Daomu Biji

I saw a piece of iron ladder. It was dark inside, but I could see water at the bottom.

It's really a manhole.

I thought about it and thought it was the same. There were holes in the lid. If it rained, I would have to fill them with water. The wire will definitely have to go further down.

The manhole was very small, and there was almost no room for me to turn around after I entered. After going down, there is a cubic space of about one meter below, which is full of water and fallen leaves. There is another hole on the left that can only be entered by crawling. I watched the wires go down and connect directly to this hole.

I held the flashlight in my mouth, crawled into the hole, and kept crawling forward.

This feeling reminded me of the time I climbed into the Thief's Cave, and I felt very uncomfortable. Gritting his teeth and persisting, he climbed six or seven meters and finally completed the passage.

I scanned it with my flashlight and found it. At the end of this passage is a room. The room is elevated, and the underground shelves are made of iron and wood. Water flows under the shelves. The shelves and wood were badly decayed. When I stepped on it, it felt like I was stepping on cotton.

There were several bookshelves on the shelf, a bed and a table, with a computer above it. A video recorder and a television, all of which were very moldy from moisture and had lots of mold on them.

The wires go to this computer in this room. But I didn't see anyone.

That person hasn't come back yet?

I was stunned for a moment and touched the computer. It's cold.

There were so many potted plants on the lid of the well where I came in just now. If he wanted to go out, he would have to remove those potted plants. He couldn't have come in and out where I came in.

I searched around the room with my flashlight and found a hole in the wall on the right. Water flowed in from the direction I came from and flowed out through this hole. I took a photo into my mouth. It's deep and no one is in it.

Who is his mother? There are people living in the sewers of the third uncle's house, but in such a secret way. I still keep in touch with my third uncle in this way.

This is so weird.

I shined my flashlight at the bookshelves, and they were all filled with video tapes.

My hands started to shake. Pulling out a box... I found that all the video tapes on the bookshelf were numbered, exactly the same as the boxes I received at that time. But there was something wrong with the feeling when I pulled it out, it was too light. When I opened it, I found it was empty.

I opened a few more boxes and found that they were all empty. I was surprised, why did he put the empty box here?

I calmed down for a while,

I feel very confused and I need to sort everything out a little bit.

There is a person under the third uncle's house. I kept in touch with my third uncle in a particularly strange way. Does Third Uncle know this person is here?

I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to be under Third Uncle’s nose. Third Uncle must have known about the construction of such a darkroom under his house, and even everything in the darkroom itself belonged to Third Uncle Anshu.

So how many years has this man been in this darkroom?

Judging from the rust on the wood and iron shelves, it's obvious these things have been there a long time. I can't tell exactly how long it will take, but I think it will take at least six or seven years, or even more, to reach this level of obsolescence. The upper limit could be decades. Although there is a lot of rain in Hangzhou, generally speaking, there must be a greater proportion of sunny days and cloudy days. According to this structure, this sewer pipe will definitely not have water all year round, so it can corrode to this extent. The time can be very long.

Judging from the appearance of this bed, this person must have lived here. I turned over the bed and quilt, they were all clean. And the quilt and bed are very neat. Obviously, although this person lives in this environment, he still maintains extreme self-discipline.

This person must be an extremely important person in the Third Uncle's plan, and may even be the most central figure. Otherwise it would not exist in this form.

But where is this person now? If he had to be in a place like this, he shouldn't go out that often.

This person must be someone who cannot exist in the world, so he hides in this way. This is a bit like the secret compartment where Anne lived in "The Diary of Anne Frank".

I sat down, rubbed my face, and listened to what was going on around me. Hearing nothing, he turned on the computer.

This computer is exactly the same model as Uncle San's. The computer started up and ran smoothly. Soon an interface that was exactly the same as the one on Uncle San's computer popped up.

I operated it a few times and found that it was the same as my third uncle’s computer. There was almost nothing inside.

I immediately opened my email software.

I see a blank list with only one email in it.

I clicked on it and immediately discovered that it was the last letter I wrote.

Others, both the inbox and the outbox, are completely blank.

I suddenly had an ominous premonition. I stood up, looked under the bed, opened all the video tape boxes on the bookshelf, and looked through the video recorders.

This last email proved that the person I was communicating with sent and received emails here.

However, there is nothing here.

If a person is hiding here, it cannot be like this. There will definitely be more traces of life. Or this person is a robot. He does nothing except sending and receiving emails and processing information.

This will definitely drive people crazy. If a person lived here, he would definitely go crazy.

I kept pacing in this small room, wondering what was going on. Is there more than one room in this room?

This is also possible. I thought to myself, squatting down and looking at the opening on the other side. Maybe crawl through this opening and there's another room. It's full of daily necessities, and there's even a basketball court and stuff. Maybe there will be an inflatable baby.

That person may be living in another room.

I take a deep breath. He squatted down and got in. This tube is narrower, and I have to shrink my stomach to squeeze in bit by bit. Halfway through the crowd, I realized that this guy was definitely not a big guy. If a big man lived like this every day, I would rather die.

All the way forward, after climbing about ten meters, a light suddenly appeared in front of us. I climbed out and found that the end was not another room as I thought, but a wooden board with holes all over it, allowing light to shine through.

I pushed the board aside and discovered it immediately. This is a dark alley.

The so-called dark alley is that when farmers' houses were built in the past, two houses would be next to each other, and a very narrow passage would be formed in the middle, with the walls of the two houses on both sides. This kind of building structure is very unsafe, because thieves can climb up the stairs step by step by stepping on the walls on both sides, so many residents simply connect their own walls with those of their neighbors to seal off the two entrances to the long and narrow passage.

In this way, people will soon forget that there is a very narrow space between their own house and the neighbor's house.

This structure is used by many antique dealers. Many times, this is used to store contraband.

The man in the dark alley could only pass sideways, and it was almost impossible to go back to the hole after coming out. I walked sideways to the wall, where there were a few bricks that I could use for strength, and I stepped on them. Then climb over the wall and go down.

Going down is the outer wall of the third uncle's house. I looked around and felt baffled myself. I could only go back through the main entrance in despair, wondering what was going on?

I walked around the yard and touched my head. If this is the structure. This means that the guy underground must have gone out from the dark alley just like me.

Then why will he come back later? Should we still climb back over the wall from there? I thought to myself that would be okay, I could go to the dark alley to block him. The place was so narrow that he wouldn't be able to escape no matter what.

But I thought about it and thought it would be more appropriate to block him in his room.

I went down into the manhole again and reached that room.

This time I was so tired that I was out of breath. I sat down on the chair and focused my attention on the passage. As long as anything sticks out from inside, I will pounce on him and pin him to death.

I didn't dare to turn on the flashlight, so I stayed quietly in the dark.

I don’t know how long it took. I was in a trance, and suddenly I heard someone speaking. I rushed out of my trance and immediately held my breath and looked towards the entrance of the passage.

It's dark over there

I was stunned for a moment, hearing hallucinations?

Just as he finished thinking, another voice came.

"friend."

I don't know which corner of the room this sound came from. I was so scared that I almost peed my pants. I immediately turned on the flashlight and shot it everywhere like a machine gun.

But after taking a look around, I found that there was still no one in the room. Is it in the sewer? I was just about to take a photo when the voice rang again: "Turn on the computer"

I was startled, and this time I could clearly distinguish that the sound was coming from the ceiling.

At that moment, I suddenly felt that something seemed to be hanging on the roof of this room, and I immediately looked up. To be continued