Although this chimney is large, it is only relatively speaking, in fact, it is much smaller than the big chimney of the crematorium, there is a hazy starlight overhead, and when I see the skylight-like chimney, I have added a little confidence, scraped the inner wall of the flue with a scabbard, quickly cleaned up a circle of soot and ointment, and tested the friction with my foot, the flue is very narrow, if I use the support of my waist and back to gradually rub it up, it is not a big problem.

But some things seem easier said than done, just scrape a layer of oil sludge, the flue has been choked to open the eyes, although the nose is covered or there is a kind of dizziness of lack of oxygen, and the inner wall of the flue is a slippery rubbing, here there is no strength can not be made, while supporting the body to prevent falling, while scraping the oil with the scabbard, it is too difficult, I just climbed up less than half a step, I already feel that my arms and legs are trembling.

I guess I can't hold on, I have to be ready to give up, and finally look up and look up, I plan to go down, but when I raised my eyes, I saw a dark red light at the mouth of the flue at some point, I thought it was a dazzle, closed my eyes and shook my head vigorously and then opened my eyes to see, but I saw a lamp like a torch, light and shade change, shaped like a ghost fire, fluttering and hanging above.

Seeing this situation, I suddenly remembered that I often heard the old man say that in the dark night, if there is no light at all, but suddenly there is a lonely light, it is definitely a ghost fire rather than a lamp, that is: "The bright moon is not alone, and the lonely lamp is not a person." As soon as this thought flashed, the ghost fire on the top of the chimney floated downward, and I panicked, this is really a fucking knife in the world with two handfuls of blood, how can there be any evil **? The hands and feet supporting his body slipped, lost his center of gravity to maintain balance, and fell down the flue of the crematorium.

This glance was unexpected, like a thunderbolt passing through the air, and seeing the ghostly light moving from top to bottom, I kicked the inner wall of the flue with my feet and slipped, and my body lost support and immediately fell. I knew very well that I would not be lucky if I fell into the furnace at the bottom of the flue, and even if I didn't fall to my death on the spot, I would break my tendons and fracture my tendons, but I didn't expect that the chimney of the incinerator had been accumulating for a long time, and the flue was extremely narrow, so my body would fall to the ground very slowly, as if I was in the clouds.

The fat man happened to be guarding the flue mouth on the second floor, waiting for the signal after I went up, although the flue was black and rumbling, but he knew that I had missed it when he heard the sound, and quickly put his hand into the flue to scratch, my back was facing him, and he grabbed the collar and pulled it back.

The flue dredge on the second floor is narrower, and there is brick and plaster outside the iron lid, and I hit my head in the corner of the wall, and I don't feel any pain in the chaos, I am not the kind of fat tiger who caught his heels, and I still have the heart to see if it is a male or female. Knowing that something was wrong, he didn't delay for a second, and with the fat man's drag, he crawled back to the flue dredging port upside down, closed the iron cover with his backhand, and in the darkness he heard a hammer-like thing in the flue hanging on the lid, making a buzzing echo.

It sounded as if there was something at the top of the flue, alarmed by the sound of me scraping the soot with the scabbard, and actually got into the flue, and the thing hit the outside of the flue dredging mouth a few times, and then it was silent, and the hearts of me and the other three people were hanging in my throat, if it wasn't for the fat man who saw the opportunity quickly, once I fell into the crematorium, even if I didn't fall and get hurt, now I was taken by the thing in the flue, what is that ghostly thing?

Ding Sitian wanted to see if I was injured, and struck a match again, I saw that the fire was bright, and quickly blew out the match in one breath: "I rubbed a body of soot ointment, do you want to light me on the sky lantern?" As he spoke, he felt that his face was sticky and greasy, probably because his head was broken and bleeding, so he wiped it with his hand and asked Ding Sitian to find a handkerchief to bandage me first.

