After the fat man went up, I heard various sounds—his coughing, dragging of various things, and these sounds lasted for more than ten minutes.
I finally got impatiently waiting below, and asked anxiously: "What's the matter? What's the matter? What's the matter with them?"
I was very worried. When I heard that the old woman and the little brother were there, my heart was already tense. Then the fat man told me that I might not be able to accept it when I went up.
Can I really accept it
Not necessarily, I really don't think it is. When I entered the ancient building, I had already told myself very clearly in my heart that I was likely to face some death-I had such a prejudgment.
On a larger level, I have been doing psychological construction of their dead from the beginning. Therefore, I can face death, but the process is not particularly comfortable.
I asked several times before the fat man poked his head out and said to me, "Come on."
If my heart said you just said something casually, it's dead, is there any problem? I have to look at it myself.
I reached out and grabbed the fat man, stepped on the edge of the burnt coffin, and managed to climb up.
Above it is a very, very small mezzanine, about one meter two to three storeys high. I saw that it was crowded with people, all of them from the old woman Huo's team.
There is an indescribable smell in the entire mezzanine.
The smell of urine and feces, the smell of decay, are almost unrecognizable.
I covered my nose and mouth, and saw a lot of traces of dried up liquid on the ground.
The liquid should have flowed from the place where these people lay, and it has dried on the wooden floor, leaving a crimson mark.
The fat man kept coughing and said to me, "Basically all are dead."
I looked around, and it was difficult to identify these people in the dark.
The first thing I recognized was the old lady Huo, because her characteristics were very obvious, I crawled over and came to her.
I found out that she had been dead for a long time, even her eyes had become muddy and turned into an amber color, her mouth was wide open, and her facial expression looked particularly restless.
She must have died quite unwillingly, I said to my heart.
I sighed. To tell the truth, I have no feelings for Mrs. Huo, but she is an elder after all. Seeing the person I knew turned into a corpse, I still couldn't restrain the sadness in my heart.
Looking to the side, I saw several faces I knew, but now they are all stiff. After his death, feces and urine flowed.
All of these masters who are always the best in the world have become this kind of picture now, which is a bit unsightly.
"Where is my little brother?" My heart sank completely, knowing that everything is over. Although it was different from what the ghost said, they seemed to have found a place to avoid the alkaline mist, but the result was still the same.
Surprisingly, I did not feel sad, but I could feel a strong emotion that would spew out at any time. This emotion surpassed all feelings. Its name is "collapse."
But I suppressed it abruptly. I don't know if my ability to escape reality has grown to a certain level, or my mind can't accept such information and chose to bypass it by myself.
The fat man took a flashlight to the corner next to him, where there was a pile of clothes, and said to me, "Don't look at it first.
Let's first see if there is anything of value here, it's too stinky. "
I cursed in my heart: "Can you be more ruthless? My little brother is dead and still smells bad." Thinking about it, I walked over and pulled away the clothes over there. I saw the little brother's face shrunk in the pile of clothes at once.
I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly stiffened. At that moment, my mind went blank.
I can't describe the blankness in my heart, and suddenly I don't know what I should do.
died
Are you kidding me
Really dead? Hello, what kind of international joke is this.
"Wake up and go home." I patted his face. Suddenly I thought it was funny. I turned my head and smiled at the fat man: "Look at my brother."
"I know." The fat man said in a low voice.
Then, my hands began to shake without my own control. I looked at my hands and found that there was no sadness in my heart. My consciousness did not respond, but my body had already felt despair instinctively.
Xin said that your mother is sitting down, dead, and the stuffy oil bottle is dead!
There is such a thing in this world, and the stuffy oil bottle will die. This Zhangjia ancient building is really amazing.
I have always felt that the ghost image is alarmist, but now it just feels like the sky is spinning.
The stuffy oil bottle is a miracle. His death suddenly makes people feel that the whole world has become extremely real and cruel.
Can't all the miracles in this world be eternal? Or, there was no such thing as a miracle originally, everything was a coincidence, but now the coincidence is finally gone.
After a long time, I started to feel a faint sadness.
I can feel that my instincts are suppressing the emotions of collapse, but all kinds of uncomfortable feelings are still leaking out of the emotional "pressure cooker".
I feel that I can't let my emotions go. Once I feel sad, I might die here too.
The feeling in my heart is very strange, not only sad, but I don’t know if others can understand my complicated mood.
The first is despair, and then it is more of a distrust of what I see before my eyes. My mind was blank for a long time, and all the emotions in my heart came out.
I always wondered how I would feel if the stuffy oil bottle died. I thought that maybe it was very sad, maybe because I thought too much.
After doing too many psychological constructions, I became a little numb and felt that I could bear it completely. Now that I have really met, it has become a strange mood that I can't handle by myself.
After this, I have been in a kind of entanglement, I don't know if I should be sad, or pretend to be calm and hold back the pain. In the end, it is the former who slowly gains the upper hand.
I did nothing beside his body, just stared blankly.
But just when I felt the tears were about to shed, I suddenly saw the stuffy oil bottle's hand and scratched the floor.
The fat man shouted on the side: "What are you doing? Don't look at it, hurry up and help."
My tears still fell because of inertia, but the feeling in my heart was extremely complicated. Turning my head, I stammered at the fat man, "He, he, he seems to be cheating on a corpse!"
"Damn, brother can cheat the corpse, that should be such an awesome zongzi, the king of zongzi." Fatty said, "Don't be bullshit, hurry up."
"He, he, he really cheated the corpse!"
