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We walked over, and at the front was a small two-story building, presumably used for offices, and behind it were some simple buildings, most of which had collapsed.

Brother Qiang took a look at the situation inside the house, a simple wooden board made of a bed, and a woman's shoe was thrown in a corner. The dust is so thick that you can't see the color anymore" Clever, look at the house when the workers lived in such a place? I smiled, admiring Brother Qiang's imagination, the pattern of the pig's nest is indeed like this, a small nest in the back, and a small yard in front.

This kind of house layout has always existed, and it is not exclusive to that era. I looked at the small building, and it was the kind of external staircase, which was mostly seen in the 60s and 80s. I walked up to the small building, intending to go up and have a look.

There was nothing in the first room, and from the second room there were desks, chairs, and some filing cabinets.

I beckoned them to come up" The people here seemed to be in a hurry to leave, and all the office belongings were thrown away. ”

I pulled open the drawer of the table, and there was a musty smell coming out of it, and there were a few candles in it, flattened and clumped. I broke the candle and lit it on the table. Everyone else went to other rooms, and Brother Qiang rummaged through the filing cabinets.

I opened the other drawers, but I didn't expect that there were a few food stamps scattered inside, and then a notebook.

Food stamps are a product of the planned economy, which indirectly indicates the general age of its existence. I took out my notebook, and drew a portrait of a woman on the cover leaf, with her long hair tied behind her back, although it was a pencil drawing, but it was youthful and beautiful. I chuckled, I didn't expect to be a literary youth.

Turning the title page, there are scattered diaries written in it. I don't write it every day, but I write down some of the things that happened at that time.

July 12, light rain. A group of six of us braved the rain to come to the mine, which is indeed a rich mine with great mining value, with a high iron and aluminum content, and it does not even need to be sent to the laboratory......

On August 16, it was too hot and there were many mosquitoes...... The workers were in full swing, and truckloads of ore were sent away......

On the second day of February, the mountain was blown up by the bombing of the mountain today, and the water in the lake flowed out. The mine began to stop, and the head said that he would not be able to continue until the water in the lake dried up, and there was already a lot of ice ballast on the ground, and one worker even said in public that he had seen a ghost......

On March 8, the workers who saw the ghost were killed because they were superstitious and not pure materialists, and many others had said that they had seen the same scene before......

On April 20, the scene was so scary that the worker didn't lie, but I didn't even dare to tell the truth, and no one would believe me if I said it...... When can I get out of here, Juan, I miss you......

June 6th, today is my birthday, but I saw that scene again, it was terrible. I don't think I'll ever dare to go back to sleep in my dorm again. The whole mountain has been completely split, one mine has been doubled, and the number of workers has nearly doubled......

On June 7th, fortunately, I moved to the office, and Zhang Gong, who lived with me, passed away, and I didn't dare to look at him......

On June 8th, Juan wrote to say that my father-in-law agreed to let us go back to get married, and the happiness I had been waiting for for two years finally came, and I never wanted to come back to this hell......

On June 14, many workers died last night, and the chief engineer was among them, and the above finally began to pay attention to it, but with the lessons of the past, no one dared to tell the truth......

On June 22, the tickets were bought and I was finally able to leave. Survive tonight......

I sighed, hoping that this literary and artistic young man could rest in peace. There was a ticket in the notebook, and it seemed that he still didn't get out in the end.

I read the diary of a literary youth very quickly, and almost all the trivial chapters were skipped. When I looked up, the wick of the candle was on the side, and the candle tears flowed down.

"Brother Qiang. I shouted, Brother Qiang left at some point, it is impossible to be interested in things like books and books for a rough person like him. The drawers were opened one by one, and there were some work logs on the mine, which were organized in an orderly manner.

I blew out the candle, turned on the flashlight and walked out, and suddenly a hand pressed on the flashlight, which startled me, and Brother Qiang whispered, "The flashlight is off." There is a case outside. ”

Several people were squatting in the corridor on the second floor, sticking out their heads and looking out. I also looked out as they did, and saw nothing. I felt that they were making a fuss, and just as they were about to open their mouths to ask if they had found any valuable clues or something, there was a sound of Suo Suo in the distance, followed by a green light.

I am so impressed by this green light, which is the kind of light emitted by the green light jellyfish underwater. But there are too many in the distance, forming a tide rushing over.

The sounds became clear, like the sound of a group of people rubbing the ground at the same time, the grinding of fine ore on the ground.

"What's going on? Is there really a ghost?" my scalp was numb, and some inexplicable things spread on myself made me feel a chill in my heart.

Yu Tianyi glanced at me, "There can't be ghosts in this world, these sounds may be made by zongzi." ”

Diao Nan meant to go down and see, he didn't believe in evil, and it was impossible for Zongzi to take off his head silently.

The green light did not leave the valley, but circled around the valley and then retreated. Diao Nan touched his head and looked at where they had stopped.

When the green light faded, the whole world seemed to be quiet. Diao Nan hurriedly walked downstairs and ran to the place where the green light stopped.

Diao Nan looked left and right, and finally lowered his head and picked up the stones on the ground, "Follow my direction, get out of my way." There's something down here. ”

The ore was rough, and I assembled the sapper shovel, but it was obvious that it was not very useful, so I insisted on turning the stone to the sides with my hands.

Brother Qiang Diao Nan dug down more than fifty centimeters, and at this time we were already covered in stinky sweat. "Found it. Brother Qiang shouted: "Let's do this inverted bucket or dig a grave." I almost thought I was a mole. ”

Diao Nan jumped over and looked, "Sure enough, something happened here, there was a master who arranged a formation here, and there was no obstacle for the living to enter and exit, but the zongzi would not work." ”

I looked up and saw a slightly flattened stone with some runes in its curvatures.

"This is the handiwork of an authentic Maoshan Taoist, and ordinary people don't dare to touch the things here at all. The green light I saw just now should be the workers here. ”

Brother Qiang shuddered, "Don't be kidding, so many workers have become zongzi all of a sudden, will they not care? ”

Diao Nan asked us to help bury the pit again, "It's over, I'm afraid I can't take care of it." In the end, I could only find a Taoist priest from Maoshan who was deep in the Tao and came here to calm down. ”