The old sheepskin said to me: "Don't ask your baby to climb the black hole, your baby wants to climb the black hole, thanks to your baby's big life, your baby is edified." ”

The fat man said to the old sheepskin, "What is the creation? If I hadn't dragged him back just now, there would have been no such number one person as Hu Bayi in the revolutionary ranks from now on. ”

I said, comrades, when are you now? Let's not pour the old account and eat the old book, although death does not belong to the working class, but the things in the flue, I guess it is not a good master, from the flue out of the hope is definitely hopeless, but we must not be discouraged and depressed, according to my opinion, a plan can not be made, we will do another plan, only into the basement in the dark, the following situation is unknown, can only take one step at a time, to remain unchanged to respond to all changes, no matter what happens next, we must be prepared in advance for the car and horse artillery to the door, the lame climb the mountain step by step difficult ideological preparation.

It was pitch black in the corridor, and it was really difficult to walk without lights and candles, but we were reluctant to use the remaining matches anyway, and everyone was poor at that time, and we would not burn our clothes for lighting until we had to, because no one knew when we would see the light outside again, but fortunately, it was still feasible to go to the basement by touching the walls and stairs inside the room.

The four of them rubbed to the end of the stairs step by step, and there was no more down the staircase, so I asked Ding Entian to draw a match to see the terrain, the ground of this hugging room, sure enough, is the crematorium, there are a few pulleys pushing dead bodies in front of us, a few cabinets used to place disinfection and deodorant supplies, on the wall of Bai Sensen next to the cabinet, there are two sets of equipment similar to chemical protective clothing, which may be worn by the cremators here, the wall is a huge furnace, two cold cast iron chambered doors are tightly closed, the space on the ground floor is huge, just arrived at the crematorium, A match had burned to ashes, and we didn't even have time to see if there were any undestroyed bodies in the crematorium.

The incineration room is quiet and cold, the air seems to be frozen, in this gloomy and cold environment, our hearts are all up and down, Ding Sitian pulled my sleeve and asked: "I heard my uncle talk about fighting devils in Shanxi before, the devils killed the people either not buried, or buried in the soil pit, but have you ever thought about it, why do the Japanese devils here use a stove to burn the corpse to ashes after killing someone?" ”

When I was asked by her, I thought that the woman was curious, and she had to get to the bottom of everything, so she replied casually: "Do you still need to ask, the devil must want to destroy the corpse and destroy the traces, your uncle was the eighth road in Shanxi?" I've never heard you mention it. "But after thinking about it, no, I never thought of this layer, I heard that the little devil is the most picky, and he is reluctant to use a big bowl for dinner. It seems that there is no need to spend manpower and material resources to build a secret crematorium in this wild mountain, if there is no need to destroy the corpses, why incinerate the corpses? Unless it's some corpse............

I think it's possible that something terrible happened in this "Hundred Eyes Cave", is it the plague? It's not quite like, the mural that summons the soul of the thousand-year-old dead, the ancient copper box transported from the Xing'an Mountains, and the secret crematorium built by the Japanese army for the water troops, is there any connection behind these incredible events? Also, where are all the people here? Was it surrendered when defeated? Wiped out by Soviet troops? Or are they all missing, like the herd of cattle and wild geese? What is that invisible thing that can devour living beings? Is it the same thing as the dragon-shaped black shadow in the crypt mural? What is the use of buried stones in the crypt? Was the female corpse in the mural dug up by the Japanese? And who is it who closes the iron gate of the building door outside, trying to trap us here? A room closed with bricks, a floodgate that can only be opened from the outside? There are so many questions that I can't guess by imagination alone.

I know very well that it is better to hear the sound than to see the sound and see the scenery as well as to observe the form, maybe there will be some clues in this underground crematorium, but the first thing to do now is to take everyone out of this building first, two of these companions are my most important comrades-in-arms, and one is the poor middle peasant we should be united, they have unconditional trust in me, and I will do my best not to let them have any accidents.

