I came out of Kobayashi's tent and my head was still dizzy. Just now, I made a decision that I regret for the rest of my life.

I listened to that story.

Originally, Xiao Lin was too sick and had been pestering others to tell stories, which was childish but revealed an unfathomable evil nature. Under normal circumstances, I would absolutely decline his request. However, at that time, my mind moved.

Li Yang had a last wish before his death, hoping that I could continue to write the series "Hades", and not let this novel lose its original vitality because of his departure. I have been doing this work, and I know that my pen power and ideas are far worse than Li Yang's, but I still try my best to do it well. Use your own eyes and mind to construct and interpret the underworld.

The publisher also recognized my work. If there is no Yang Muyun, I am afraid that the third part of "Hades" is almost finished. As a writer, there is a kind of material crisis, to put it bluntly, I am afraid that I have nothing to write about. That's how it came about.

As soon as I heard Xiao Lin say that he had a story about the underworld, I immediately became interested. If this story is wonderful and weird enough, it can be filled in my book and seen by more readers.

Out of this mentality, I listened to Kobayashi's story. Something that made me desperate finally happened, and I was infected.

The story of Xiaolin can be said to be bizarre and completely outside of people's common sense. Unlike all the stories I've ever heard, there's an indescribable smell of evil, like a nightmare, for example.

This dream jumps out of normal logic, every detail is clear and clear, treacherous everywhere and contrary to common sense, but it also reveals a kind of vague attraction, just like taking drugs and seeing a kaleidoscope spinning rapidly.

I was fascinated by the fact that if this story were written in a book, it would definitely conquer readers and cause them to read like crazy. It was at this time that I saw a bug emerge from under his skin. Xiao Lin didn't feel the pain at all, he fell into the bizarre world he had wove into himself, his eyes stared at me in a daze, his mouth kept talking, and his face was bright red, as if he had climaxed.

I finally saw the bug, it was silvery-white, it looked like thin strips, about the length of an adult's middle finger, some like roundworms, some like earthworms. It flew, fluttering and seemingly weightless, and landed on my arm, and before I knew it, it slipped into it.

I saw a long pustule bulging out of my arm, and in a blink of an eye, it disappeared, and the worm was gone.

After Xiao Lin finished the last word, he lay down on the sleeping bag, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I walked out of the tent, sweating profusely, knowing in my heart that I too would follow in his footsteps.

At this time, Zhong Xiu ran over: "Liu Yang, Mr. Yang will let you go." ”

I hurried to his tent and was surprised to find that Yao Bing had returned. He looked tired, saw me and said, "Liu Yang, I found the tape." It's just that we need to go down one more time. ”

Yang Muyun explained: "The film-type videotape is very old, and it requires special projection equipment, and these things are all in the base below, and it is too difficult to take them out, so it is better to go down and watch them." This time I'm going to let everyone in the camp go down, and I'm finally here, everyone is going to take a look. ”

I nodded.

"You're not in good spirits? What happened? "Yang Muyun is really discerning, and I can see my malaise at a glance.

I quickly wiped my sweat and coughed: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"If you're not feeling good, just rest in the camp." Yang Muyun said.

I kept saying it was fine. Things have developed to this point, how can you give up halfway.

As soon as everyone in the camp heard that they could get off the base, they immediately cheered. No one wants to go back with soy sauce, and they all know that there is a military base of the Kwantung Army hidden underground, and they all want to feast their eyes. Take a few photos, two whole videos, and go back in the future It's all bragging capital.

When everyone was preparing to go down, I found Wang Xiaoyu, pulled him to a remote place and said, "Xiaoyu, don't go down this time." ”

"Why?" Wang Xiaoyu was puzzled.

I said, "I'll tell you the truth, I have a sense of foreboding, I can't tell the reason, my eyelids are jumping wildly." I always felt like something big was going to happen. ”

Wang Xiaoyu looked at me: "Are you saying that people who go down will never come back?" ”

I nodded: "It's possible." Listen to me, and wait at the camp. If it's okay, it's a happy day. If anything," I paused, "you get out of here." ”

"Why do you think that?"

I took a deep breath: "Ever since I entered this valley and discovered this base, I felt like everything had changed. I didn't have the right words to describe it for a while: "It's weird, it's not right, but I can't describe it."...... I just listened to the story told by Kobayashi and immediately understood what was going on. ”

"Did you go to find Kobayashi?" Wang Xiaoyu hurriedly said: "He may be infectious." ”

I patted her and signaled her not to panic: "I have listened to Xiaolin's story, and I have already realized the problem here. What happened in this valley completely disrupted and confused some common sense and cognition. I have a feeling that reality is beginning to invade our minds, and the boundaries between the real world and the spiritual world are blurred, like two fluids that are incompatible, suddenly eroding each other. ”

Wang Xiaoyu was dumbfounded when she heard this, and touched my forehead with her hand: "Don't burn." ”

I held her hand: "Xiaoyu, do you remember what the purpose of the Japanese Big Red Lotus experiment was?" ”

"They will open the gates of the underworld and establish a passage between the yang and the underworld."

