The picture regresses frame by frame, and returns to the scene where the woman's face appears. Immediately after the next frame, the woman can be seen squatting down sharply, and the camera immediately falls to the ground. In the shot, the woman is not actually walking, but meandering like a snake, crawling into the depths of the fog.

At this time, the picture is extremely blurry, but it can still be seen that the woman gradually decomposes as she crawls, turning into many slender and long, similar to roundworms and earthworms. Dispersed into the fog and never to be seen again.

For the next ten minutes, the picture barely changed. It is when the camera falls to the ground and is shot at a lying angle. This judgment is based on the spherical piles in the distance. The woman is gone, but the things are still there.

We can be sure that something must have happened to the videographer. If he was still awake, it would be impossible to let the camera lie like this.

Immediately afterward, the curtain darkened and everything was gone. Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief at this time, the scene just now was too depressing, and it made people enter that world and couldn't extricate themselves. As the film came to an end, everyone's mood finally eased.

The curtain lit up again, and what appeared below was Mizube Kishijiro's head separation surgery.

The most strange thing about this tape is that there is no illustrative text between the scenes, and there is not even a time mark. If you don't know what's going on here, and you just get this video to watch by chance, you will definitely be confused by the second monk.

The first section establishes a base, the second section enters the underworld, and the third section directly separates the human head.

What happened in between? What's the deep story behind the tape? None of this is known, and it is impossible to even guess.

Only a small part of Kishijiro's surgery was recorded, and the purpose of filming was probably only recorded as an event. Such a complex operation, which almost covered the essence of surgery at that time, could never have been as crude and simple as the videotape.

After the operation, the next scene is the story of Kishijiro Mizube's head.

As soon as this picture appeared, I suddenly heard someone in the dark say: "Don't let it go!" ”

Let's follow the sound to see, it is actually Liu Xiaojun. He crouched in the corner, his pale face expressionless.

"Why?" Yang Muyun looked at him.

Only then did everyone notice that such a monster had mixed in the team at some point. But seeing that Mr. Yang and the boss seemed to know him, they didn't think much about it.

Liu Xiaojun said in a deep voice: "I have a feeling, the following video has a strong ......" He was speechless for a while, probably unable to find the right words: "I can feel that it is hidden inside." This video is dangerous! Can't put it anymore. “

"You can go out without looking. If we want to know why, we have to read on! "Yang Muyun has a tough attitude.

Liu Xiaojun didn't argue much, he squatted on the ground again, looking straight at the human head on the curtain. I walked over and patted him on the shoulder, and he looked back at me with a very nonchalant expression.

Kishijiro Mizube's head turned to the camera and began to speak. Yao Bing slowed down, because there was no sound, and Zhong Xiu needed to stare at the mouth shape of the human head and translate sentence by sentence.

"Thank you to all the officers and soldiers, logistics personnel, and technicians who participated in the Great Red Lotus Program for their support. We have opened the gates of hell several times and discovered the secrets of hell. To put it simply, hell is the space formed by man's resentment. In this space, people's grievances have materialized and become a kind of earthworm-like bug. In the last experiment, we found that this insect had already drilled through the cracks between yin and yang and came to the human world. In my last experiment, I went to hell and met the king of hell, and understood the mystery of life and death of the red lotus, but unfortunately I was infected with the resentful earthworm. In order for consciousness to be preserved, it is necessary to abandon the body that has been infected by the virus and leave the brain as the container for consciousness. Now, I'm going to tell you about my experience in Hell......"

Hearing this, many things gradually became clear. It turned out that Ryo Shimizu's trip to the underworld was only part of the Great Red Lotus Project, and the Japanese had done at least a few such experiments. Even for the last time, the Supreme Commander of the entire project, Kishijiro Mizube, entered the place and was infected with something called the "Resentment Earthworm".

As I continued listening, I was surprised to find that the story told by Mizube was exactly the same as what Kobayashi told me. I don't know if it was the psychological effect, or the eyes were glazed, but I saw many white and slender light lines, reflected from the curtain, and fell on everyone's face, and those light lines drilled into everyone's skin, never to be seen again.

The whole screening room creates a blurry effect. The black-and-white image of the human head muttering the story of hell, and Zhong Xiu translated it later, and his tone revealed a dull mechanization, like a machine repeating it. Everyone's faces were reflected in the interweaving of black and white light in the curtain, and there was a moment in their eyes as if they had lost their thoughts.

