"Old Su! How's it going? Still alive? Chen Zaihai's voice came from outside the shelves.

If I usually would have rushed out and beaten this kid hard, that big black shadow just now was definitely his ghost, and I broke my leg!

But I don't have the leisure to care about Chen Zaihai now. All my attention was drawn to the scarlet chest in front of me. The louder the footsteps behind me, it should be Chen Zaihai and the engineer who saw that I didn't answer, thinking that something had happened to me and wanted to come over to take a look.

"Chief! Are you okay! "This time it's the warrior's voice again. It sounds close, just outside the shelves.

The shelves of this kind of three-dimensional warehouse are very high on each floor, and it is more than enough for me to stand upright in it alone. I could see that the contents of the floor I was standing on had been removed a long time ago, and there was a thick layer of dust on the ground, otherwise I wouldn't have choked and almost suffocated when I fell in just now.

The two of them just kept screaming outside, and they didn't know if they had taken the wrong medicine, so what was the use of just shouting? What if I lose consciousness? Can you hear me? Just come in and have a look! I don't know what they're afraid of.

I originally wanted to take a good look at these boxes, but now I don't have this mind at all, one old Su, one chief, and his mother's crying and mourning.

"Don't fucking make a noise! Lao Tzu is still alive! Finally I couldn't take it anymore and shouted at them to shut up.

"You're still alive! And don't fucking squeak. Chen Zaihai's conversation was visibly relaxed. I'm worried about the death of Lao Tzu. ”

I said in my heart that you still have the face to worry about me here? I don't want to think about what I would be like without you! When I come out, I'll be sure to settle the score.

I casually told them to wait outside, and there was something wrong with me. Then the four tables finally quieted down, and I calmed myself down and tried not to be so nervous. When I saw these boxes all at once, I was honestly really shocked.

The commander who was shot in the head, the political commissar who disappeared into the battle-torn streets of Nanjing, and the leader of the special unit who committed suicide by drinking bullets, kept appearing in their minds like a marquee. My heartbeat suddenly increased a lot, and I wondered if it weren't for the two of them calling me, and I would have been directly psychologically suffocated.

While I'm thankful for them at this point, the annoying twitter is another story. It was only the first moment that worked, and it brought me out of the cycle of painful memories.

With a deep exhale, I slowly turned my head to the scarlet chests. The quaint appearance is not smooth, but it does not look rough either, and it is completely impossible to tell what material it is made of. It's a little different from what I've seen before, but I'm sure it's the same thing that came out of Nanking and the strange People's Liberation Army that smashed out of the walls.

At this time, I suddenly remembered a detail, these boxes did not seem to be red when they were shipped out of Nanjing, and I remember very well that those things at that time showed a very deep black. And when they came out of the wall again, they were all the red I have in front of me.

What's going on? Are these boxes chameleons? Can you still change your color to play? Of course, Oh Wu knows that this idea is impossible, and the time between the time when these boxes were transported to Chongqing and the liberation is still very long, and it is not surprising that something has happened in the past few years.

After all, the people in the institution I was in eventually became a little nervous, and I felt that their change must have something to do with the change in the color of the box. It's just that the box drove them crazy first, or if they did something to make the box change first, I can't say.

In short, the ominous feeling that almost came from the shop now is exactly the same as it was back then, and I dare to conclude that they are all the same thing by virtue of this feeling. I've never seen this kind of box for the first time without feeling sick. It feels like some animal has suddenly encountered its natural enemies, and that fear comes straight out of the bones, and the feeling is engraved into the genes.

I turned on the miner's lamp and slowly approached a relatively inner box, the whole shelf was very deep, and I felt like I had entered a small room. The difference is that the walls and ceilings around it are not anything reassuring

I had just taken a few steps forward when I shuddered, and the temperature inside the shelves seemed to be much cooler than outside, like a freezer. I tightened the collar of my Japanese military coat and continued to walk, I couldn't give up now, I subconsciously felt that this place might be a very important clue.

