Sanbao removed the iron lock and the sundries tied to it, and laboriously opened the door on one side, and suddenly, a musty breath rushed out, he frowned, and squeezed his eyes hard. Strange to say, the moment the gate opened, the birds overhead suddenly stopped chirping, and they stood quietly on the branches above Sambo's head, staring at him, and the woods, which were originally full of birdsong, instantly became silent, and an ominous aura shrouded in this gloomy pine forest again.

Sambo was not in a hurry to go inside, he took a flashlight to shine in, and found that a few meters from the entrance of the air-raid shelter, there was a section of steps at a thirty-degree angle, leading to the inside, the steps were not too long, and the light of the flashlight could reach the bottom. Further on, the roof of the cave obliquely descending obscured the view, but the debris piled up inside, and the bricks scattered all over the ground could be faintly visible. Smelling the smell of mold inside, he cautiously opened the two doors, the rusty iron door was very laborious to push open, coupled with the sand and gravel piled up at the door, he spent a lot of energy, and the energy for breakfast just now was basically exhausted. Sanbao was worried about what kind of biogas and carbon dioxide would be generated in the perennial dark environment, so he decided to wait for the afternoon to go in again, ventilate first, and disperse the smell, otherwise if he was smoked inside, he would really become a lonely ghost.

Before leaving, he looked at the dark world deep in the cave again, the cold moisture mixed with the smell of grass and mildew diffused around the cave entrance, but he did not see the little boy's soul he expected to come out of the dark cave, so Sambo turned around and walked back onto the path to the funeral home.

From yesterday to noon, the employees of the Sanqing funeral home have nothing to do, for life, this is good news, in the world, every minute and every second there are people dying because of various events and accidents, even the usual workload is not full of Sanqing funeral home, but also almost non-stop work, as long as you look up, you can see the towering cremation furnace chimney out of the black smoke, the smoke and dust make people feel suffocated and depressed, that is the totem of death.

Now, in 24 hours, there is not a single "newcomer" sent here, although it does not mean that no one has died in other places, but this is indeed a rare free time for the employees of the Sanqing funeral home who are accustomed to handling the body every day and facing death, even if this means that the museum may be closed to some extent.

Everyone was doing their own thing, Master Lu was sitting on the recliner in front of the dormitory, basking in the last warm sun before winter, electrician Zhang, driver Chen Gang and Director Wu and a group of old employees were repairing tricycles in the open space, everyone was arguing about where to remove the parts, the newly recruited temporary workers were playing poker in the dormitory, and the atmosphere of the whole funeral home felt like a leisurely nursing home today.

Sam Bao slept in the dormitory until noon, and after cleaning up briefly, he told Master Lu that he wanted to go to the mountains for a walk. The master stuffed his mobile phone to Sam Bao and asked him to take it well, and if something happened, he would come back quickly. Lu Bingyi leaned on the recliner, his eyes opened slightly, and he saw Sanbao carrying a black plastic bag in his hand, and he asked casually: "Sanbao, you still carry a bag of food up the mountain when you go around, just like a primary school student." ”

"Yes, I want to walk around our mountain, these days, I haven't had time to take a good look at the terrain, how good this scenery is, I'm tired of walking, and I had a picnic by the way." Sambo picked up his pocket and gestured.

"Hey, you young people, you are energetic, I can't do it, I have to bask in the sun. Go shopping, I'll call you if there's something. After Lu Bingyi finished speaking, he fell on the recliner again and took a nap.

Sam Bao walked towards the black pine forest in the mountains, he didn't actually have any snacks in his pocket, but a flashlight, a small shovel, a candle, a lighter, and a fifty-meter roll of nylon rope. He vaguely felt the need for these things, and although he wasn't going to explore any kind of cave, his sixth sense told him to be prepared.

