I looked at the fat man who was walking through the wall in amazement and couldn't speak, but he walked up to me, couldn't hide his joy, and said to me excitedly: "Lao Zheng, guess what I found?" Without waiting for me to ask, he continued: "Just now I was hungry and was about to roast a monkey to eat, so I pulled out a monkey embedded in the earthen wall. As a result, the dirt on the earthen wall fell to the ground with a bang, and a hole was broken in it, so get up and see what is behind this wall! ”

It turned out that there was a big hole in the earthen wall, and the fat man had not become a ghost who could penetrate the wall, so I stood up with peace of mind, and then said to the fat man: "You dare to eat that disgusting strange monkey, and you are not afraid of the plague." ”

The fat man said disdainfully: "No matter what enters the fat man's stomach, it is like an evil ghost entering the oil pot of the eighteenth layer of hell, and Guan Bao does not even have a little scum left." Besides, where did the plague come from the monkeys, you don't know me. ”

Admiring the fat man's appetite, I leaned into the hole in the earth wall with my uninjured left hand and leaned into the hole in the earthen wall. When I looked through the earthen wall, I saw that it was a large abandoned warehouse surrounded by cement.

There were some wooden boxes neatly stacked on the wall, and I saw that the boxes opened by the fat man on the ground were full of clothes, which were so moldy and tattered that they had lost their original appearance. I walked up to the wooden box and crouched down, only to see that it was painted with Chinese characters and some strange symbols.

When I saw it clearly, I was surprised and said, "Isn't this the text of a little devil?" It turned out that this was a warehouse where the Japanese army hid materials when it invaded China! Thinking about whether he could collect some evidence of the Japanese invasion of China, he suddenly came to his senses, picked a few pieces of rags of clothes, wrapped them around the wooden board, and made a simple torch. Just in case, I was worried that a strange monkey would sneak up on the net, so I picked up a helmet from the ground and buckled it on my head, and then walked to the inside of the warehouse.

When I walked inside, I found a wooden door on one side of the wall, and I pushed it open, but the wooden door didn't make the same creaking sound that the old wooden door should have, and the small room inside didn't have the rotten smell of dirt in the warehouse. The hut was made of bricks, had a round roof, and even had electric lights. I looked around in amazement with a torch, the room was about ten square meters in size, there was a glass cabinet in one corner, which was pushed down horizontally in the corner of the wall, there were pills and pills scattered on the ground, and an iron bed was also overturned by the wall, it seemed that there had been a fight, I looked around for the switch of the electric light, but I found nothing.

At this time, the fat man walked in and said to me happily: "Lao Zheng, look, what is this." ”

I saw that in his hand, he was holding two 100-style submachine guns, which were the only submachine guns mass-produced by the Japanese Army in World War II. Moreover, this is the final finalization, compared to the original arc-shaped magazine arc inserted on the left side of the gun, now this imitation Insden submachine gun, prone fire is more convenient, at the time of World War II, this advanced and novel design method is rare.

I happily took a submachine gun from the fat man's hand, looked at the fifty rounds of ammunition in the magazine, and couldn't hide my joy and asked him: "Where did you find this good thing, if you encounter a grimace monkey again, you don't have to run away in a hurry, as long as a shuttle of bullets, it will be easily solved." ”

The fat man happily replied: "I found it in the innermost corner of the warehouse, in a pile of wooden boxes covered with rainproof cloths, and there are a lot of bullets wrapped in oiled paper, which are still usable without rust at all." We're going to turn over the serfs and sing, and we'll go out in a moment, and get rid of the damned monkeys at once, and make them all want to jump again. What good things did you find here? Is there anything to eat, why am I so hungry, like I haven't eaten in days. ”

I said to him, "It seems to be a place to treat the wounded, and there is nothing but expired medicines." ”

The fat man's eyes were sharp, and he found that behind the overturned glass cabinet, there was an iron door embedded in the wall showing a corner, and the whole iron door was about the size of two large wardrobe doors. The fat man stared at the iron gate with bright eyes and said, "There may be something good hidden in such a big iron gate." ”

I said casually: "I guess it's some bacterial research and the like, those texts were highly protected secrets at the time, and now it is estimated that the texts are all rotten and useless." And maybe there are still gas bombs left, and as soon as you open them, we'll both have to finish playing. It's better to go to the outside house, pack up some useful things and take them out, and use them to help the villagers, which is the right thing. ”

As if he hadn't heard, the fat man persistently removed the glass cabinet, put his ear to the iron door, and closed his eyes to listen. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he opened his mouth wide to beckon me and said, "Behind this iron gate, it seems that someone is shouting for help." ”

I stepped forward with a look of disbelief, leaned on the iron door and listened, and vaguely heard a faint sound like a mosquito chirping, and I couldn't tell what it was, and it wasn't like the fat man said that someone was shouting for help.

