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Sambo crouched down and illuminated it with a flashlight, a narrow tunnel that could accommodate a person of medium stature to bend down to enter, the tunnel was slightly inclined downward, and the ground was surrounded by hard soil. Sambo shook his flashlight, and the light shot into the depths of the pitch-black cavern, and then was engulfed in darkness.

Sambo stared at the endless darkness at the end of the light for a long time, and he hesitated, no one knew how deep this dark passage was, where it led, and whether it was dangerous...... Sanbao took out the master's mobile phone and saw that the signal on it was still full, and there were no calls or text messages, which means that the funeral home is still safe. It's 1:45 p.m. Sam Bao thought of the little boy's soul for help, and his heart tightened.

"Go to the ball! It's all coming! Sanbao gritted his teeth, bent his waist, and went into the dark passage.

Sam Bao bent down and walked forward, the road was dark and long, Sam Bao looked at the time on his mobile phone, and walked forward for a full five minutes before the first turn appeared. Sambo roughly estimated the direction, and this turn was in the direction of the funeral home. After turning three corners in succession, the dark passage was no longer as narrow and low as before, and Sambo could finally straighten up.

Suddenly, the flashlight flashed twice, and then the light disappeared. The Three Treasures were instantly swallowed up by darkness, and it was pitch black in front of them. There was silence all around, and only the slight breathing and rapid heartbeat of the three treasures could be heard. Soon a strange humming sound came from the dark world ahead, a slight and familiar sound. Suddenly, Sanbao realized that he was probably under the Sanqing Funeral Parlor, and this buzzing sound was not the sound of the cremation furnace motor starting! The cremation room is most likely just a short distance ahead. Sanbao felt that he was groping for candles and lighters in plastic bags, but he was good to prepare these two, otherwise he would have to go back in the dark, if only he brought more batteries, a hundred secrets, Sanbao complained to himself, and lit the candles with a lighter.

The small faint goose-yellow candlelight of the candle suddenly lit up, illuminating the surroundings of the Three Treasures, and the flames burned sufficiently, indicating that there was no lack of oxygen here, and there was a slight air movement from the front, pushing the flames to sway irregularly. The shadow of the three treasures was reflected on the wall, as if there was suddenly another person beside him, this person was shaking from side to side on the wall, constantly moving forward, and suddenly the shadow stopped.

Sambo found that on the ground not far ahead, a dirty body was lying flat on the ground, motionless. Could this be the body of that little boy! Sanbao slowly approached, and by the candlelight, he saw that it was the dried corpse of a soil dog. The yellowish and wrinkled fur was clinging to the skeleton, the dog's head had shriveled into a skeleton, something had smashed a big hole in the dog's head, who had killed the dog? Why is it here again? Sanbao thought about the ins and outs in his heart, and carefully walked forward against the dog's corpse.

There was a V-shaped fork in the road ahead, Sambo stopped, listened carefully to the slight humming sound coming from the passage, he followed the sound into the passage on the left, and was soon blocked by a brick wall, which was supposed to be the end of the passage. Strangely, the temperature here was noticeably warmer than outside, and there was a smell of damp heat in the air, and Sambo pressed his hand against the wall, which was warm. The hum of the crematorium's work came from behind the wall. Through this wall, it is likely to be the cremation room of the Sanqing funeral home, and more likely the old Soviet crematorium that has broken down. Only the crematorium was a separate oil-fired system, but when it was later remodeled, the power room was connected to the other two, but it was solid behind its inner walls, probably connected to the mountain. If it had been placed before the liberation, this might have been the entrance to the secret passage that the Kuomintang had set up in the torture room. Perhaps, this time, cremation Liu is behind this gable, testing the cremation equipment. Sambo was thrilled by this huge discovery, but he soon calmed down, and although the surroundings were a little wide, they were within the range of candlelight, and there were no human remains.

Sambo walked back, now there was only one other direction left, the secret was probably there, Sambo was excited, but forgot that his phone was in the depths of the cave, and he could no longer receive the mobile signal from the ground, he didn't realize that he was now stepping into an unpredictable danger.

The construction and excavation of this passage was obviously much simpler and rougher, and the walls of the cave were no longer as smooth and flat as before, and there was no masonry floor. The walls are littered with excavation marks, and the floor is uneven. Sambo walked cautiously forward, he could already smell the smell of mildew and sulfur in the air, mixed together, making his throat very uncomfortable, and there was more and more debris in front of him, dry branches, broken stones, and empty ammunition boxes piled up by the wall.

Immediately afterward, the passage suddenly became wide, as if it had entered a hall. There was a large hole in the wall in front of the hall, and as he walked to the entrance, he saw a beam of light shining on the wall at the end of the dark and gloomy cavern, which was filled with thick wooden piles and stone rubble. Sambo didn't burrow into the hole for the time being, and he stepped back, intending to inspect the hall.

By candlelight, he wandered around the chamber and saw three large wooden chests stacked in the corner, and the boxes were covered with dust. Sambo stood up for the candle, picked up a rusty shovel on the ground, and slammed it into the lock of one of the boxes. The lock opened, and Sambo carefully opened the box, but there were only some dirty children's clothes and children's shoes of various sizes, some of which were already rotten. Sambo then smashed open the second box and found it full of children's toys covered in black stains. dolls, building blocks, plastic cars, tumblers...... It doesn't look like something from before liberation, at most it's from the 80s.

There was still one last box left, Sambo steadied his wrist, smashed the lock, he slowly opened the lid of the box, and in the faint flickering candlelight, he clearly saw the dried corpse of a little boy lying in the box.

It's him! It's him!

Sambo's hands trembled a little, and he looked at the small wrinkled corpse, the little boy's body was very well preserved, and he was dressed in the same clothes as Sambo had seen in the cremation room. He was huddled in a small space, his eyes sunken deeply, his skin wrinkled against his bones, and his wrists and ankles bound together with ropes. The image of the little boy imprisoned in a wooden box appeared in Sambo's eyes, and he cried out until he was hoarse, and he struggled desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him, but finally ran out of strength. Who brutally killed this little boy. Who is it? Sambo's anger surged over, he wanted to scream, he wanted to call for help, but he couldn't do anything, Sambo looked at the toys and clothes in the previous box. The dark stain was probably bloodstained, and it came from different people, as evidenced by the clothes and shoes that belonged to different children.

Sambo shuddered, not because of witnessing the spirit guidance and the murder scene. It's about experiencing a kind of suffocating brutality. What kind of devil would do such an inhumane thing!

Where are the other children? Sambo suddenly thought of this fearful question. If each pair of shoes represents the missing and murdered child, then there are at least twenty pairs of shoes of different sizes and colors in the box.

This is nothing short of a massacre!

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! 】