Peng Gang and I stood at the top of the stairs for a while, and the flashlight fell on the iron door to form two spots of light, and the door was covered with black-brown rust.

Peng Gang rubbed his face and walked down step by step, and I followed closely behind. When he came to the iron gate, he was about to make a move, but I first stretched out my hand, grabbed the handle, and said to him firmly, "I'll come." ”

He didn't say anything, and stood aside.

I pulled hard, and the iron door made a tooth-wrenching sound, and it squeaked. It was as black as ink, and I couldn't see anything. I shone it in with a flashlight, but the black was like a black hole that swallowed the light. When viewed from the outside, the inside is terrifyingly black, like a mist that cannot be dissipated.

Peng Gang's throat went straight out, and he stood behind me with a trembling voice: "Lao Liu, why is the flashlight not good?" ”

His unintentional words suddenly reminded me, and I suddenly thought of Luo Feng's secret room for cultivating immortals. The secret room is also not lit by flashlight, and can only be lit by natural light. I thought about it, put out the flashlight and pinned it to my waist, took out the lighter from my pocket, and wiped it lightly, and a flame ignited.

I held the lighter and stretched out into the darkness, and sure enough, it illuminated the square inch of space, and there seemed to be a lot of space inside, and the sound of the air moving was very loud, whirring, like a mountain wind whimpering in the darkness. The flames were blown by the wind, and the light of the fire flickered, and I looked at it, but I couldn't see what was inside.

Just as I was about to go inside, Peng Gang grabbed me with a bitter voice: "Lao Liu, I don't smoke and don't have a lighter." ”

"Then you wait for me outside." I said calmly.

Peng Gang looked inside the iron door, then looked back at the staircase, stroked his shoulder, and hesitated.

I patted him: "You don't have to worry, I've been through a lot of similar things. I'm more capable and experienced than you think. Besides, your father is looking for me, and you can only make trouble when you go in. ”

Peng Gang disagreed, shook his head with a bitter face, he thought I was comforting him. He thought for a moment and said, "I'll drag you." 0 Let's go in together, and come out quickly if the situation is not right. ”

I sighed, "Okay." We can't wipe out the whole army, there is always someone who goes out to report the news, otherwise he will disappear for no reason, and the one who died is unjust, hehe. ”

Peng Gang nodded, and he reached out and grabbed my clothes.

I held a lighter, took him, and walked through the iron gate.

The temperature inside was very low, and it felt like the wind was blowing on your face. The lighter was limited and there wasn't much to see, so I sketched out in my mind that this place should be a very large underground parking lot or something. Emptiness is my most intuitive first impression.

The black light is blinding, and it is such a big place, there is no sense of direction at all. I can only rely on my own feelings, try to take the catwalk, and go in a straight line.

Walking in such a ghost place, I feel awkward all over, I feel that every step is dangerous, and every step I take has to muster great courage, and my nerves are tense, just like walking a tightrope.

Not far out of the road, I don't know what I tripped under my feet, and there was a "click" sound. Peng Gang came out in the back: "What? ”

I didn't feel anything in front of me, and Peng Gang's cold words made my scalp tingle with fright. I looked back at him, and the boy was completely overwhelmed in darkness, and all I could see was the hand that was holding the corner of my clothes.

I said in a trembling voice, "Can you say hello next time you speak, people are scared to death." ”

His face was illuminated by the firelight, and he looked a little pale: "Lao Liu, look at what it is." ”

I looked down and there was an MP3 speaker on the ground, and next to the speaker, there was a piece of A4 paper pressed with words on it.

I crouched down, picked up the paper with the footprints on, and leaned over the lighter to look at it. At this time, Peng Gang also leaned his head over, I felt that there was heat spraying on his ears, and when he looked back at his big face, he was almost not scared to pee, and he glanced at him angrily, and continued to read the words on the paper.

There are two big black characters written on it: Play.

I picked my nose, not knowing what I meant. Peng Gang stabbed me: "Hurry up and play it." ”

, you still need to say it. I thought about it, okay, I've already gotten into people's ways, let's see what kind of medicine is sold in Brother Peng's gourd.

I picked up the MP3 speaker on the ground, pressed the play button, and a gentle and melodious music slowly came out of it, and Peng Gang and I looked at each other, which was the lullaby that Brother Peng heard when he was alone in the basement.

With the music, a magnetic middle-aged man's voice came from inside: "Slowly close your eyes...... Take a deep breath with my voice...... Yes, exhale and inhale......"

The sound slowly spread out in the darkness, and I looked around, and I always felt that something seemed to be agitated in the depths of the darkness. This feeling is very unpleasant, like a little white face holding soap and walking naked into the bathing hall where the felons are held.

I was short of breath and the feeling of danger was getting stronger. I turned back to Peng Gang and said, "You hurry up." It's none of your business here. ”

"I... I—" He looked at the way back, stumbling speechless. I know that without light, he simply does not have the courage to walk through the darkness.

