Xiao Du stood in the house at a loss, the voice was getting closer and closer, and the sound was getting louder and louder, as if he was deliberately letting him know that someone was coming, and he gasped, thinking that no matter who this person was, his current appearance was not a stabilizing factor.

"What to do? What to do? ”

He slowly leaned against the wall, the lime on the wall had fallen off a lot because of the dampness, Xiao Du's sweat slowly flowed down from his forehead, and finally joined the white ash on the wall that fell on his clothes, turning into a small pool of milky white liquid, and the voice continued as if it was a simple intimidation, and finally "squeak" Xiao Du felt that the door was opened, his heartbeat tightened in an instant, almost stopped, he reluctantly wiped the sweat with his hand, and then the door was opened a gap. But then there was no movement in the door, and a second, a minute, five minutes passed, and the man seemed to have disappeared, leaving only a crack in the door to prove that the footsteps just now were not hallucinations.

Xiao Du swallowed a mouthful of saliva, tremblingly moved to the side of the door, slammed the door slammed the sound seemed to dispel the fear in his heart, and he leaned on the doorman and breathed heavily, gone, the voice was gone, Xiao Du leaned against the door in horror, sticking to the door panel with his ears, it was really gone, the voice disappeared? Where did it go? Went back? But you can make a sound when you go back, huh?

The chaotic brain Xiao Du covered his face stiffly, he began to regret it, regretted that he was not greedy enough to run to this place, he thought in his heart to use his back against the door, his eyes involuntarily looked forward, and saw the portrait opposite, and he didn't know if it was because of the light or his hallucination, for a while Xiao Du actually saw that the eyes of the person in the portrait turned.

Wave after wave, fear follows like a shadow.

Xiao Du's scalp exploded in the dark, he got up from the ground in one go, and suddenly he felt that something was not quite right, but he couldn't say that it was there, just stared at the portrait blankly as if it was a magic force of attraction, he just kept watching, and suddenly he found one thing, the person on this portrait is more and more similar to him, not only the height but also the body type, this unknown feeling made him think of a ghost movie, he remembered that the person in that ghost movie only looked in the mirror, An identical ghost will appear in the mirror, and then the ghost will come out of the mirror and bring the person into the mirror.

Now Xiao Du seems to have seen the portrait come to life and become himself, and he is even wondering if that thing will bring him into the painting.

The situation became a little weird, Xiao Du himself didn't dare to stay in this room, the pale wall tiles around him looked like human faces, they looked at Xiao Du from all directions, making him panic. He couldn't care so much about it, he pushed open the door and ran out, the outside world was still dark and there was no one, Xiao Du was even ready to greet that person, but there was nothing, it really disappeared, there was no sound.

Something is wrong with this place, Xiao Du's big nerves finally thought of the strangeness of this place, he looked around and wanted to run out of the passage of this basement, but suddenly he found that the door of a basement room on his right hand was opened, silently, no matter how he pushed before, no matter how he knocked on the door, now it was a hole open, and the stairs in the darkness continued to go down, endlessly, as if there was no end.

"This is supposed to be a basement, if you want to go down, how far from the ground?" Xiao Du suddenly thought of such a nonsensical question. But it was the curiosity of this question that drove him to walk down slowly, one grid or two, this kind of stone staircase is much better than the wooden one, and there is no need to worry about any sudden collapse, but there is a distance down, the stone staircase actually began to empty, the sound of ding dong, as if deliberately telling you that this stone is hollow.

Stepping into this dusty tunnel, there are many black and white photos hanging on both sides of the tunnel, like family history, like a century corridor, the picture frame is this retro gold frame, the structure of the entire outer frame is rectangular, and the internal photos are quietly placed in an oval inner circle, and the women inside are sitting upright on a chair. He looked at the photograph, the woman's eyes half-narrowed in a serene manner, smiling and leaning over her hands on her knees.

This frame seems to be an imitation of the Russian world of the Middle East. He thought to himself that the frame was a double-headed eagle with long wings and lightning bolts and garlands on its talons. This is the symbol of Russian imperial power in the Middle World. But what is out of place is that on both sides of him are walls made of yellow clay, the soil is very thick, and there are a little other substances mixed in it, but no matter how you look at it, it looks like a rustic house in the countryside. But how could there be such a house in Yanjing at that time.