I nodded, "Yes." Now, the boundaries between the two worlds of reality and spirit are beginning to blur and erode each other, like the experiment of the Japanese? The door between the two worlds of yin and yang opened, and yin and yang were confused, opening a black crack. ”

Wang Xiaoyu stroked his shoulder: "Liu Yang, don't say it." What do you say I'm cold, so scary. ”

"So," I said, "you listen to me, don't go to the base, just stay outside." It's so weird here, if something happens, you get out of here. ”

Wang Xiaoyu said in a low voice: "Okay, but you have to promise me that you will come back safely." ”

I smiled bitterly in my heart, I have been infected with that inexplicable virus, let's take it one step at a time.

After lunch, the people in the camp packed up, organized an underground base sightseeing team, and went down together. The group descended the stairs to the base. Dr. Chan pushed his glasses and looked around, and couldn't help but marvel, what a big project this is.

Led by Yao Bing, we walked through the tunnel, through the half-overhanging gate, and came inside. There are many people in the team, and they are bold, and many people laugh, and they don't take this place seriously at all. In the dark corridor, the flash is continuous, and many people are taking pictures with their mobile phones or mirrorless.

We crossed the cell and came to the core area of the base in the bomb shelter, and Yao Bing led us around and around to the projection room. Within the base, there is a dedicated room that serves as a place for archiving and video projection. Its location is right next to the apothecary where the container's head was last discovered.

The screening room wasn't big, but it was big enough for us. Several rows of wooden benches, covered with dark gray cloth. There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, but you could see that someone had come before, and there were many footprints.

Yao Bing said: "Someone came here before me. By the time I arrived, there were already footprints. And......" He pointed to the projector, which was jammed with a roll of film and videotape, which seemed to have been shown for some time.

Yang Muyun's face was not good-looking: "Who did it?" ”

"I don't know." Yao Bing shook his head: "What is certain is that the person who has read this tape has already seen it." ”

"Leave him alone for now, let it go." Yang Muyun confessed.

The structure of the old-fashioned hand-cranked projector was quite complicated, but the guy who came in earlier seemed to be very skilled, and he had already set up the projector and the film tape. Everyone found a place to sit down, Yao Bing came to the projector, slowly shook the handle, and a gray-white white cloth screen in front of him gradually lit up.

A huge human head appeared directly on the screen. It was Kishijiro Mizube. He has a number of electrodes stuck in his head and a white tray underneath his neck. Because of the camera's limited depth of field, there should have been a larger precision instrument underneath the white tray, but it wasn't filmed.

There's nothing on the screen, just such a living adult head. Everyone was not mentally prepared, and they were taken aback as soon as they came up, just like seeing a horror movie with no beginning and no end.

Anyone can see that this is a human head without a body, and in people's subconscious, a single head is an organ, a dead thing, and it is impossible to have a subjective consciousness. What's weird is that the head on the screen, with his eyes open and a quiet expression, said a word to the camera.

Yang Muyun, Yao Bing, Dr. Chen, and I have all seen the magic and weirdness of this head, so we have a certain psychological immunity to the scene that appears in the camera. The other uninformed people suddenly blew up and talked about it, with incredible expressions on their faces.

Yang Muyun clapped his hands: "Everyone watch the film quietly, watch the film quietly, and then express your opinions after watching it." ”

He looked back at Yao Bing again: "This is not the beginning of the film, right?" ”

Yao Bing nodded: "The person who came in before us is seeing this." ”

"What did the head say?" Yang Muyun asked.

Yao Bing was silent for a moment, and said to Zhong Xiu: "Xiao Zhong, you can speak, can you read the lips of Japanese?" ”

Yao Bing shook the handle and put this section backwards again. Zhong Xiu looked at it very carefully and said, "What this head said is, 'This is the story of the underworld.'" ”

As soon as these words came out, the others didn't do much, and the hairs on my body suddenly exploded, and my heartbeat suddenly accelerated, almost suffocating.

I immediately thought of the story Kobayashi told me.

At this moment, the human head suddenly said another word.

"What does that mean?" Someone asked.

Zhong Xiu looked at his mouth very seriously and said, "He said 'earthworm'." ”

I sat there and my whole body was stiff, and I still remember the last word when the human head in the container was burned with an increased current, and I saw Yao Bing's expression hesitate at that time. I still remember the mouth shape, the word spoken by the human head, and now I know, it is "earthworm".

Earthworm? What does this mean?

Yang Muyun was a little impatient: "Go back and start over." It's headless and endless, what's the point of looking at it. ”

Yao Bing began to swing back the handle, and the picture on the screen was like going back in time, playing back frame by frame. There's a long section ahead, and it's this head talking to itself, maybe it's telling that story.

Wait until this jump has passed, and then the scene in front is in the operating room. The target of the operation was none other than Kishijiro Mizube, and a group of doctors in white coats were performing head separation surgery on him. The angle of the camera has never moved, it should be placed in the corner of the operating room, and the picture occasionally flashes past Kishijiro Mizube lying on the bed, and the rest of the time the backs of these doctors and nurses are interspersed and walked, and the whole operation process and the whole picture cannot be seen.

Someone muttered: "It's boring to look back like this, like a spoiler in advance." ”

Yao Bing shook faster and faster, and the picture flickered very frequently, and we stared blankly, and for a while we couldn't connect the logical relationship between the picture and the picture. It's like fragmented fragments, which seem to be shrouded in a big theme, but in fact, the details are not next to each other.

Everyone simply stopped watching, exchanged heads with each other, and whispered and laughed.

At this time, there was a crisp "quack", and the tape returned to the front. Everyone was sitting in a precarious position, Yao Bing shook slowly, and the screen began to play.