Don't be surrounded by this scalp-tingling red on all sides, including the top of your head, not to mention how uncomfortable it feels. As you walk, you will feel that the red color is actually the blood of living people, and this blood is very evenly coated in every corner of this "room". Perhaps, as soon as I took the next step, countless blood-stained ghost hands suddenly appeared in all directions, slowly dragging me to the inside of the box.

I thought it was just my discomfort for a while, after all, it was very dark all around, even if I adjusted the miner's lamp to divergent mode, it would not be very good to open in a place of more than ten square meters. These boxes seem to be able to swallow up light, and it stands to reason that this place should have been illuminated a long time ago.

But when I reached the innermost floor of this bloody "room", the terrible feeling I had just felt swelled unprecedentedly, and I suddenly felt extremely uneasy, as if I could really smell a faint smell of blood. I immediately turned back to the place where I had entered, and I could see the two of them waiting in the distance.

After seeing the two of them, I calmed down a little and resisted the urge to run. I slowly stepped back step by step, knowing that my left hand, which was not holding the miner's lamp, had touched something hard before I stopped. From just now, I didn't feel as if there was something behind me, and this feeling lingered, so I had to watch Chen Zaihai and the others at the same time, and use this method to keep myself going.

This is the box I want to see, and I think this thing stands out when I was outside just now, it is not like other boxes, it is neatly stacked on the shelf. It stands out not because of how it differs from other chests, but because of its location. This box seems to be casually still here, obliquely blocking it in front of the eyes, very eye-catching, and it is difficult for people not to care.

It's obvious that someone has been to this place, but it probably wasn't recent. The thickness of the dust has definitely accumulated for decades, and eighty percent of the Japanese have cleaned up such a strange "room". For some reason, they moved some of the boxes and left this one here.

I can't judge why these boxes are here, and whether the boxes that were removed are the ones that the Nationalist Government transported from Nanjing, and there are too many clues or evidence missing. The only thing that is certain is that the boxes that sank into the water should have come from this place, if not from this warehouse, but from the rest of the building.

As for the reason why they sank into the water, no one can think of it, maybe the Japanese threw them down on purpose, or maybe they fell down on their own except for some accident.

I touched the edge of the box and turned my body slowly, so slowly that I looked like I was no different from a polio patient. But even then, I mustered all the courage I had left. The feeling of uneasiness that lingers at all, and it gets worse as I spend more time here. I'm a little skeptical that these hell-breaching boxes are alive.

Now all I can think about is to get the check-up done quickly, and then get out of this place as soon as possible, and my hairs are about to stand on end. Holding back the fear in my heart, I looked at the box with a miner's lamp, but I was stunned at first glance. In fact, I was mentally prepared to see anything, and even when I turned around and saw a bloody monster struggling to crawl out of this box, I was confident that I wouldn't be paralyzed.

But I didn't expect the box to be fucking empty! The lid full of rivets was thrown at the back of the chest, and behind the lid was a blood-red wall of other chests.

What the fuck is going to do here? How could this thing be empty? Did someone open it? Who is it, and when was it opened? I feel like my brain is getting a little woody again. I gently touched the connection of the lid of this thing, there was not much dust, this thing was only recently opened!

There was a bang, as if a huge bomb had detonated in my head, and I could see very clearly now that the walls of this thing were not very thick, and the color inside was completely blood red. But what scares me the most is that there is nothing in it. This makes people reverie, is it taken away by the person who opened it? Or did it disappear on its own? The only thing that would have thought of the recent arrival here was the task force, could they have done it? But we didn't find any traces of it.

Just when I was in a mess, Chen Zaihai's voice came from outside, to the effect that I didn't need to help.

Anyway, after reading the things I want to see, I don't want to stay in this place for a moment. Slapping myself hard, I ran towards Chen Zaihai and the two of them as fast as I could.

But even though I ran out of the empty shelves completely, the uneasiness in my heart did not completely disappear. I knew very well that the rest of the uneasiness was brought about by the empty box

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