I searched around the ground, felt a long strip of rag, lit it with a lighter, and the flames sprang up, estimating that the speed of the burn was enough for him to run to the exit. Peng Gang took the strip of cloth and looked at me, and I waved my hand: "Hurry up." If I've been missing for more than three days, you'll go to Li Damin, and you'll have his phone. Let him inform me of the house, and I won't have to talk about the rest. ”

Peng Gang muttered, "As for ......"

Looking at his mother-in-law, I felt irritated and shouted: "Hurry up." ”

He carried the strip of cloth into the darkness, and I shouted at his back: "When you get to the door, knock on the iron door, so that I may be reassured." ”

I stood in the dark, my hand holding the speaker, and the sound flowed through my fingers. I really racked my brains and couldn't figure out what this Brother Peng was going to do.

I put the speaker on the ground and continued to move forward with the lighter. I didn't go far away, I heard the sound of the iron door, I breathed a sigh of relief, Peng Gang is safe, and now I am here by myself, and I can finally act freely.

I'm a loner, I make my own ideas, I don't like team fighting, and I'm a natural scout.

I don't know how long I walked by feeling, and in the faint light of the fire, a wall appeared. The walls were black and dirty, and there seemed to be graffiti on them. In front of the wall, there was something that made the corners of my eyebrows jump.

It was a very old-fashioned old lamp, with a long shelf topped by a black lamp bowl with yellow paste in it. At this moment, the music suddenly stopped, and only the man's voice, very pleasant and kind, said two words: "Light the lamp." ”

I was short of breath, wiped the cold sweat from my head, put the lighter into the bowl, and suddenly the flames burst out, and a large piece of light lit up.

It's okay if it doesn't light up, but when it lights up, I take two steps back in fright when it illuminates the graffiti on the wall.

An eerie ancient temple is painted on the wall, with a lead-gray sky in the background. This ancient temple has a peculiar structure and a strange form, because the walls are covered with water stains and cobwebs, and the whole temple looks foggy and uncomfortable. The most bizarre thing is that there are two red lanterns lit at the entrance of the temple, saying that it is festive or not, and that it is not frustrated, and that it is not frustrated, revealing a demonic atmosphere of chatting about fasting. (The picture refers to the official address of this story, the cover on the grinding iron)

I walked along the wall into the darkness, and not far from the darkness, an ancient lamp appeared. I shivered and lit it, and the fire lit up as the graffiti mural on the wall continued to stretch. The painting on this wall seems to be a great disaster, with collapsed houses, broken walls, and dead people everywhere. It was still a lead-gray sky, and there was a long procession coming from the darkness.

In the distance of the team was a dark shadow, and the appearance of the team could be seen in the distance, and they were in a group of three. The person in the front is playing a spirit flag, and the person in the middle is carrying a black drum. The people in the procession were all unrecognizable, as if they had come out of hell, stepped through the city of corpses, and walked into hell again.

Both paintings have an unrealistic surreal feeling, the paintings are lifelike and moving, and the characters or buildings in each painting are very realistic, jumping off the wall, especially the strange procession, as if they are about to walk down the wall.

I continued to walk down, and a few meters there was an old lamp. When lit, it illuminates a wall. The graffiti pictures on the wall, each one extremely sadistic. Some depict groups of dogs pounceing on living people, biting into pieces, dripping with blood, and dragging blood-red intestines to the ground. Some depict a huge platform on the mountain, with many figures floating like black smoke, standing on it, looking out at the city beyond the thick clouds in the distance.

There were a few big blood-red characters written on the table, and I knew what the theme of these paintings was.

The words on the platform are: Wangxiang Terrace.

Legend has it that after death, ghosts must pass through the underworld. Standing on the lookout platform, the dead soul can look back at his relatives and friends in the yang world, and even see his own body that is about to decay in this life. This feeling can be imagined, heartbreaking, extremely painful, since then yin and yang are separated, people and ghosts have different paths, and what love and hate are gone with the wind.

If the graffiti on the wall was made by Brother Peng, it could only be made by him, and what he painted was - the underworld.

I followed the wall forward, and the picture on the wall followed the underworld into hell. Eighteen layers of hell, no longer described one by one, each one is an endless torture, full of blood, tears and pain, showing the wisdom and imagination of human beings in abusing their own people.

I could see that my whole body was cold, and my legs went down uncontrollably, and some of the pictures were just swept in a hurry, and I didn't dare to look closely. It was like a big stone in my heart, and the discomfort was indescribable.

The soothing music was still playing on the announcer, and the baritone's voice was still magnetic: "Relax...... Take a deep breath to my rhythm...... You will find yourself in a state of beauty......"

The cold sweat on his body had soaked his clothes. Seeing so many scenes of hell suffering, although I was scared, I had a faint feeling in my heart that something seemed to be missing. At this time, I lit the last ancient lamp.

I have a strong hunch that this last picture should be the most sadistic in the audience, and Brother Peng must have hidden his ultimate move in the back.

The flames lit in the ancient lamp, and everything around me gradually lit up, and I finally saw the final arrangement.

It was a huge mirror, and I saw myself in it.