Ghost Blowing Lantern II

In the darkness, I touched something hard and dry on the table in front of me. I gently twisted it with my hand, and a layer of soot-like debris was removed. Judging from the feeling from my fingers, those There were hard dead bones inside the foam. It was nothing to touch the dead bones, but I clearly remembered dragging the Russian zombie into the sewer and burning it until it was like coke. The skin, flesh and hair were all turned into black carbon, leaving only The remaining bones couldn't be burned. Who brought the remaining burned corpses to the table?

I was so shocked that I had no time to think about it for a moment. It was pitch black in front of me. There should be matches and six-headed candlesticks that we found in the room on the table. I wanted to touch the lights on these things first so that I could see them clearly. I stretched out my hand forward to explore, and what I touched was not a match, but something hard and round with many holes on the surface. After touching it carefully, it turned out to be the head and bones of a dead man. My thumb just happened to press the skull. In the eye socket, his hand shook and he quickly threw it on the table.

At this moment, the skull landed on the table with a soft sound, and two green ghost fires suddenly appeared from the darkness. My whole body was shaken, and I felt that my body was frozen in place like a nightmare, and my mind was completely obsessed with the ghost fires. In the photo, the whole person seemed to have been hollowed out, leaving only a body like a walking corpse. He could neither breathe nor think. I didn’t believe that people had souls, but at this time I really experienced the soul coming out of the body. What does the shell taste like?

Just as I was losing my mind, there was a sudden shock in my arms. The blade of the Kangxi sword trembled and buzzed in its sheath. The sharp buzzing sound shook the air. The two will-o'-the-wisps' gazes then quietly retreated. I felt like I was coming from a nightmare. He broke free and cried out "ah". His eyes lit up and he saw that he was sitting upright on the chair. The candle in front of the table was only burning with only a small section. It was still not extinguished. There were some burning remnants scattered around the candle. The bones underneath.

I was sweating profusely, as if I had just had a nightmare, but the dream was so real. The remains of the Russian zombies on the table were clearly visible. It was obvious that this was not a dream. I looked around and rested around the table. The other three companions also woke up. These three people, including the fat man, were all covered in cold sweat and their faces were pale. Needless to say, they had the same experience as me just now, and they were almost carried away in their dreams. .

Ding Sitian said to us with her chest rising and falling: "If I say this, don't think that I am an idealist. This... this room... this room is just like the incineration room. There are really ghosts. Maybe that copper box A nightmare filled with undead?"

Ding Sitian was panicking and making random guesses, but no one refuted her remarks. She clearly wanted to sit down and rest for a while, but the four of them fell asleep by accident, and they had the same nightmare again. The skeletons of Russian zombies appeared again. I ran to the table inexplicably. It was not because I saw a ghost, but I felt that the chill I felt in my heart just now seemed familiar. I realized that it was probably not the Russian who was causing trouble. It was very likely that the ghost in the crematorium was still haunting us. I touched the long knife in my arms, thinking that thanks to the knife it could hold me down, otherwise I would have lost my life for no apparent reason. Are these horrific things related to the copper box mentioned in the suicide note? It seems that everyone in the institute died or disappeared at the same time some twenty years ago. What exactly happened here? The more unclear the truth is, the more unreliable it is in people's hearts. Everyone thinks that there is no need to delay any more, quickly find the map, and then quickly leave the place of right and wrong.

Judging from the burning degree of the candle, we slept for four or five hours. Although it was unplanned, my mind was much clearer than before. I picked up the unburned remains of the Russians and covered them with cloth. It was packed, and I found a cabinet in the house to put it in. Then I thought about how pitiful the Russian researcher was. He was locked up by the Japanese and refused to run away early or late. He only thought of running away when something happened. Maybe he was not willing to die after death. , so I said to the cabinet: "A person should live a great life and die gloriously. If you have not done anything useful to the people during your lifetime, you should keep your peace after death. Although what you did was coerced by others, But he is also helping the tyrants to commit evil. In the end, you will suffer the consequences of this. But you can't blame others, and your sins are boundless. If you don't look back soon, what's the point of repenting? Now that fascism has been completely destroyed, we will not be polite to you as a member of this house. Yes, it was confiscated on behalf of the people."

