Ghost Blowing Lantern II

The four people gathered in front of the wall and were a little disappointed when they saw that there was no passage behind the two-layer brick wall. However, everyone wanted to see what was buried in the wall, so they used Kangxi's sword to pick up a kerosene lamp and shine it. Seeing clearly that there was a big iron block buried in the wall, it was cold and dark, and the four of them were indescribably surprised. Could it be that there was an iron wall behind the two layers of bricks?

I stretched out my hand and touched it, and my fingertips immediately felt a cold and thick feeling. An ominous premonition made my whole body tremble. I quickly calmed down, and after touching it carefully, I found this iron wall. There are also a few lines of raised text on it. You have to hold a lamp and put your eyes very close to see clearly. The four of us took turns to take a look. Those are not our Chinese characters, not numbers, and definitely not Japanese symbols. Or Japanese kanji.

We were confused. This cast-iron wall seemed to be an iron shell and was buried in the building. We didn't know how thick it was. What were the words on the iron block? Maybe being able to read it would reveal the secret, but at this moment, the kerosene lamp in his hand flashed twice, and then the lamp ran out of oil and went out.

As soon as the kerosene lamp went out, the inside of the completely enclosed building immediately became invisible. The other three companions and I could only hear each other by breathing. In the darkness, Ding Sitian touched my hand. I felt her fingers were cold and knew she was afraid. I was so cruel that I wanted to comfort her and tell her not to worry.

But when I think of the iron gate that suddenly fell down after everyone entered this weird building, the white hands on the windows, and the big iron block buried deep in the brick wall in front of them, I really can't think of anything that makes them distraught. The reasons for peace of mind can be told to her. What else can these unreasonable phenomena explain? Obviously this is a "ghost building", and I can't even believe it now. But not only do I not want to say this, but I guess no one would be willing to listen to it in this situation.

I took out half a box of matches in my pocket and lit one. In an absolutely dark environment, even a little light would make people feel the presence of hope. I looked at the other three people by the light of the match. Everyone. I'm still calm. I only have about twenty matches. Once I use them up, there will be no light source, so I can't use them unless necessary.

Lao Yangpi remembered that he had just seen some writings on the iron wall. He was illiterate and couldn't read a word, so he asked us: "What are the things printed on the iron bricks? You boys are all intellectual youths sent by the chairman." , can you recognize it accurately?"

The match burned to the root, and the surroundings once again fell into boundless darkness. I threw away the match that turned into ashes, and racked my brains to reproduce the font I just saw in my mind. It seemed to be a foreign code. For foreign languages, , we only learned some Russian, but it was only half-sounding. Later, the Soviet Union studied it and it was completely abandoned. However, Ding Sitian’s parents studied in the Soviet Union. Her Russian level is good, but the foreign language on the iron wall If it were English, no one would know us at all. Some schools started to teach English in 1964, but the content taught was not systematic. Instead, they just learned some short sentences, such as long life without boundaries, long live long live, etc. , none of the schools where several of us attended offered this course at that time.

But Ding Sitian said with certainty that those were definitely not Russian. Some letters in Russian were quite different from English letters. This could still be seen. At that time, Sino-Soviet relations were tense, and everyone had a strong sense of war preparedness. When it comes to foreign languages, I even suspect that there is a bomb in the iron wall, but after thinking about it carefully, I feel that such a thing is unlikely.

If it’s not the Soviet revisionists, it could be the American emperor. In the past, I had some American trophies seized in the battlefields of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, including foreign wine bottles, cigarette cases, stainless steel spoons, and the like. They were all miscellaneous objects, so I was very familiar with English. The understanding only stops at the level of "USA".

The fat man had a sudden thought: "During World War II, Japan and Germany were allies. I wonder if this could be in German? Or could it be US military supplies captured by the Japanese army on the Pacific battlefield?"

I said to the fat man: "Do you know what German is like?" The fat man said: "We don't know the American language either, so I think as long as it's not Russian or Japanese, it doesn't matter which country it is from, anyway. We don’t know each other.”

The fat man’s words gave me some inspiration, but inside the buildings built by the Japanese were iron blocks with foreign characters printed on them. What was this iron block used for? Why buried inside a brick wall? I have no clue at all, and the more I think about it, the more confused I become.

At this time Ding Sitian said to me: "Can you use another match? Let's take another look." I also had this intention, so I went to the hole in the brick wall, took out a match, and lit it with my hand. Holding the flame to prevent the weak flame from being blown out by everyone's breath, as soon as the light appeared, the dark iron wall immediately came into view.

Although the light was weak this time, everyone looked very carefully, and finally made another discovery. Just now they were only looking at the strange characters on the iron plate, and did not notice that the iron wall hidden behind the bricks was not a whole. Instead of a huge iron block, it was an iron cover that could be pulled open, like a low movable iron door. The fat man had just demolished the brick wall. Some bricks had not yet been removed, and the gaps on the edge of the iron cover were not fully exposed. The handle, which is molded into the lid, is also blocked by some bricks.

This discovery made everyone breathe faster, and the match was extinguished at this time. The fat man groped in the dark to remove the remaining bricks. Ding Sitian asked me: "Bayi, it turns out this is a lid that can be opened and closed, like an iron door. , but if it is a door, it may not be too small. People have to lie down to get in. If it is not an iron door, what is it used for?"

Lao Yangpi interrupted: "Sitian, you girl, why are you so curious about these things? I have never encountered such a strange thing in my entire life. I think there must not be a good place behind this iron wall, otherwise Why is it so well hidden? If you open it, you might release some evil ghosts. What a crime. I don’t know which god I offended in my previous life..."

I advised Lao Yangpi that there are no ghosts in the world, and people can disturb themselves. Although what happened in this building is strange, I believe that everything has its roots. It’s just that we only glimpsed at a corner and failed to see the overall situation. Therefore, we can’t be confused by those involved. Act as a hero in the Hall of Hell - wait for death with your eyes closed. Don't just wear the cloak of Marxism-Leninism and do stupid things like opening the temple door wide without burning incense and promising pigs and sheep when the time comes. Yes, if you can open the iron lid later, if anything happens, Fatty and I will be the first to hold it.

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