I told them about the cause and effect of the earthworm spreading through the story. Yang Muyun nodded after listening: "So that's the case." ”

"Liu Yang, you did the right thing."

I looked back and saw Zhong Xiu coming from the darkness. "I heard it all," she said. If I had known in advance that we were infected by resentment from the underworld, I would have made a decisive choice just like you.

I smiled and nodded, feeling extremely relaxed and comfortable. Although I was about to face death, I felt a sense of relief and relieved of a big burden in my heart.

Suddenly, as if I had an epiphany, I understood some mysteries. Death is death, who lives and does not die? Hide and can't hide. Since it is the ultimate fate of everyone, let's be calm. If you want to say that there are regrets in life, there must be one, and you will be a new person in the next life and make up for it.

Those of us, talking and laughing, did not face the slightest fear of life and death. Together, they came to the core laboratory of the base.

We hurried straight to the concrete tank at the end of the lab. Yao Bing beckoned a few of us men to go up and remove the canvas from the trough.

The thick canvas has a large area, and it takes a lot of effort to roll it up. We tossed and turned for about an hour before rolling the military canvas off the trough.

We stood on the edge of the trough and looked at it with a flashlight, and the trough was covered with a layer of wood that had been cut from bentwood trunks and built into a mortise and tenon on each other. Through the wooden latticework, you can see that the height of the trough is about two meters, and there are several broken iron ladders near the side wall that can lead to the bottom. At the bottom of the trough appears to float a layer of black fluid, a black liquid. It doesn't look like water, it's a bit like oil. At first glance, it appears motionless, but when illuminated by a flashlight for a long time, the black liquid can be observed flowing slowly, extremely slowly.

I don't know if this situation is psychological. You must know that this tank is completely closed, and below is the pattern of stagnant water, there is no prime mover, how can those liquids move?

After looking at it for a while, Zhong Xiu picked up a piece of wood debris on the ground and threw it into the trough, and the wood he saw was half-sunk in the liquid, and did not continue to sink, but flowed slowly together.

To be sure, there are no gates to the underworld. Even if we go down now, we will only be stained with dirty water on our trouser legs, and we will not be able to go anywhere.

"Do you still remember how the Japanese experimented at the beginning and how to open the door to the underworld?" Yang Muyun looked at us.

"Have the experimenters put on a helmet and stimulate their emotions." Liu Xiaojun said in a deep voice.

We looked at the operating chairs that filled the lab.

"Who's going to try?" Yang Muyun's voice was calm.

"Neither I nor Qing Shui's physique is suitable." Liu Xiaojun said.

Now in this team, Yang Muyun is terminally ill, Liu Xiaojun and Yao Bing have a special physique, and only me and Zhong Xiu have the opportunity to use helmets.

Zhong Xiu looked at me sideways: "Are you afraid?" ”

I smiled, "I've already had a mortal heart, there's nothing to be afraid of." I also want to see what it feels like to be the most terrifying emotions that stimulate people, and I also want to be afraid. ”

Zhong Xiu held out his hand to me, a gesture that was like an invitation. I grinned and shook her as we walked down the trough to two adjoining operating chairs.

Zhong Xiu looked at the people above: "There is no power supply here, and the helmet is useless." ”

Yao Bing jumped down from the trough and came to several large instruments in front of him to check the debugging. After a while, he came out of the corner covered in dirt: "I remember that there is a backup power here, now let's see if it works." ”

He grabbed some wires and got behind the stocky machine, and it wasn't long before he came out again and pulled a rusty hand brake.

I only heard the "pop" sound several times, and the indicator light of the instrument actually turned on. Next to the instrument is an iron-box-like console, which is densely packed with buttons, all with Japanese labels on the bottom of them. Yao Bing wiped off the thick dust that covered him, and tried to do it according to the Japanese prompts. I saw the helmet indicator on the operating chair suddenly light up, indicating that it was powered on.

It can be seen that Yao Bing is also operating such a machine for the first time, and sweat is drenched on his forehead, such a precise experiment, every step must be carried out carefully.

He gestured to me and Zhong Xiu: "I don't know if it's okay, but you can try." ”

Zhong Xiu shook my hand, took a deep breath, and she got the dried corpse on the operating chair to the ground, and rolled over and lay down. I'm a little nervous, it's coming.

I also got on the operating chair.

We put on helmets at the same time. I saw Zhong Xiu smile at me, and then the lights on her helmet flashed one after another, and she suddenly trembled all over, and her whole body straightened up, and she closed her eyes.

Is it my turn? Just as I was thinking about it, my head suddenly tightened, and I was about to shout out with my teeth grinning, but my eyes were foggy and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I don't know how much time had passed. Sitting up and rubbing my temples, my head was still dizzy, and it took me a long time to react, where am I?

It was an ordinary house, and I was sitting on a sofa in the hall. I stood up and looked at it, and I thought it was so familiar. In addition to the living room, there is a bedroom in this house, and I walked over and pushed open the door. The bedroom is larger than the hall, with a small single bed, and a neatly cleaned desk. The desk shape is very special, it is semi-curved, simple and bright, with a distinct Nordic style. On the table is a stylish Apple notebook, and next to it is a Japanese-style lamp.