I said, there were countless associations in my heart. I thought if my brother really turned into a zombie, what should I do? Shall we go to the tomb with a zombie
That's not a tomb robbery, it's a diplomatic activity.
The fat man looked at me with a strange expression, so he asked me, "What the hell is going on?" He said and walked over. After walking a few steps, suddenly, the other corpse next to him also moved.
The fat man was not afraid, and walked directly to my side.
I pointed to the corpse he passed by, and stammered: "That person also moved. This is the corpse breeding ground? They all cheated the corpse."
"These people are still alive in any corpse breeding ground," said the fat man.
"Alive?" I couldn't understand. The fat man said: "I didn't say that all of them are dead! Many people are alive, but the situation is not very good.
Hurry up and see if there are any useful things around you—water, blood, or anything else, and everyone who is alive feeds some water. "
I realized that what he said just now meant this, so I cursed: "You didn't say it earlier, I was scared to death by you."
"I'm not the same as you. You are thinking about life and death, but what I'm thinking about is how many people can be saved." The fat man said, "Brother's pulse is still stable. I just touched it. Here are some of them. You are definitely not working. You. Hurry up and rescue the hospice by the way."
I glanced at the little brother, his face was very pale, and he looked the same as the corpses around him. I went up and touched his neck, there was a real pulse.
However, the pulse is not very strong, obviously his physical condition is already very bad.
In an instant, all my emotions receded like a low tide, and the whole person softened. I almost fainted in the dark, my heart said ***, which scared me to death.
The fat man patted his hand again, attracting my attention: "Help people, brother is okay, don't patronize brother, these people are raised by parents."
The fat man was right. In this case, if I didn't save other people but only saved my little brother, it would also violate my principle of being a human being.
I took a deep breath, let the exhaustion caused by the dramatic changes in my heart dissipate, and settled down.
I walked up to those people and pulled out the jug from them—the water in it was a bit stale after being left for too long.
We put the disinfectant in it, and then one by one we looked for those who still had pulses and asked questions, and fed them mouthfuls of water.
Those people are almost unaware, and their bodies have weakened to the limit. Some are exactly the same as the corpse.
"What is the reason? Is it poisoning?" I asked the fat man.
The fat guy pulled away the hair and collars of these people. I saw the festered skin on their bodies.
"You can see that many of the gaps here are filled with cloth strips and wax, which basically seals this place. Although the amount of mist here is very small, the mist is still highly toxic.
If you stay here for a long time, you will slowly inhale a lot, and you will still be poisoned. "
The fat man said, "You die in one second if you fall into potassium cyanide, and you die in one second if you inhale potassium cyanide-this is a truth."
"You uneducated even know potassium cyanide." I said.
"Of course, anyone who has read detective novels knows." The fat man said, "KCN and Fearless are my idols."
I said: "Then what do these people do? Do you think there is anything that can be used in their **?"
"If there is something that can be used, they would have used it.
But did you find out, none of them wear gas masks. It seems that the gas mask is of no use to this kind of gas. "
I think it’s weird in my heart—in this case, people who can wear a gas mask will definitely wear it.
I saw several gas masks scattered all around, not knowing what was going on.
"That's how it was when you came up?" I asked. The fat man nodded.
I thought about it and felt wrong, and said: "You are wrong, they must have been wearing gas masks before.
But apparently someone had found this place, and someone had checked their faces to see who had died, so they took off the gas mask. "
The fat man nodded when he heard: "It makes sense, who is it?"
I thought about it, and felt that the most likely reason was that their opinions had disagreements. The team was divided into two parts-one part might be led by the stuffy bottle, and the other part led by the old lady Huo.
Then the old lady Huo encountered some danger, and the stuffed oil bottle came over to them.
After arriving, I found that old lady Huo was no longer good, and the stuffy oil bottle was also trapped.
Therefore, the talents here have two different states, one is dead, and the other has one last breath.
The stuffy oil bottle must have been poisoned after it came in.
But the poison should have been dispersed, so he removed the gas masks of these people to see who these people were.
I think this is most likely to happen based on the current situation.
However, thinking about it, I realized that it was wrong—it was also possible that it was Jude Kao who came in and found this place.
I remembered that my little brother's knife was in Jude Kao's hand, and said that one of the buddies brought it out. It seems that the buddy must have been here.
Even if he hadn't been there, someone must have taken the knife out of here and handed it to him.
I thought of the horrible look of the guy and the look he looked at me, and I still felt strange in my heart. No one knew what that look meant, and now I can't verify it.
We searched around this secret room and found a secret door through which we could go out. This should be a compartment where some formal burial objects are piled up.
After I opened the door, I found that the door was full of things—all kinds of strange blue and white porcelain vases.
However, the most valuable thing is not the porcelain bottle itself, but the clothes rolled in the porcelain bottle. All these things were piled up outside the secret room indiscriminately.
I understood at a glance, why there is such a secret room and why the old lady Huo entered this place.
Because this is a calligraphy and painting room, it may be filled with all kinds of valuable calligraphy and painting. If these calligraphy and paintings are soaked in a strong alkali mist, they will never be preserved.
At that time, the design of the style of the Zhangjia ancient building must have specially designed this sealed room to protect these calligraphy and paintings.
The old lady Huo must have found this room after looking at the design drawings of Xing Lei.
Sure enough, he is a master. If it weren't for this trick, they might have completely melted now, and I could only see a lot of bones full of dried meat. At that time, I could only judge which is the stuffy oil bottle based on the length of the bones' fingers.