There are many sentry posts and platforms in the air-raid shelter, almost three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry. It is conceivable that the defenses here must have been particularly tight back then, and it was really difficult to fly.

We walked to the end of the bomb shelter, where two huge iron doors were open, and the inside was so dark that we couldn't see our fingers. Under the light of the flashlight, I saw a huge "3" sprayed on the iron door, and I didn't know what it meant.

We walked into the iron gate, and it was a corridor again. Along the corridor are several rooms. There was a room with the door open, and inside was a boxy room with a very standard size. The first thing you see when you walk in is a green filing cabinet taller than a person, almost all the way to the ceiling. However, all the cabinet doors were now open, and the drawers inside hung horizontally and vertically outside, shining with flashlights, and there was not even a piece of paper. It seems that when they evacuated, the Japanese destroyed all the paper materials.

A huge Japanese military flag hangs on one wall, and the sun rises in the east. The flag was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the red color turned into a deep yellow of extreme vicissitudes. Probably because of my education, I felt uncomfortable when I saw this flag, and I felt like a very evil totem, and there was something very eerie hidden in it. In front of the flag, there was a long writing desk, cleanly cleaned, and a few pens were scattered on the table in addition to an old-fashioned telephone. The dust on the table was quite thick, and it looked like no one had touched it in a long time.

I shined my flashlight on the ceiling, and there were many wrapped cables around the edge of the ceiling, which passed through the room in dense turns. There was also a hanger in the corner of the room, on which hung an unknown type of military uniform, covered in dust and no longer able to wear it. Yao Bing walked lightly in the room, bypassed the desk, came to the Rising Sun Flag, stared for a while, and slowly walked over again. "It's an office."

I nodded.

He walked over to the table again, raised his hand and picked up the old-fashioned phone, and gently put it to his ear.

My heart beat faster, and I walked over and asked curiously, "Can you still get through?" ”

"How is that possible?" Yao Bing grinned.

At this moment, there was a sudden hissing sound. I was startled and looked around in horror. Yao Bing took off the walkie-talkie and shook it: "Don't be nervous. ”

Zhong Xiu's voice came from the walkie-talkie, maybe it was too far away, the signal was not very good, and it was intermittent: "Boss, boss, are you okay?" ”

Yao Bing said "um": "Are you all back?" ”

Zhong Xiu said: "Lao Zhang and Lao Jia didn't come back, I contacted them, and they said don't wait for them." ”

"Then leave them alone. You and the monkey stand by while we'll be back in a moment. Yao Bing turned off the walkie-talkie.

We emerged from the office and continued down the hallway. When I saw the rooms in the back, I felt that something was wrong.

These rooms are adjacent to the hallway, and each side has large glass windows. Looking through the glass, the room was pitch black.

I shined a flashlight on one of the rooms, which was very cluttered. At a glance, I saw a large surgical chair with a white porcelain tray on the table next to it, and there seemed to be some surgical instruments in it. Seeing this, my bones were cold, and I called Yao Bing: "Boss, this is for live experiments!" ”

Yao Bing looked at me with great interest: "Why don't you think this is an infirmary?" ”

I have nothing to say, this guess is entirely subconscious. I pushed open the door to this room and almost choked out as soon as I entered. It was filled with a rotten, musty smell, fishy and smelly.

I took a few steps inside, shining a flashlight, only to see that the operating chair was covered with thick dust, but I could still see the blood stains on it, and I wanted to vomit when my stomach turned over.

Yao Bing walked to the chair and looked at it, picked up a scalpel on the plate, gestured in the air, and put it back on the plate.

"They're dissecting living people." I said with nausea.

Yao Bing looked at the ground, shook his head, and said slowly: "You don't understand. If you really want to dissect a living person, you won't use this kind of operating table, this is an experiment. ”

"What experiment?" I asked.

Yao Bing slowly walked to the window, stood in the room and looked out through the window, not knowing what he was looking at, without saying a word.

My heart was pounding, since I came to this ghost place, Yao Bing's behavior was a little strange, it seemed that this place caused him a lot of emotional resonance.

Yao Bing turned his head and asked me, "Did you find a detail?" ”

"What?"

"This surgical chair is glass-facing." Yao Bing said.

I took a look, and it really is.

"Do you know what Lu Dao is designed for?" Yao Bing said.

I looked at the dirty, bloodstained chair, swallowed, and honestly said, "I don't know." "To be honest, I don't want to guess either.