He twisted a little bit of soil with his hands, and the wall was like a country house that had to be built with soil first, mixing wheat straw and water into the soil to form a hard mud. Then build up one by one, wait for the mud wall to dry, and then build it with reconciled hard mud.

It's so weird that the basement of a luxurious villa house is actually decorated with such mud, and who is that woman? Is this the original owner of this house? Slowly, his light allowed him to see some wooden frames overhead, and there was already a door-made bracket at the mouth of the tunnel in front of him, which was fixed by the stone bricks that supported the house, and it seemed that they had really reached the bottom of the whole house, below the ground, and the bracket was not very far from them, and one of these things could be seen almost every 10 meters.

Soon after, the frequency of stents gradually increased, and in some places there were even 2 brackets to support, and at the same time, he also saw the end of this seemingly endless passage

A rectangular area, and built into a house, the appearance of the house he could not see, basically blocked, and when he walked into this huge house, he saw that there was a statue more than 10 meters high, in front of the statue was placed a table, on which were placed empty porcelain silver bowls. Chairs, square tables, benches, high tables, large vases, and papier-mâché pottery plates are also available everywhere in the ancestral hall.

Why is this all this? This is the secret of the underground? He continued to look around.

On the right side of the statue is a large wooden screen, on which are depicted with soldiers and horses, iron horses, carrying long knives on their backs, wearing bronze mirrors and gold armor, and wearing three-eyed masks on their faces. On both sides of the screen stand the bronze man Qing double lamp, the figurine of the lamp is like a noble house slave, the head is flat, dressed in short clothes, waist belt, arms outstretched, each hand holds a curved lamp handle, the top of the lamp handle each supports a lamp plate, because the position of the figurine's hand is different, the two lamp plates are also staggered, but there is no lamp oil in the lamp and is empty and sits there.

A screen was also placed on the left, and this screen was more bizarre, the empty desert stretched as far as the eye could see, and at the end of the sunset, a huge figure appeared in the distance. He looked at the two sides of the screen, and there was a lacquer-painted bronze lamp of a seated person, which was made of three parts: a seated person, a lamp stand, and a lamp plate. The person sitting on the knee is in a bun, tied with a crown, dressed in a robe, the waist is tied with a wide band, fastened with a hook, the arms are stretched out, the hand holds a girl-shaped lamp stand, and the ring lamp plate is on the shelf, and there are three candle holders in the plate, and the overall paint is taken off.

"Woo." Suddenly, a crying voice came to his ears, and the sound of crying in the darkness was very clear behind the statue, and he suddenly shuddered, and the sudden fear instantly swallowed him, and he fell to the ground with a snap, what was going on? Could it be the same person from before? Yes, it can't be a ghost, it must be that person, he was sitting on the ground and constantly wiggling, he wanted to sit like this, but the voice didn't stop at all, his heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.

It continued, and after a few minutes, he slowly recovered from his numb look, and there was even a trace of death fanaticism in his mind, which was terrible, but at this time he still involuntarily bypassed the statue, and the body of the person in the darkness seemed to emit light by itself, and it was pitch black, only the dim green figure sat on the ground, it was a woman with long hair, she was just sitting there, and the green light seemed to be the light in front of him like a flashlight, she turned her back to him, and kept crying, Constant crying. Completely ignoring his arrival.

He stood not far away, he thought he was numb enough to be fearless, but now he knew that his fear had not reached a limit, he was breathing frantically, as if in the water, no amount of air could make his suffocating feeling disappear from him, go back, go back, he felt scared, but at this time his legs couldn't move, tears and snot on his face flowed down his distorted features one by one and he couldn't feel it, he couldn't move, he was going to die here, he thought.

But the woman was still crying, as if her tears would not be dry, crying constantly, like a nightmare, Xiao Du wanted to shout, trying to break this strange atmosphere, but his words were all like a sponge blocked in his throat, so that he could not spit out a word.

As the minutes passed, perhaps knowing that he was coming, she slowly stood up, but the crying never stopped, she swayed and walked forward, and the footsteps in the empty house were subtle, but exciting. The dark environment and the sound of your own breathing around Xiao Du, he could barely control himself, he suddenly felt that he could move, took a few steps back, took a few steps back, and suddenly his thigh cramped and fell down, but fortunately, the woman still didn't take care of him, just walked forward crying.

Cry cry cry.

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