At this time, the other three people had already conducted a thorough search of the room, and finally found a pocket in the fireplace. The pocket was obviously an old-fashioned Russian carrying bag. It was made of canvas and was similar to the style of Mikoto. It had no zipper. And buttons, there is a drawstring at the mouth of the bag, which can be tightened by pulling it. This kind of bag has been popular in Russia since World War I. Before and after World War II, many such bags can also be seen in Northeast China, Manchuria and Mongolia. This kind of pocket is a typical Russian style, simple, rough, bulky and wear-resistant.

Lao Yangpi held up a candle to light it up. Ding Sitian and the fat man shook the bag open and looked at the items inside one by one. They found that the Russian's pocket was like a treasure bag, with everything in it. Yes, looking at the items he prepared, in addition to a kettle and a field lunch box, there were even some money and items, which may be used to make a living after escaping, as well as matches, windproof candles, and several bottles of chemicals containing dozens of grains. Medicines, these chemicals are necessary for escaping in the wild. They can detoxify, cleanse the intestines, support combustion, and make luminous marks, etc. However, we know the uses but cannot identify the categories of these chemicals, so we have to take them all together. These items were exactly what we needed. Ding Sitian separated them and put them aside, and threw the ones she didn't need on the table.

Then I found two Japanese-style engineer lighting tubes. This type of engineer lighting tube is different from our common flashlights. It is flat and boxy in shape. It is all black. It is about the size of two cigarette boxes and has a fist-sized mouth at the front. It is round and lies on a black iron box. There is no place to hold it on the back, but there is a fixed lifting ring on the top. When using it, you can tie it to your chest with a strap to perform various short-distance lighting operations. In the bag There are also matching dry batteries.

The other thing is some food. At that time, the Japanese army's logistics supply was primitive and backward, and there was no large-scale supply of field rations for the troops. However, as some special units, they enjoyed different treatment from ordinary troops, such as the navy, air force and many special departments. This Russian I probably got the help of the Japanese medical officer and stored some dehydrated dried fish, candies, cans and the like. I was worried that the food had spoiled, so I tasted a little and found that in the constant temperature environment of the basement, until now It is also edible, which may also be related to the special environment that allows the Russian zombie to survive to this day.

There was actually a "Southern Type 14" pistol wrapped in oilcloth in the bag. This gun was produced by a Japanese arsenal by imitating the German Luger pistol, which was the gun of the German Nazi officers. The gun body adopts a semi-automatic locking mechanism. It has a capacity of eight rounds. During the Anti-Japanese War, our country’s military and civilians commonly called this gun the “Tortoise Box.” Fatty used to have such a trophy at home. When he saw the “Tortoise Box” here, he felt like meeting an old friend. He picked it up and pushed and pulled it repeatedly. After a few clicks, the gun was tightly wrapped in oilcloth. There was no rust at all, and the magazine was full. However, there were congenital flaws in the design and craftsmanship of this broken gun. There were many problems with jamming, exploding the chamber, and misfiring. It was the most useful weapon to carry. At most it can be used for self-defense. The fat man didn’t care about anything as long as he had a gun in his hand. Without saying a word, he put the pistol on his waist. I said to him: "The box itself is not easy to use, and with this This gun has not been maintained for more than 20 years. You should take it easy. Try not to use this gun unless absolutely necessary. The bastard box is also called a suicide gun. If you can't hit the enemy, you are too small. If you hit yourself, you can't eat it. gone."

The fat man was about to brag to me about his skill with guns, when Ding Sitian suddenly said happily: "This piece of paper may be the map of the institute." As he said that, he picked up a blueprint from the debris, we stopped talking, and hurriedly I took the map and looked at it by the light of the candle. I was a little disappointed. There were two maps, one large and one small. The smaller one, the so-called institute facility map, was just hand-drawn with many marks on it. It looked like It's messy. The other large-scale map is the topographic map around Baiyan Cave, which connects the desert to the north and the grassland to the south. Lao Yangpi has always been familiar with those places, so this map doesn't mean much to us.

After looking at the structure diagram of the institute again and again, I realized that this place is very huge. Although the map is simple, it is intuitive and easy to understand, and it is also very complete. The main focus is the waterways distributed vertically and horizontally underground in the institute. Judging from the marks drawn on the map , the Russian's escape route starts from this basement, along the direction of the sewer, passes through the underground water pipe of the crematorium, then bypasses the completely enclosed prison area, and goes in a circle to the north. There are people who kill people invisibly at the mountain pass in the west from time to time. "Foehn", he obviously wanted to leave from the northern pass.