The fat man asked me with a serious face, "Could it be that Yue'er is locked inside?" ”

I said to him in a firm vehement: "No way, how could she run into this sealed iron cabinet." ”

The fat man didn't give up and said, "Why is it impossible, maybe, it was got into it by some ghost." ”

I shuddered, remembering what happened before, I suddenly lost my mind, and hesitated and said: "The iron handle on this door can't be opened at all, and if you want to open it, there is no way." ”

The fat man raised the gun in his hand, shook it and said to me, "Why can't you do it, just break the hinges on the wall that connect to the iron door." ”

I was still not at ease, so I shook my head and said, "What if there are monsters locked up inside?" We're both injured now, and even jumping out of a monkey is a big problem, so it's better to have fewer troubles. ”

The fat man said in a mocking tone: "Lao Zheng, you said that you are a big man, in addition to tense enteritis, you also have a sparrow gall, it is really embarrassing." With this submachine gun in hand, I am still afraid of wolves and tigers before chirping, and when I go out in the future, no one will say that they know me, and I can't afford to lose this person. ”

I was so red and angry that I was squeezed by him, and the fire in my stomach rushed to the top of my head, and I said to him indignantly: "Don't hit people in the face, and don't expose them when you scold people." Master, I'm having a temper today, and no one can suppress it, so now I have to open this iron door to see what is sacred inside. ”

As soon as I finished speaking, the fat man swept out with a shuttle of bullets. With a "clang", the iron gate fell to the ground in response, and the ground slammed shook, shaking a lot of soil from the roof above the head. I was blinded by the dust, and I couldn't help rubbing my eyes with tears, but my nose was faintly smelling a strange smell, more than 10,000 times more smelly than the fat man's stinky feet. I choked on the stench and opened my eyes, but the moment I saw the inside of the iron cabinet illuminated by the torches, I couldn't help but vomit.

I retched against the wall, I really regretted being provoked by the fat man, and now my intestines are blue. Inside the wall behind the iron gate, there was a space the size of a container, and it was full of highly decomposed corpses, some of which were dressed in cloth clothes, and it seemed that they should be farmers who farmed the land; There are also rotting corpses that are still wearing Japanese-style military uniforms, and they know that they are soldiers at a glance, and all the corpses are rotten, making the audience's bile and stomach juice churn upward. Seeing this tragic situation, I thought to myself: Could it be that there was some sudden incident at that time, which caused the Japanese troops to withdraw in a panic, and they did not have time to bury or cremate the bodies of their comrades.

The fat man was also nauseous enough on the side, and I complained to him: "Dead fatty, if you don't let you open it, you have to open it, now it's okay, my stomach is going to vomit, and you say you can't do something good." After saying that, he immediately retched again, until he vomited so much bitter bile that he vomited out.

The fat man pinched his nose and said, "So many dead bodies, why don't you bury them, what are you doing here?" ”

I held back the feeling of wanting to vomit, pinched my nose and said to the fat man: "It must be that the Japanese army had no time to bury the corpses when they evacuated in a hurry, so they locked the corpses of the Japanese soldiers and the captured people in the iron cabinet." ”

After listening to me, the fat man gritted his teeth and said, "Little devil, it's too inhumane for his grandmother, it's really a lack of virtue and smoking." These ordinary people, will they be caught to make bacteria and the like?"

I didn't want to linger for a moment in this rotten slaughterhouse-like place, so as I walked out, I replied to the fat man, "Chances are, wait until we get our things and leave immediately." Then set a fire and burned the place, a hundred. I walked out of this room, which was neat on the outside, but dirty and disgusting on the inside, and into the warehouse, near the box where the fat man had told me that he had found the gun. There were hundreds of wooden boxes neatly lined up here, and the moisture-proof canvas covered with them had been lifted aside by the fat man, and I saw that the boxes opened above had magazines in them, so I took a few and put them in my pocket, and then turned to see what the fat man was doing.

As a result, I inexplicably felt that there was something abnormal in the warehouse, but I couldn't say what these little things were wrong for a while. I looked more closely, and then I realized that the wooden door of the medical room we had just entered had opened a thigh-thick slit. And I clearly remember that when I came out of it just now, in order to block the smell, the wooden door was closed tightly, how could it be open now? I took a look at the fat man, he was busy rummaging through the cabinets, the door should not have been opened by him, maybe because the wooden door was old and in disrepair and loose, so he opened it himself. With this in mind, I decided to go over and close the wooden door so that the stench of rotting corpses would not drift into the warehouse.

As a result, as soon as I took two steps, I picked up the gun in a panic. I saw a pair of highly rotten hands, dripping with slime, clung to the side of the door, and the door was being pulled open inward little by little. Then, slowly, a dead man's head poked out of the door, really a dead man's head. I saw that the eyes on the human head had come out of their eyes, dangling and hanging beside the nose that had become a black hole, and the jaw that was so rotten that it exposed its teeth was crooked to one side, and a large amount of mucus was dripping, slowly dripping.

Fear, panic, nausea, all swept towards me like a bone-chilling wind, wrapped in ice slag. Without waiting for my brain to give the order, my left hand subconsciously pulled the trigger, and the gunfire rang out in a loud moment, and a volley of bullets swept across the wooden door. The carrion was shot and fell. At the moment when I put down the gun, a frightened and cautious scene appeared, the carrion corpse that had just been shot and fell to the ground actually trembled and crawled up again, not only that, behind the wooden door of the medical room, a large number of carrion slowly poured out one after another, three or three, two by two, so that I was stunned and stood motionless in place like a chicken.

At this moment, the fat man not far away picked up his gun and shot the carrion, and called out to me loudly, telling me to run to the entrance of the hole where I entered.

But by the time I came to my senses, it was too late. A large number of rotting corpses have poured in front of me and surrounded me.

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