"Go in and have a look." Yang Muyun said.

It's not realistic to finally get here, just seeing these inexplicable footprints and handprints, and then moving forward. Yao Bing pushed open the door of the hallway and motioned for us to enter.

As soon as I walked into the corridor inside, I immediately felt that the temperature had dropped several degrees, and it was very cold. The walls on both sides of the corridor are rough concrete walls, which look very solid. We walked slowly forward, because there were many people, and we also had a little courage, and shone our flashlights on the wall. After a closer look, I realized that something was wrong. The handprints on the wall were obviously not left by one person, some were large and some were small. The monkey dared to stretch out his palm and measure it, and the smaller palm was about one-third of his, and it looked like a minor.

I asked Yao Bing if there were any children in the experiment at that time. Yao Bing didn't say anything, just nodded.

"Then there are women too?" I frowned.

Yao Bing is very serious: "Women are also very important experimental materials. He glanced at Zhong Xiu and didn't say anything. Liu Xiaojun interjected at the end: "The Japanese study internal objects, and they believe that this substance can be extracted directly from a woman's lower body." After speaking, he didn't say more, but it is conceivable that this kind of experiment is really unspeakable.

I felt a chill on my body when I heard it, and I looked at the blood marks all over the wall, as if I had walked into a different dimension. As he was walking, Zhong Xiu stopped and said, "Wait." ”

At this time, we were standing in the middle of the hallway, and everyone stopped in surprise.

"It seems to be a voice, listen carefully." Zhong Xiu said.

I was so nervous that I could only hear my own pounding heartbeat at this time. I barely managed to compose, took a deep breath, and squinted again to listen. It seems to be able to hear and not hear, I really can't tell what it is, it's like auditory hallucinations.

Yang Muyun coughed and said slowly: "It's the wind." ”

"Yes, it's the wind, do you hear it?" Zhong Xiu said.

No one spoke, there was silence all around, and I listened carefully again with my ears sideways. There was indeed a faint sound of "whine" air currents, which blew from the depths of the darkness opposite, rubbed against us, and blew out again. This is dozens of meters underground, how can such a strange natural phenomenon occur? There's so much to explain here that it's hard to imagine what would happen if you entered that mysterious underworld laboratory.

We continued to walk inside, gradually coming to the end of the hallway. There was a black iron door that was tightly closed on both sides, covered with rust, and when viewed from a distance, it revealed an extremely heavy sense of oppression. The door is not empty, and there are many strange symbols drawn, densely connected together, which makes people's scalp tingle to see.

These symbols are all written in red paint, the glyph is particularly strange, I have never seen such a text, unlike Chinese and not like Japanese, and its complexity makes it look like a text to a little like a pattern.

When we came to this door, Yang Muyun asked in surprise, "What is written on the door?" ”

Yao Bing said: "This is a yin-yang text written by a Japanese onmyoji, and the legend is that it first came from the Central Plains. ”

"What is Yin-Yang Script?" Someone asked.

"Onmyo, also known as the Neombolon, is a very secret special script, and as far as I know, only a few schools of the Onmyo-style in Japan know how to use it. To put it simply, these words are not written for the living, but ...... Written to the dead and written to Hades. Yao Bing said quietly.

We looked at each other, and a gloomy atmosphere flowed through the crowd.

Yao Bing shook the door with a flashlight, and in the light and shadow, he could see that the stitches of these words were very dense, and the strokes did not look like they were written down with a single stroke, but as if they were painted red with some sharp weapon, and they were dotted with a stroke of a stroke. Countless small dots are connected into strokes to form words, which is a great effort.

"Why are these words here?" The monkey asked.

Yao Bing said: "It's like a kind of enchantment." I don't know very well. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly a scream came from the ranks. We followed the sound of the flashlight to shine, and in the light and shadow, we saw Liu Xiaojun kneeling on the ground and covering his head and screaming non-stop. His identity can be hidden from others, but he can't hide from the people in the team, although everyone doesn't know him well, but they all know that he has a great relationship with mountain monkeys.

If someone else has an abnormality, everyone can quickly go to medical help. But Liu Xiaojun, after all, is not a human being, and no one knows what is wrong with him.