We had lingering fears about the basement. After looking at the map, we immediately found an escape route and decided to set off as soon as possible. We immediately packed up everything we needed and took the remaining bottles of foreign wine with us. The tail of capitalism had not been completely cut off. When I left, I gathered some rare foreign gadgets, and I didn't leave behind any wearable clothes or shoes. I saw a battle hat in the room, so I put it on my head. I lost my dog-skin hat and had a wound on my head. , not wearing a hat can easily lead to tetanus, and also prevent fleas and cockroaches from the sewer from falling into my hair. I made an excuse for myself, and finally distinguished my behavior from the low-awareness behavior of Lao Yangpi and others.

Back in the smelly sewer, I thought it was almost dawn outside, and I had an idea of ​​the route out of the desperate situation. Although things would be really troublesome after I went back, it was better than spending every moment in this haunted research institute. Frightened, we returned home as fast as an arrow could, and moved forward according to the map. According to the instructions on the escape route, we had to go back.

But before I had gone far, I noticed that Ding Sitian kept coughing, and her face looked wrong. I thought it was because the light was too dark, but I asked her to stop and take a closer look. She looked haggard, and her eyes and eyebrows were slightly swollen. Covered with an obvious layer of green air, she touched her forehead and found it was slightly hot. Although the fever was not high, her face seemed to be clearly ill.

I had long been worried about whether there would be any viruses and bacteria in the sewer crematorium. When I saw this, I couldn't help but be afraid for her: "Black Death? Plague? But it's not like contracting an infectious disease in this secret research institute. If everyone has a share, why don’t Fatty Lao Yangpi and I feel that there is anything abnormal?”

When Lao Yangpi and Fatty heard the commotion, they both stopped and looked at her. Lao Yangpi was familiar with medicinal herbs and was half a barefoot doctor. He looked at Ding Sitian's tongue, felt for her pulse, and said in surprise: "I'm afraid she's been hit by something." It’s poisonous…”

Ding Sitian was very strong-willed. When she was working in the educated youth camp, she would fight hard even if she got sick or suffered a disaster. She didn't want others to pity and take care of her. She wanted to hold on until we left here, but at this time she also knew that she couldn't hide it. "When I escaped from the incineration room, I was forced by the poisonous gas of the golden scale cricket, and I began to feel a little tight and sad in my chest. Because I saw that everyone was fine at the time, I didn't pay attention to it, even in the Russian room. I haven’t felt anything yet, but now this feeling is getting worse and worse, and I feel cold all over my body, I’m afraid I’ve been poisoned by crickets.”

The golden-scaled locust spewed poison at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and the poisonous mist it sprayed was very thick. At that time, we were trapped in the incineration room. Although we managed to escape before inhaling the deadly poisonous mist, the poison of the locust was so powerful that everyone in the basement at that time They all feel dizzy and nauseous. I am afraid that they have all inhaled some poison to some extent. The poison of the golden-scaled cricket is abnormally yin, and its poison is also a yin poison. If a man has a strong yang energy, it does not matter, but under the same conditions, a woman She was even more sensitive to the poison. Inhaling only a small amount of the poison was enough to make Ding Sitian unable to bear it. After a period of incubation, the attack finally began.

It is said that the woman was poisoned by the poison vomited by the golden scale cricket, and her mouth and eyes turned blue, accompanied by symptoms of persistent low-grade fever. She had visual hallucinations in her eyes and could see colorful colors. If there is no drug treatment and detoxification, she will die within about 24 hours. It can cause dizziness, difficulty breathing, general numbness, and in severe cases, coma and unconsciousness. Finally, death will occur due to paralysis of the respiratory system and muscle paralysis. In the advanced stage, even Hua Tuo will be reincarnated and there will be no recovery.

Lao Yangpi said anxiously: "It's hopeless. It's hard to find this kind of detoxifying herb on the grassland. Let's go back to the pastoral area and go to the hospital in Qili. It will take at least two days. Then won't this baby need to be treated?" Are you going to die?" The fat man was also anxious and said to me: "Lao Hu, do you have any ideas? Hurry up and think of a way for Si Tian, ​​we can't let her die like this."

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