The four of them gathered in front of the wall, and saw that the two layers of brick walls were not passages, and they couldn't help but be a little disappointed, but everyone wanted to see what was buried in the wall, so they used Kangxi Bao knife to pick up the kerosene lamp to shine, and then they saw that there was a big iron block buried in the wall, cold and black, and the four of them were indescribably surprised, could it be that there was an iron wall behind the two layers of bricks?

I stretched out my hand to touch it, and my fingertips immediately touched a cold and heavy feeling, an ominous premonition made my whole body tremble, I quickly calmed down, and then touched it carefully, and found that there were a few lines of raised Wenyu on this iron wall, and I had to pick up the lamp to bring my eyes closer to see clearly, and the four of us took turns to take a look, it was not our Chinese characters, not Shuyu, and definitely not the ghost drawing characters or Japanese kanji in Japanese.

We were confused, the cast-iron walls seemed to be layers of iron shells, and they were buried in the building, and we didn't know how thick it was, and what were the words on the iron? Maybe you can read it and reveal the secret, but at this moment, the kerosene lamp in your hand flashed twice, and then the oil ran out and the lamp went out.

As soon as the kerosene lamp went out, the inside of the completely closed building immediately became invisible, I and the other three companions, only breathing and smelling each other, Ding Sitian touched my hand in the dark, I felt her fingers cold, knowing that she was very scared, I wanted to comfort her a few words, let her not worry.

But when she thought of the iron gate that suddenly fell after everyone entered this strange building, the white human hands on the windows, and the large iron block buried deep in the brick wall in front of her, she really couldn't think of any reassuring reason to tell her, what else could these unreasonable phenomena explain? Obviously, this is a "ghost building", and I can't believe it now, but not only do I not want to say this, but I guess no one will want to listen to it in this case.

I pulled out half a box of matches in my pocket and struck one, in absolute darkness. I looked at the other three by the light of the match, everyone was quite calm, there were only twenty matches, and once they were used up, there would be no light source. Therefore, it cannot be used unless it is necessary.

The old sheepskin remembered that he had just seen some handwriting on the iron wall, and that he was an illiterate person who did not know a single one of Daewoo, so he asked us, "What are the iron bricks and bricks printed on?" You babies are all intellectual youths sent by the chairman. Recognizable? ”

Matches burned to the roots. The surroundings fell into boundless darkness again, I threw away the matches that had turned into ashes, racked my brains to reproduce the font I just saw in my mind, as if it was a foreign code, for foreign languages, we only learned some Russian, but they were all half-tone level, and then the Soviet Union repaired, and it was completely abandoned, but Ding Sitian's parents studied in the Soviet Union. Her level of Russian is good, but if the iron wall is English or something, we don't know anyone at all, and some schools have taught English since '64, but the content taught is not systematic, but directly learn some short sentences. For example, longevity knows no bounds. Hooray, hooray, and so on, at that time, the schools where several of us were located did not offer this course.

But Ding Sitian said with certainty. At that time, Sino-Soviet relations were tense, and everyone had a strong sense of war readiness.

In the past, some of the trophies captured by the US army on the battlefield to resist US aggression and aid Korea at home included foreign wine bottles, cigarette boxes, stainless steel spoons, etc., all of which were miscellaneous items, so my understanding of English only stayed at the "usa" Cheng dù.

The fat man suddenly thought: "At the time of World War II, Japan and Germany were allies, I think it could be German?" Or could it be U.S. military supplies captured by the Japanese in the Pacific theater? ”

I said to the fat man, "Do you know what Devon is like?" The fat man said, "We don't know the American language, so I think it doesn't matter which language it is as long as it's not Russian or Japanese, anyway, we don't know anything about it." ”

The fat man's words gave me some inspiration, but the building built by the Japanese was sealed with a subway block printed with foreign characters, what kind of land was this iron block used for? Why is it buried inside a brick wall? I don't have any clue at all, and the more I think about it, the bigger my head becomes.

At this time, Ding Sitian said to me: "Is it okay to use another match?" Let's take another look. I also had this intention, and at that moment I went to the hole in the brick wall, drew a match, and struck it, and put my hand on the flame, so that this faint flame would not be blown out by the breath of the people.

Although the light was faint this time, everyone looked very carefully, and finally made another discovery, Shicai only looked at the strange characters on the iron plate, and did not notice that the iron wall hidden behind the bricks was not a huge iron block as a whole, but an iron cover that could be pulled apart, like a low movable iron door, just because the fat man had collapsed the brick wall, some of the bricks had not been removed, the gap in the edge of the iron cover was not fully revealed, and the handle that was cast into one with the lid was also blocked by some bricks.

This discovery made everyone's breathing accelerate, and the match was extinguished at this time, the fat man touched the dark to dismantle the remaining bricks, Ding Sitian asked me: "Bayi, it turns out that this is a lid that can be opened and closed, like an iron door, but if it is a door, it may not be too small, people have to lie on their stomachs to enter, if it is not an iron door, what will it be for?" ”

Lao Fengpi interjected: "Si Tian, you girl, why are you so curious about these things? My old man has lived for most of his life, and he has never encountered such a strange thing, I think the back of this iron wall must not be a good place, otherwise how can it be hidden so tightly, open it for fear that it will release a powerful ghost? I don't know which god I offended in my last life......"

I persuaded the old sheepskin to say, there are no ghosts in the world, mediocre people disturb themselves, although what happened in this building is strange, but I believe that everything is rooted, but we only have a glimpse of the corner, can not see the overall situation, so the parties are confused, we can't be full of heroes in the Yama Palace - close your eyes and wait for death, don't just put on the cloak of Marxism-Leninism, do the kind of stupid thing of opening the temple door without burning incense, and asking for cattle and sheep when it comes to the end, I think it is useless to ask the Bodhisattva to ask the Buddha, and if you can open this iron lid later, once something happens, I and the fat man will stand on it first.