I was thinking about it as I touched the pulley that was being used to push the corpse. I first wiped the ointment rubbed on my head and face, changed into a set of chemical protective clothing with a mask and put it on my body, and then took the other three to tear the shroud into a strip, and then used a knife to split the sterilization cabinet into several wooden strips. After some busyness, we finally made more than a dozen simple torches and lit one of them, which temporarily alleviated the difficult situation of our blind people riding blind horses.

The lighting range of the torch is much more than the match, everyone feels that the eyes are bright, only to see that there are emergency lights and various pipelines on the wall, not like the upstairs in addition to bricks is reinforced concrete, but these facilities have long lost power and can not be used, although the basement is gloomy and cold, but the air is smooth and even better than the above-ground building, I think there is a special bead structure with filtration and ventilation.

We had just lit the torch and were trying to take a closer look at the terrain in order to find a way out, when there was a sudden shock in the huge incinerator behind us, and there seemed to be a huge thing about to break out of the furnace, I knew that it might be something I saw in the flue, but I didn't know what it was, but fortunately the hearth was bolted, and no matter how strong it was, it could not be knocked open, although it was only heard and not seen, and I felt that the sound was terrifying, which was really extraordinary, and I couldn't help but worry that the solid furnace door would be broken.

I took a look around with a torch and saw that there was no extra door in the crematorium, only a straight passage, and called to everyone: "Although we have beaten bears in the east and donkeys in the west, the enemy has advanced and I have retreated, and the heroes will not suffer the immediate losses, so they will retreat first." "Anyway, he led into the passage, the floor of which was a concrete slope, probably designed to facilitate the pushing of corpses with a pulley, and at the end of it was a heavy iron gate that was completely locked, and there was no ground switch capable of opening it inside.

We pushed the iron gate at the passage like a dragonfly shaking a pillar, and the fat man and I angrily scolded, "Who designed this damn place?" Actually set all the switches that open the door outside! ”

This underground floor, three floors above ground building, is simply a stuffy tank composed of reinforced concrete and iron plates, the only chimney mouth that is not blocked can not go out, and if you can't find the exit, you will be trapped here, everyone has no choice but to retreat to the crematorium to continue to look for the exit, but the four walls are unusually strong, and the walls of this building may not be able to penetrate the wall with bombardment, not to mention that we only have an old-fashioned hunting gun in our hands.

At this time, the sound in the crematorium was gone, I walked lightly to the stove, attached my ear to the door of the furnace to listen, there seemed to be the sound of a huge object squirming against the wall of the furnace, I made a silent gesture to the rest of the people, and led everyone to the corner of the wall to whisper to discuss.

Although the current situation is worrying, but there is no immediate danger, we still have enough time to discuss how to get out of this ghost building, I told my three companions and others: "There is indeed something in the hearth, it seems to be some kind of beast, I guess it may be a one-eyed python, maybe when I climbed out of the flue, I was alarmed, and planned to come down to hurt people, but I was trapped in the furnace and could not go back, the walls of the furnace are full of soot and ointment, and even if I have three heads and six arms, I don't want to go up without scraping it off a little." ”

After Ding Sitian's parents were discharged from the army, they were assigned to work in the Natural History Museum, she knew many biological habits, and when she heard me say that it might be a giant python locked in the crematorium, she shook her head and said: "Probably not, due to the environmental limitations, there will be no pythons in the wilderness between the grassland and the desert." ”

The old sheepskin interjected and said: "I said it earlier, but you just didn't send me a letter, that's the dragon lord, we have caused a big disaster this time, not only ate the dragon son and dragon grandson in the water, but also trapped the dragon lord inside, I'm afraid that this iron shell will be difficult to stop it............"

I thought to myself that it was useless to say anything to the poor middle peasant who had too low consciousness of the old sheepskin, it was simply playing the piano to the cow and singing to the donkey, it was pure delay in time, he was too serious to admit death, and I really didn't bother to explain it to him anymore, and the current situation can be said to be sitting in a troubled city. I have to plan for the worst, and no matter how much I toss upstairs and downstairs, I may not be able to find a way out, but I can't wait here, when can I stay up?

