Daomu Biji - Chapter 504

I saw a piece of metal ladder, which was very dark inside, but I could see there was water at the bottom.

Is really a cellar.

I thought about it, and I think it is also, the lid is full of holes, if it rains, it must be poured in, and the wire must still continue to go down for a while.

The cellar is very small, and after I entered, there was hardly any space for me to turn around. After going down, there is a cubic space of about one meter, full of water and fallen leaves. There is also a hole on the left that can only be accessed by crawling. I watched the wire go all the way and connected directly to this hole.

I bit the flashlight with my mouth, climbed into the hole, and climbed forward.

This kind of feeling reminded me again when climbing a robbery hole. I felt very uncomfortable. I clenched my teeth and insisted. I climbed six or seven meters and finally finished the passage.

Swept the flashlight, and I found that at the end of the passage is a room. The room is overhead, the shelves in the ground are made of iron and wood, and water flows under the shelves. The shelf and the wood rotted so badly, I stepped on it, it felt like I was stepping on cotton.

There are several bookshelves, a bed and a table on the shelf, and there is a computer, a VCR and a TV on the table. All of these things have become very powerful because of moisture mold, and there are many mold spots on it.

The wire went to this computer in this room. But I didn’t see anyone.

That person has not come back yet?

I froze for a moment and touched the computer, it was cold.

The lid of the wellhead I just came in was pressed with so many pots. If he wants to go out, he must remove those pots. He couldn’t come in from where I came in.

I searched the room with a flashlight, and found that there was a mouth on the wall on the right. Water came in from the direction where I came, and flowed out from this mouth. I took a picture in the mouth, very deep, no one was inside.

Who the **** is this? Even if someone lives in the sewer of Sanshu’s house, still in such a secret way, he still keeps in touch with Sanshu in this way.

This **** is too weird.

I flashed a few flashlights towards the bookshelves, and all of them were on tape.

My hands began to tremble and I pulled out a box … I found that all the video tapes on the bookshelf were numbered, exactly the same as the boxes I received at the time. But I felt a little wrong when I pulled it out, it was too light. When I opened it, it turned out to be 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, my heart was very confused, and I wanted to take care of everything.

There is a person under Uncle San ’s house, and he keeps in touch with him in a particularly strange way. Does Uncle know that this person is here?

I do n’t think anyone can make such a dark room under the eyes of the third uncle, under the house of the third uncle, the third uncle must know, even everything in this dark room is arranged by the third uncle.

So how many years has this person been in this dark room?

Judging from the degree of rust of these wood and iron shelves, these things have obviously been around for a long time. I can’t judge exactly how long it is, but I think it takes at least six or seven years to reach this old level, and even the upper limit may reach several decades. Although there is a lot of rain in Hangzhou, on the whole, it is definitely sunny and cloudy. According to this structure, this sewer pipe must not have water all year round, so it can be corroded to this extent, the time may be very long.

Judging from the appearance of this bed, this person must have lived here. I turned the bed and the quilt, they were very clean, and the quilt and the bed were 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 character, otherwise it would not be possible to exist in such a form.

But where did this person go now? If he must stay in such a place, he should not go out often.

This person must be a person who cannot exist in the world, so he hides in this way, which is a bit like the secret cell where Anne in “Diary of Anne” lived at the time.

I sat down, rubbed my face, listened to the movements around me, and turned on the computer without hearing anything.

This computer and Sanshu’s are completely the same model. The computer started up very steadily, and it quickly popped up the same interface as the third uncle’s computer.

I operated it a few times and found that like Sanshu’s computer, there was almost nothing in it.

I immediately opened the mail software.

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

I opened it and found out that it was the last one I wrote.

Others, whether inbox or outbox, are completely blank.

Suddenly I had an ominous hunch. I stood up, looked under the bed, opened all the cassettes on the bookshelf, and looked at the VCR.

This last email proves that the person who exchanged emails with me sent and received emails here.

However, there is nothing here.

If it is a person hiding here, this is not the case, there will definitely be more traces of life. Either this person is a robot. He does nothing except send and receive emails to process messages.

This is absolutely crazy. If he lives here alone, he will definitely go crazy.

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

This is also possible. I thought to myself, squatted down and looked at the other side of the mouth. Maybe crawling through this mouth, there is another room, which is full of daily necessities, and even basketball courts, and maybe there are inflatable dolls.

The person may live in another room.

I took a deep breath, squatted down and got in. The pipe is narrower, and I have to shrink my stomach to squeeze in little by little. Halfway through, I realized that this person would definitely not be a big man. If it is a big man who lives like this every day, I would rather die.

Went all the way forward, climbed another dozen meters or so, and suddenly light appeared in front. I crawled out, and found that the end was not another room I thought, but a plank of wood. There were holes in the plank, and light came in.

I pushed the board away and found out that it was a dark alley.

The so-called dark alley is that when the peasant houses were built in the past, two houses were close together, and a very narrow passage was formed in the middle, and the walls of the two houses were on both sides. Such a building structure is very unsafe, because thieves can step on the stairs step by step on the walls on both sides, so many residents simply repaired their own walls and the walls of their neighbors to block the two entrances of the long and narrow passages.

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. In many cases, it is used to place some prohibited items.

This dark alley can only pass sideways, and after coming out, it is almost impossible to return to that hole. I came to the side of the wall sideways, there were a few bricks that I could borrow, I stepped on it, and then turned over the wall.

Going down is the outer wall of the third uncle’s house. I looked around, and I felt inexplicable. I can only go back from the main entrance in disgrace, and I said what is going on?

I walked around in the courtyard and touched my head. If it is such a structure, it means that this guy underground should be like me, going out of the dark alley.

So how can he come back later? Is it still coming back from there? I thought it would work, I could block him in a dark alley, the place was so narrow, he couldn’t escape anyway.

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

I went down to the cellar again, to the room.

This time, I was exhausted and panting. I sat down on the chair and focused on the passageway with a sharp focus. As soon as anything came out of it, I rushed to kill him.

I dared not turn on the flashlight and just stayed quietly in the dark.

I don’t know how long it has passed. I was a bit dazed and suddenly heard someone talking. I rushed back from the trance state at once, and an excited person immediately held his breath and looked in the direction of the passage opening.

It was dark over there.

I was stunned, auditory hallucination?

I just thought about it, and I heard another voice.

“Friend.”

I don’t know where this sound came from. I was so scared that I almost slammed into the urine and immediately turned on the flashlight, taking photos like a machine gun.

But after taking a photo, I found that there was still no one in the room. Is it in the sewer? I just wanted to take a photo, and the voice rang again: “Turn on the computer.”

I am an agitator. This time I clearly distinguished it. The sound came from the ceiling.

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