After Cremation Liu cleaned the bottom of the incinerator chimney, and climbed up the protective staircase to the top of the high chimney with the cleaning tools, he inadvertently glanced down and saw the figure of Sam Bao disappearing into the dense pine forest. Cremated Liu was a little puzzled, what did this kid do when he went to the wild grave forest alone, this baby is so fat, and he is simply a virtue with Lao Lu. Then, no longer looking around, he began to dredge the flue with a long cleaning stick, and a faint floating ash rose from the depths of the dark chimney into the air, and was blown away by the light wind in an instant.

Sanbao stood in front of the air-raid shelter, smelled the smell inside, the strange smell of mildew was basically empty, he turned on the flashlight, illuminated the stairs that extended diagonally down at his feet, followed the light down, and slowly walked down, the air-raid shelter was very cold inside, and Sanbao, who had already put on a thick sweater in advance, could still feel the compelling cold.

Soon he reached the bottom of the stairs, and it suddenly became clear to him that the wide platform could park three earth-pulling trucks side by side, which must have been a place for people to hide and concentrate during the war years. The walls are painted with all kinds of graffiti, and the floor is littered with bricks and garbage, which was once inhabited, and from time to time you can see various drink bottles and brick stoves on the floor, which are blackened by smoke. This huge underground passage has two directions, one is directly in front of him, and the other is on his left-hand side, and the three treasures walk deep in front of him, his thin figure gradually shrouded in darkness, and the light on the steps behind him gradually disappears. He soon found that this air-raid shelter was an oval structure, and he was circling in it, with a cave-like sleeve made of blue bricks in the middle, which looked like a storage room or something, and the whole area was like a circular track of a stadium, with people standing on the track and storage in the middle. Sambo put the flashlight around his head, and he found that the roof of a hole in front of him had collapsed in half, and a large rock was exposed, and if according to the master, a child who roasted corn had been crushed to death here, then this was probably the scene of the accident. However, the soul of the little boy in the cremation room could not have been the child who had been crushed to death, because he had already been buried in the earth, and it was impossible for him to turn to the Three Jewels for help. Could it be that there are other deaths here, and the body of the little boy is still here, unfounded?

Thinking of this, San Bao couldn't help but get nervous, he used a flashlight to shine carefully along the way, but he didn't find anything, and soon he finished walking in a circle, and he returned to the side of the staircase. He didn't give up, thinking that he must have missed something, so he reflexively looked at the meeting again, this time Sanbao looked more carefully, just when he walked to the middle, he clearly saw that in front of the flashlight, there was a blurry white mist, this white mist slowly condensed and gathered, becoming a human form, and then became hazy and transparent, the light passed through this translucent substance, projected onto the wall behind, Sanbao walked forward, this time he saw it really, the soul of the little boy in the crematorium stood in front of him.

Without waiting for Sambo to react, the little boy's ghost turned and ran into the brick wall behind him and disappeared without a trace. Sambo followed two steps, his hand touched the cold and damp wall, he carefully illuminated the wall with his flashlight, and soon he noticed something strange. The other walls are in a state of tight seams, only one meter of this wall, there is a faint cement imprint, this cement is painted very carefully, and the complete fit is between the brick gaps, if you don't look carefully, you can't see the clues at all, and the bricks of this wall are not like other walls are complete regular lines, some of which have a slight break and skew, which can be seen to be repaired later,

Could it be that the body of the little boy is hidden behind this concrete wall? And who built this wall with cement? Sambo stared at the wall, his gaze as if he wanted to penetrate the brick wall.

Sam Bao took out a small shovel, followed the cement mark, carefully shoveled the cement between the brick joints, and soon, shoveled out a semi-circular trench, Sam Bao tried to kick the bricks in this semicircle with his foot, he felt some empty vibrations behind the brick wall. He moved his ankle, took a few steps back, and then lunged forward, flying his right foot with all his might, and kicking it hard against the wall.

The brick wall within the semicircle fell in response, Sanbao couldn't contain his inertia, and almost hit his head against the wall, before he could get up straight, he suddenly felt that his right foot fell into an inexplicable emptiness, Sanbao picked up the flashlight and shone it under his feet.

His eyes widened in disbelief what he was seeing, and his heart raced and he muttered to himself.

“…… Secret Passage ......"