I walked out of the screening room and took a heavy breath outside, the emotions and scenes inside were simply depressed to death.

By the time I went back in, the film had come to an abrupt end. Yao Bing turned off the projection, and the atmosphere in the room returned from psychedelic heat to cold vicissitudes, and everyone sat on the bench without moving for a long time.

I've seen what's going on, and the so-called resentment earthworm spreads through stories. Anyone who listens to this tale about the underworld and hell will be infected.

We're done.

It took a long time for everyone to come back to their senses, and everyone stood up, their faces were ugly, and they walked top-heavy.

We supported each other, stumbling back, and as we crossed the hallway further, we saw the person in front of the line blow up. The light of the flashlight shone in all directions, and many people shouted.

I was in the back, hurrying over to look.

In the hallway, there is a gate that hangs in the air. Every time we go in and out of here, we have to drill down there. The first time I arrived at the base, I was ridiculed for fear that the gate would not be strong. At this time, under the light of the flashlight, I clearly saw that the gate had fallen to the bottom, and it was tightly stuck on the ground without leaving a gap.

The door was completely closed.

No wonder everyone wants to explode, after that ghostly and depressing film, everyone wants to go out of this deep underground, to breathe fresh air outside, and leave this ghost place. But now all thoughts have turned to despair. This huge floodgate has trapped us all here.

The crowd stole their flashlights and looked for the switch to open the floodgates.

It didn't take long, but it really made people find out. The switch was hidden behind a small iron door on the wall, and in the light and shadow, I saw that the handle had been broken and embedded in the wall. A couple of men took out screwdrivers or something, and pried the irons of the switches. Yao Bing separated them, shone a flashlight, and said calmly: "It's useless. It's been completely destroyed. ”

"Boss Yao, what do you mean?" Someone asked.

Yao Bing shrugged: "It's not interesting, we can't get out." He paused: "Never get out!" ”

This phrase is like swamp water, drowning us all. Everyone's brains are buzzing, and their hearts are cold. It's too torturous to be trapped in such a hellish place and then die slowly.

Except for people like Yang Muyun who are terminally ill and immortal old demons like Yao Bing, the others are all young people in their twenties and thirties. Everyone has no concept of death, and now, death is clearly in front of us, and it has become an end that everyone will face.

This kind of cold despair is almost breathless.

"Who did it?" Someone shouted hysterically.

Yao Bing took the flashlight, looked at the tattered handle, and said, "Who else, the person who entered the screening room before us." ”

"Why did he do that?" Zhong Xiu's voice was full of tears.

Yao Bing said calmly: "He committed suicide and asked us to be buried together." He sabotaged the switch, and he couldn't get out himself. ”

It is a fact that the switch that controls the gate is quite far from the gate, and once it is pulled down, the gate, which has only a very narrow gap, will close quickly, and it is simply impossible to leave any time for the person to escape. And this switch is so completely broken, it is not something that can be done casually.

It can be seen that the person who did this was already holding the heart of death.

Someone shouted: "No, there must be another way out here, everyone disperse and hurry up to find it." ”

Yao Bing didn't move, and said to himself: "This is the only way out." His voice was so small that it could only be heard by a few people around him, and everyone else was in a hurry to disperse, scurrying around with flashlights.

Yao Bing didn't stop them, and came to Yang Muyun's side: "Old Yang, let's go." ”

I hurried after him: "Where are you going?" ”

"Go to Hades." Yang Muyun smiled slightly: "Originally, I was still hesitant, but now that the iron gate has been put down and the way of life has been cut off, it has strengthened my determination to go there." This is providence. I'm a dying person, and when I get there, I might find a chance to be reborn. ”

"I'll go too." Liu Xiaojun said.

The others did whatever they liked, but a few of us calmly descended and walked down the dark tunnel to the secret location of the core laboratory.

Liu Xiaojun looked at me and said, "You actually closed the floodgate, right?" ”

I nodded and acknowledged. Liu Xiaojun was the only person in the screening room who still maintained a certain degree of sobriety.

"Why?" Yang Muyun, who was walking in front, looked back at me, and his tone was very calm.

"Because we're all infected." I say.