Yao Bing walked up to the chair and beckoned to me: "Liu Yang, come here." ”

My heart was pounding, what did he want to do? I hesitated, but walked over anyway. As soon as I arrived at him, Yao Bing suddenly made a move and grabbed me by the shoulder. I let out a "oops" in pain, lost my balance, and sat on the operating chair. Yao Bing whispered: "Don't move, I won't hurt you, I just want to ask you how you really feel." ”

Although Yao Bing injured one arm, if you really want to fight, I am not his opponent at all. Let's see what he wants to do.

I sat in my chair and smelled the rancid smell and got goosebumps all over my body. The ass didn't dare to sit down, and the whole body was wrong.

Yao Bing picked up the scalpel, slowly came behind me, slowly put the knife down, and stopped at my throat.

My heart was beating so violently, and a fear that I had never felt before hung over me like a dark cloud.

Yao Bing placed the knife in front of my throat, next to my skin. My throat fluttered, and I didn't dare to move, for fear that he would miss, and cold sweat ran down my cheeks.

"Look at the glass." Yao Bing said softly.

I looked up at the glass window. In the light of the flashlight, I saw the faint figures of me and him reflected in the window, and beyond the figures was the long, eerie corridor.

"If you travel back in time now, you are a prisoner in a Japanese concentration camp who is going to be subjected to live experiments. At this point, you are sitting on the operating table, and what awaits you is a brutal surgical experiment. You look at this window that represents freedom, what do you think? Yao Bing asked slowly.

"Despair." Two words popped out of my teeth.

Yao Bing slowly put away the scalpel and threw it into the porcelain plate with a "dang chang". "Get up."

I got up from my chair, both legs limp. Although Yao Bing knew that he would not kill him, he was still terrified to the point of indescribable fear at that moment. I was even glad that I hadn't been born in that war era, and that it would have been better to be caught in such a prison by the Japanese.

When we walked out of the operating room, Yao Bing asked, "Do you know what kind of operating chair will face the glass window?" ”

"To create a sense of despair in the prisoners." Now that I have somewhat regained my senses, I wondered, "Why did the Japanese do this?" Are they joking at the prisoners? ”

Yao Bing shook his head, his eyes were very far-reaching: "The Japanese nation has a very rigorous attitude towards the cause it is engaged in. They have a purpose in every move. ”

"And what are they doing it for?" I asked.

Yao Bing suddenly smiled: "How do I know the Dao?" ”

We looked at a few more rooms, and they were all operating rooms like that. Thinking about what I just experienced, I haven't slowed down this until now. Subconsciously, I became more and more disgusted and scared of this place.

At this moment, a room appeared, as if it was an apothecary. Inside were rows of wooden shelves with many potion bottles on them. The bottle was covered with a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. Dusting away, I saw that the bottle contained a colorful liquid. The bottles are of different sizes and the color of the liquid inside.

There was a label on the bottle, and it was all written in Japanese characters, and I couldn't understand what it was.

As soon as I turned around and saw that Yao Bing was gone, I was wondering, when I suddenly saw him in a very secret corner opposite through the gap in the glass bottle, squatting on the ground and putting a jar of potion bottles in his backpack.

I was shocked, what was he going to do?

I thought about it, and it was better not to alarm him. This man is too dangerous, and if he dares to go over and debunk it, he might be able to kill me. I don't want to die in such an unfortunate place.

Thinking about it, I was about to step aside and get out of his sight. I didn't pay attention for a while, and I crashed into the desk. "Bang", I secretly complained.

Yao Bing turned out from behind the shelf and looked at me coldly: "What's wrong?" ”

I pointed to the desk behind me and smiled: "Sorry, I accidentally ...... just now" At this time, I slowly turned around, and then I saw something on the table.

It's okay not to look at it, but I was scared when I saw it. I sat on the ground with a thud, clutching my chest and unable to speak.

There's a human head in the center of the table! The head was placed in a very strange container. The container should be fully enclosed, containing a yellow-brown liquid, with a human head half-sinking and half-floating inside. The entire skull on the human head is peeled open, and many electrodes are inserted into it. The wires of the electrodes extend to the outlet of the container. Outside the exit of the closed container, there is still a row of sockets, corresponding to the electrode wires inside, I don't know what it is for.

The head of the man was male, and it was impossible to tell which nationality it was. After being soaked in liquid for so many years, it would be good if the facial features could still be seen clearly. It should look like an East Asian man, and Chinese are more likely. After all, it is impossible for the Japanese to use such a cruel device on their own compatriots.

Wrong! I suddenly realized that this person was very familiar, where had I seen it.

Yao Bing picked me up, then leaned over to the container and looked at the human head very carefully.

Seeing my panicked expression, he smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just a specimen." ”

I stumbled and said, "I know who this man is." ”

"Who?"