It is worth mentioning that the walls of the bedroom are densely pasted with various newspaper clippings and maps, and some newspapers are also crossed with red pens, and impressions and annotations are written next to them, which is quite professional.

At this time, it was dark, and the whole bedroom did not turn on the headlights, only lit the desk lamp on the desk, emitting a faint orange light, which was quite atmospheric.

There was no furniture in the bedroom except for the bed and desk, and the remaining area was empty. What surprised me the most was that on the ground in the free area, there was a person sitting at this time.

The man had his back to me, and was wearing a crimson long-sleeved robe. The whole dress is unbuttoned and unfurled, and it is tied with a belt around the waist, which looks like a Japanese geisha costume.

I chuckled in my heart, and suddenly remembered the strange woman that the Japanese photographer photographed in the underworld. Am I now in Hades?

It's just that the environment here is so familiar that my brain is a little dizzy for a while, and I can't remember the déjà vu.

The man sat there, very feminine and swaying from side to side, holding a small folding fan in his hand. The more I looked, the more chills filled my body because it was a man.

He has a board size, and he is also very burly from the skeleton. Such a big man, wearing extremely feminine and bewitching clothes, and posing feminine movements, is really chilling in the bottom of his heart, and his hairs stand up.

He posed for a moment, then stopped, then suddenly turned around and saw me.

As soon as I saw the person in front of me, I was stunned. At that moment, it was like being struck by high-voltage electricity, and the whole person seemed to collapse. He is actually Li Damin.

It suddenly occurred to me that this house was not his two-bedroom apartment. He's been doing research here, and it's my base for him and me until anything happens. We often discuss and discuss bizarre events in the world, ideas of various historical philosophies. I still had a joke at the time, and this place was comparable to the small bookstore where Marx and Engels were discussing problems.

Since encountering those things in the underworld, Li Damin and I have drifted apart, and we haven't seen each other for a long time. At this time, when we met at a glance, this feeling was so strange that it was indescribable, it was really unpredictable, God is the greatest screenwriter.

Li Damin smiled at me: "Liu Yang, how do you look at my outfit?" ”

"You ......" I couldn't say a word.

"I've thought about it, to crack the death code of this master, you have to have a deep understanding of the art of Noh theater." He said to me.

What is this all about? I was completely blindfolded.

Li Damin turned out a mask out of nowhere. It was a woman's mask, with a pale face, red lips, and a faint brow barely visible at the brow bone.

Li Damin took it in his hand and looked at it over and over, and then slowly unfastened the rope buckle behind the mask. He picked up the mask, looked at me, and made a terrifying gesture.

He put this ghost-like woman mask on his face slowly!

I held on to the door frame, my legs limp, and I could barely hold my breath.

Li Damin, who was wearing a woman's mask, slowly stood up, and his movements had a pretentious stiffness, looking like he was dancing a mechanical dance. He held a fan, dancing as he moved, his body was like a marionette, and his arms were twisting and dancing in a very strange posture, which was really creepy.

Looking at his performance, I suddenly remembered Luo Feng that I had seen in Brother Peng's vision.

At that time, Luo Feng came back to life after hanging himself, fell off the beam, and walked towards me step by step. My mind went blank and I was almost completely overwhelmed by the emotion of fear.

At this time, under the illumination of the dim table lamp, Li Damin put on such a posture, which was extremely terrifying, and it was really not inferior to Luo Feng that day.

Fortunately, instead of walking towards me, he took a fan and danced in circles. I haven't studied Noh much, but my dance style is very similar. The movement is extremely slow, taking a step and stopping for a while, putting on a twisted posture, and the fan opens and closes, but it also complements each other perfectly.

Sometimes he looked at me, sometimes in other directions. The woman's mask was expressionless and as white as a ghost. There was a dead silence in the room, and there was no sound at all. I leaned against the door and watched Li Damin dance as a woman solo indoors, and that feeling was really a strange sense of oppression.

After a dance, Li Damin stood still in place. He was hunched over, his head sticking out of his shoulders, his body in an unbalanced position. But he stood very steady and motionless.

I'm a little suffocated, could he be evil? I hesitated to go up and see him. At this moment, suddenly the fan in his hand opened, as if the machine had set a timer program, and the mechanism was triggered at this node. I don't see a little bit of popularity in it.

The fan surface shows layers of dark red cherry blossoms, and the colors are so vivid that they seem to be dyed red by the sunset of nature. This kind of beauty actually makes people feel "extravagant". The fan-faced cherry blossoms express a gloomy and bewitching mood to the extreme.

Behind the beautiful cherry blossoms is a miserable white woman's mask, and this contrast itself has a strong visual impact.

"Damin......" I said with difficulty.

He looked up at me, and his voice was quiet, as unrippling as a lake: "I have finally found a psychic way, and I can go to the underworld." ”