Liu Xiaojun was lying on the ground, his body was as stiff as a prawn, his entire facial features were distorted, and his expression was very scary. With his miserable ghost-white face, it was impossible to look at directly. His cry was very high-pitched, high and low, and he howled in a certain high-pitched area without stopping, which was particularly terrifying in this extremely dark corridor covered with strange handprints.

Yang Muyun glared: "I can't let him call him like that anymore, hurry up and get him out." ”

The two bodyguards behind him responded to the call, walked in front of Liu Xiaojun, one raised his head and the other raised his feet, and walked out along the corridor.

Liu Xiaojun's miserable and sharp voice echoed no matter how far it came out of the corridor, and it was really a sense of suffocation when I heard it. My hands were trembling, and I could barely hold my flashlight. I couldn't help but go backwards, and wanted to rest against the wall for a while, but then I thought that the wall was full of blood marks, and my scalp exploded, and I immediately took a few steps forward.

It didn't take long to hear the door at the other end of the corridor open, footsteps sounded again, and two bodyguards walked back. They nodded towards Yang Muyun: "Send him out." ”

Yang Muyun waved his hand: "Don't pay attention to him." ”

The monkey frowned: "What is the name of this weird ghost?" ”

"Whatever, he won't die." It was said.

My heart was pounding, and I had already guessed a few points. Liu Xiaojun's physique is different from normal people, he can sense something, something that makes him very uncomfortable. But he had to rely on this kind of thing to free himself, and now, in front of this door, it was clear that he sensed it. I took a deep breath, that mysterious thing should be inside this door.

Yao Bing walked to the door, held the handle, and with a little force, he only heard a "squeak" and the door opened. He gently pushed the door open, and we imagined it all together, and we shone a flashlight together, but no one expected this to appear in the door.

There was another door in the door.

Inside, the door is made of barbed wire, which resembles a protective net. Between the wire grids were tiny, dark gaps, and nothing could be seen inside. We shone our flashlights at us, and there was a sign hanging on the barbed wire, covered in a thick layer of dust, with a few Japanese characters written on it.

Zhong Xiu wiped it lightly with his gloves and said, "This is a warning slogan, don't let outsiders in." ”

Yang Muyun's voice trembled: "Open the door." ”

The two bodyguards were really dedicated, and they stepped forward and pushed open the wire door. Yang Muyun didn't know where to find these two people, and he could do whatever he wanted. Looking at this posture, even if they are allowed to die, these two people will not have a second word.

After the barbed wire door opened, we cautiously walked inside. This is supposed to be the core area of the Experimental Gates of the Netherworld.

It's dark and not in the middle of winter, and you can't see anything. I could faintly feel the cold wind gusting all over the body, and our flashlights seemed to be collectively broken, and the light emitted was very weak, almost only shining at a distance of one or two meters in front of us. The thick darkness is like substance, and the light cannot penetrate at all.

We walked cautiously forward, the light flickering, as if walking in a mysterious mountain cave.

Not far away, someone shouted: "There is something!" ”

We shone our flashlights together, and when we looked at the light, an operating chair appeared in the darkness. The chair was very tall and tattered, revealing the blackened cotton wool inside. On the chair, there sat a withered corpse. The corpse was dressed in tattered prison clothes, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. It took too long to die, and the dehydration was so severe that it shrank to less than a meter. It can be seen that the man died a painful death, his eye sockets are two black holes, he is looking straight up at the ceiling, his mouth is very large, and his facial muscles are asymmetrically distorted, which looks very scary.

What's weird is that there's an old helmet stuck on the man's head. The helmet was dusty and dark, and there were many red, red, green, and green lines extending behind it, dragging them to the ground, and I don't know where to go.

We walked over and looked very closely. Yang Muyun asked Yao Bing: "What's going on?" ”

Yao Bing looked at us and didn't speak for a while. After a while, he said, "I don't know." ”

He patted Yang Muyun, and the two of them walked to a corner where no one was talking and didn't know what to say. When he came back, Yang Muyun's face was ugly. The monkey couldn't help but ask, "What the hell are the Japanese doing?" ”

Yang Muyun motioned for everyone to continue walking inside.

The horror in my heart was indescribable. The space in this lab should be so large that we can't see the edge around us at all. As far as the eye can see, there are all such dilapidated operating chairs, densely packed, there can probably be dozens. On each operating chair sat a dead man, some of them dried corpses, some of them as a pile of dry bones. Every dead man had a helmet on his head.