I thought of this and felt a little anxious, so I said impatiently to the old sheepskin, "Where will there be any dragon king, horse king?" The flat pole is lying on the ground, you don't know how to read one, why do you believe in these legends of chasing the wind and shadows? ”

Ding Sitian persuaded me: "Bayi, don't always say that the old sheepskin grandfather is not good, he is not superstitious but simple class feelings." My father once said that in the history of China, the most bitter place is the peasants, they have been exploited all their lives, facing the loess with their backs to the sky, and the old cows have died with their knives exhausted, but in China, the greatest, most endurable and most endurance are also farmers, and without farmers, there would be no history of China. ”

I was said by Ding Sitian, and immediately calmed down, and I also felt that although I didn't say anything excessive, I really shouldn't have this attitude towards the old sheepskin, as the saying goes, a good word is warm in three winters, and a bad word is half a sentence through the bones, but in front of Ding Sitian, I was embarrassed to admit my mistake, so I had to be sloppy and said to everyone: "I haven't criticized and self-criticized in the past two days, and I must make up for it when I go back." ”

The fat man took the opportunity to ridicule me and said: "After you go back, you have to take the lead in self-examination, conscientiously study the text, follow the tight form, criticize your own innermost rightist thoughts, consciously transform your bourgeois world view, and explain clearly your historical problems, birth problems, and how you came to the idea of fame and fortune to break away from the revolutionary ranks and thus embark on the road of white dictatorship. Now is to give you a chance to explain yourself, in order to save you and be lenient to you, you had better rein in the precipice, and never isolate yourself from the people, the experience of history tells us ............"

I interrupted him and said, "You fat man is going to be a black pen and a rod in a reactionary organization, what a waste of your fat flesh, let's lock you up in this cement coffin that will not see the light of day, and you are still in the mood to talk nonsense?" What the did I say that I would cut myself off from the people? ”

The fat man said: "When you can be happy, you must be happy first, and when you have to be cheap, what is the use of worrying about being anxious, isn't it still impossible to get out?" In my opinion, let's prepare for a protracted war, I guess that old Ni will not return to the pastoral area in two days, he should always send someone to find us, right? We'll be able to get out when they find it. ”

Ding Sitian said: "I'm afraid that he wants to hide his responsibility for the old sheepskin, and wants to buy us as many days as possible, in that case, we have no food or drink, how long can we support here?" How long will it take them to find here? ”

I heard Ding Sitian say that he didn't eat or drink, and suddenly he had an idea, and said to the fat man and Ding Sitian: "I have a bad trick, do you remember that we roasted pigs in the brick kiln to satisfy our hunger, why don't we throw down the fire from the second floor, and light this crematorium again, no matter what is locked in it, it will also turn it into smoke." ”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone claimed to be good, and it can be seen that the person concerned is confused, and he has never thought of this method, as long as he tries to light the crematorium again, not only can he burn the things in the furnace, but also use the flame to remove the ointment in the flue, so that he can climb out of the flue, as long as he can climb out of a person, he can open the closed iron gate from outside the building.

In order to save the light source as much as possible, although we prepared more than a dozen torches, but only one was about to burn out before lighting the next one, thinking of the way to get out was too excited, and even forgot to take the fire, Ding Sitian hurriedly took out the matchbox and wanted to light the fire, but at this time, I suddenly heard a sound in the dark, as if someone was moving, and the place where the sound came out seemed to be at the door of the crematorium.

Where else is there in this building but the four of us? I didn't even see a mouse here, I thought it was the old sheepskin who went over there in the dark, and quickly patted it around with my hand, the old sheepskin, the fat man, Ding Sitian, a lot of them were all around, why was there suddenly one more person in the dark? Or is there an extra ............ Ghost?