BMW is not there, which means that Shen Qiming has not returned. I endured the strangeness in my heart and pretended to be calm and entered the store to see that both dogs were sleeping peacefully in their cages.

The wolf was badly wounded, and I touched its nose, and it was dry, and I didn't open my eyes even though I woke up. Jasmine came to her senses, snorted quietly, and lifted her uninjured front paw to pull the cage door.

The sound was unusually clear in the quiet of the night, and the irritable dog began to bark. The doctor on duty had long been accustomed to hearing this, and glanced this way. When they found me, they made a boo, as if I were screaming.

Jasmine was small, so she was given the smallest cage, and it was difficult to turn around. I think it may have been spoiled, and it must have felt scared when it suddenly left its owner and went to the hospital. While the doctor was back to watch the TV series, I opened the door to Jasmine's cage. It was a little hesitant at first, sniffing at my hand. It took a long time to struggle and jump off the ground, and the three legs jumped around the room.

"Don't run, it's full of germs." I whispered after me, as if it understood. I don't know if this little guy really understands it, but he reacted after chasing me. There's a computer on the doctor's desk just now, isn't there?

"Dude, can you lend me your computer? I'll get an email. ”

He was refreshed, and without saying a word, he stopped the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law drama he was watching, and gave me a place. Finding that Jasmine didn't treat himself as an outsider's follow-up office, he hugged him tightly and went to take his temperature.

The puppy gave me a very complaining look before leaving, and I remembered the way to take my temperature.

"It's for your own good, too." I snickered as I sent Mr. Fu an email address.

His people were extremely inefficient, and the doctor came back after taking care of all the dogs and made up two more episodes of the TV series, and the mailbox here finally responded.

When I'm idle and bored, soap operas are also good, and I'm watching them with righteous indignation, and the doctor scolds the evil mother-in-law who breeds cancer. When I saw that the email had arrived, I took the mouse and clicked on it.

I forgot that the doctor was there, and that the guy had posted the photo directly in the body of the mailbox. I inadvertently scrolled the mouse, and most of the pictures slid by, but he was able to see it for real.

He looked very interested, pointing to the computer screen and his eyes lit up: "What is this?" Is it a screenshot of a foreign horror movie? ”

It's okay not to say it, but I didn't dare to look at it immediately as soon as he said that. But when I think about it, I'm a person who fished out the Giant's View from the well, what else can't I see?

It was a dark ghost, that's all I can describe. It seems that there is a huge civil air defense project under the old house, and the cement passage is only three meters wide horizontally, but it is not high. The first picture is of the entrance above ground, the room where I found my phone. There used to be a pit full of debris in the ground, but it was cleared to reveal a hole in the black hole.

Wait, I put down the mouse and pressed the backpack.

That phone is still in my bag!

Mother's phone is here, how did he call me?

I was so confused by this fact that I took it out and saw that my phone had completely run out of battery and turned off. The screen is pitch black, and there is a waterproof film on it, which may not be very good in terms of technology, and there are many bubbles floating in the middle. I don't even have to open it to see it, I can already tell by now that this is definitely not a mother's style.

It's not his phone? And what about him......

I thought about it carefully, and when I first got my phone, there was a message written on the screen on the dirt floor. The tone is the same as the boss, so I intuitively associate it with the mother. In fact, most of the people in the leather door use code words, and eighty percent of the people who went first were left behind, but they are always inseparable from this matter.

So it's not his, it's just the same model, which I misunderstood.

The phone was placed impartially near the entrance to the underground passage, and a flashlight appeared last night. The person with the flashlight is looking for this mobile phone?

Or is it looking for an entrance?

I was thinking about it on the side, and I didn't pay attention to the fact that the doctor had already read all the pictures. At this time, I suddenly realized that I couldn't show him, but it was too late. The doctor excitedly flipped through the other emails and found that they were all advertisements, and clicked on the original one to revisit.

"Do you see what's going on?" I broke the jar and broke it, and it was useless to ask for a brain, so I simply didn't want to.

He groaned, shook his head and analyzed: "We have a mine here, and there have been many exploration teams over the years. When I first graduated, I was working in a printing agency, and the pictures they came to wash were very similar to this one. ”

Exploration team, that's right. The team of the leather company will always disguise themselves as geological exploration or wilderness survival expeditions, whether they are fully armed into the mountains or escaping in rags, they will not attract too much attention.

He pointed to one of them for me to see. It was a picture of the middle of the passage, with dry lines of water on the concrete walls, and orange foreign language signs sprayed at a height of more than a person.

"O.V.N.I, what do you mean?"

The doctor shook his head, but told him that most of the teams would survey the same site in batches, each with a different focus, and that the markers were left to warn those who came after them.

I opened the search engine, typed in these letters, and a page full of English popped up. After searching for a long time, I found an explanation.

French abbreviation, UFO.

"UFOs?" The doctor smacked his lips and smiled, "Can there be flying objects in the tunnel?" Bats, or moths. These people are also making too much fuss. ”

I looked back at his gold-rimmed glasses, and a thought crossed my mind.

This image has a very low resolution, and I estimate it to be 300,000. The walls were covered with mottled water alkali, and there was something absolutely impossible on the top of the sign.

One foot?!

The light probably came from the overhead lamp of the photographer, and the letters were within the aperture. And this foot-like thing is already at the upper edge of the photograph, vaguely speaking, it can only be said to be the outline of a dangling foot.

It's like rain boots, and the sole is a straight leg, although it is blurry, but it can still distinguish the heel from the sole of the foot.

I was so shocked by this discovery that I broke out in a cold sweat and quickly grabbed the mouse to flip through all the pictures. Except for a few at the entrance, it's almost the same scene. The water in this passage is more than a meter deep, and there are a lot of broken wood and dead rats floating, and they even go out of their way to photograph these dead rats. The beginning of the tunnel is straight, and the middle section begins to gradually curve, and is probably built according to the bend of the river.

Whenever you take a picture of a little higher up on the wall, you will have this outline similar to the foot, and some can even distinguish the calf. These legs and feet are all people who are dangling in the air, as if they are hanging along the top of the passage.

It's like a slaughtered animal hanging on the assembly line of a slaughterhouse!

I barely dared to catch my breath and pointed to the top of the picture to show the doctor.

"Is this a foot?"

The doctor looked at it for a while, then nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I saw it too, and there are legs." ”

When I saw his reaction so big, I became more and more convinced of my suspicions. But then he showed me a completely different position.

"Did you really see that?"

He nodded solemnly: "Yes, it's a lot." ”

"What is it?" I think it's so messy, why didn't he see what I said, and I didn't see what he saw?

"This one is a mille-feuille bottom, and there are pleats of jeans on the ankles."

I nodded in agreement, and quietly looked down his white coat. The guy was wearing a pair of jeans, and because his legs weren't long enough, he was creased on the cuffs of the mille-feuille sole.

"Okay." I silently wiped away the cold sweat and closed the mailbox.