

Before they could find the entrance to the North Palace, they were so frustrated that everyone was exhausted, leaning on each other and slowly falling asleep, waking up at ten o'clock at night, still woken up by the little bell.

"Look, look! Python brings us tools! The little bell shouted.

We were all awakened by the fact that we had not slept soundly in the bomb shelter, and when we opened our eyes, there were rechargeable electric drills and hammers on the ground, and the yellow python slowly crawled down the aisle back to the compartment.

"Such a human snake ......," the blind man said in astonishment, and a trace of sadness crossed his face.

The cousin sighed and didn't speak, they must have thought that the python that was cut into three knots by the steel blade more than two months ago may also be human, and they may have done something very wrong.

"Let's get started, don't be stunned!" Song Ming stood up and walked towards the concrete wall. After all, it was someone who had entered the dungeon, and he didn't care about these bizarre things at all.

Three injured men, a little girl, this construction task all fell on me. The sound of the drill rumbled, resonating with the bomb shelter, and the eardrum felt like it was being cracked.

At the same time, I was still thinking that even if the python was human, it could not have human cognition and recognition, how could it know that we needed these tools and bring them to the bomb shelter. Suddenly I thought of what the old man said, someone is secretly helping us, but I really can't figure out who this person is.

After drilling holes in my cousin's drawings, I easily smashed open the two-foot-thick concrete wall, revealing two skeletons with a fishy stench all around.

We gagged our nostrils and climbed into the holes that had been hewn in, and there was a small space, piled up with a mess of tools and concrete woven bags, and sure enough, it was blocked from here. There is water seeping out on the side wall, look at the location, not far from the well on the construction site. The two corpses leaned against the wall, decomposed to the point that only the skeleton remained, some years old. There was a small black notebook next to the corpse, and Song Ming leaned over to pick it up.

I turned the searchlight to the brightest, and everyone came up, and the paper was badly yellowed, and the font was neat, written in a blue pen:

"June 5, 1945

Now that the victory of the resistance has been decided, I was ordered by Chairman Chiang to build this air-raid shelter and secretly carry out the 'fishing net' plan. When I first entered this cave, I worked very well with my brother Huang Ning.

June 6, 1945

There is no progress in the plan, and I will continue to work hard.

June 7, 1945

Recently, I couldn't sleep at night, and I heard that Brother Huang guessed that it was the evil result of killing the person who built the cave earlier. If you don't want to work, you are ashamed of the grace of party-state education. ”

Seeing this, I couldn't help it, so I burst into a foul mouth: "Is this fucking still human, in order to see the secret of the people, they actually killed the people who helped them build a bomb shelter!" ”

"Alas......" the blind man sighed, "it is too much! These two people turned out to be spies, and the air-raid shelter was their secret station, no wonder doors and windows would be installed in the compartment, Lao Jiang was really rich......"

Turning the page back, it was all blank, and the diary was gone.

Song Ming said helplessly: ", who are these people!" ”

I threw the notebook on the ground, and the back pages of the notebook were scattered, and there were words on it secretly!

"Why did this man start writing from the last page?" I was puzzled.

Picking up the notebook, the last page was scribbled, and even many words were crowded together, some of the words were drawn here and there, and it was impossible to see what was written.