Chapter 8 Chapter Eight 306

I got out of the car and paid, checked the blurred house number at the door, and found that the address on the note was indeed here.My heart is a little hairy.My heart said, isn’t this the kind of uninhabited ghost house that we used to explore when we were young? How could someone ask me to come to this kind of place?Are there still people living in it? The coachman was still counting the change I gave him, so I turned around and asked him, who lives here? The coachman shook his head and said he didn't know either, he only knew that the nursing home was built in the 1960s.Golmud is a military city with many officers. Many state leaders often come to inspect. This sanatorium was for the leaders at that time. In the mid-1980s, the sanatorium was withdrawn and it was changed into a theater building, so he also came here .At that time, there were only a few places in the east and west of the river, and I was lucky to meet him. If other tricycle drivers from the north, they would not be able to find this place.

I was dubious when I heard it. After the driver left, I was left alone on the whole street. I looked around, and it was pitch black. There was only a dim street lamp in front of the building. The ancient tomb has been down most of the night, this old house is afraid of something, and then pushed the door of the building. There is a wall outside the building, and the door on the wall is an arched mahogany door without a knocker. After pushing it a few times, I found that the door was locked with an iron chain behind it, and the door could not be opened, but this obstacle did not bother me.I looked around, and when I came to the lamppost, I climbed up in a few strokes and climbed over the wall.This is the skill of making trouble when I was a child, and it seems that I haven't lost it yet.

The courtyard inside was full of weeds. Those who jumped could know the blue bricks laid underneath, but the gaps were full of grass. There was still a dead tree in the courtyard, leaning against the courtyard wall on one side. When I walked up to the small building, I turned on the lighter and took a photo to understand its dilapidation. The windows and doors were carved, but they were all drooped, and there were spider webs everywhere. seal. I tore open a window and climbed in cautiously. Inside was a floor paved with blue bricks and a thick layer of dust. There was a lobby directly behind the door. There was nothing there, and it seemed empty.I raised the lighter, turned it around carefully, and found that it was a little familiar, and I broke out in a cold sweat when I thought about it again.

This lobby is where "I" crawled on the ground in Ah Ning's video tape. Come to the right place, I said to myself.I stood in the video tape and looked at it from the angle of the video camera. The angles of those blue bricks and those carved windows were exactly the same, and I became more and more sure of my thoughts.A kind of fear and excitement came out of my heart at the same time. Continue to walk in, and there is a revolving wooden staircase on the left side of the lobby. It is very simple, but it is revolving anyway, leading to the second floor.I tiptoed over and looked upstairs, only to see that the top of the stairs was pitch black and there was no light.

I took out the key in my pocket, 306, it should be on the third floor. This is somewhat strange, I looked down at the treads of the stairs, and found that the treads were covered with thick dust, but in the dust, I could see some footprints, obviously there were still people walking here. I lightly put my foot on the pedal and stepped on it, making a creaking sound, but it should be able to bear my weight, I gritted my teeth and walked up carefully. The darkness upstairs, coupled with the "creaking" sound of wood rubbing against each other, made me feel a little flustered, but after all, this place is not as good as the ancient tomb, and my nerves can withstand it.

Going all the way up to the second floor, I found that the aisle on the second floor was sealed with cement. There was no door, and it was completely sealed. According to the space downstairs, there should be several rooms behind the cement wall. It seems to be isolated, and the cement workers have done a rough job. I touched the wall and felt a little strange. Could it be that there was a problem with the structure of the house and reinforcements were made here? But it’s useless to be strange. I don’t have the extra energy to think about these issues at this time. I continue to go up to the third floor. What I see is a dark corridor with rooms on both sides of the corridor.But there is no light coming from under all the doors, there should be no one there, and there is an unpleasant mildew smell in the air.

I calmed down and walked into the corridor carefully, bypassing those spider webs, and saw the house numbers on the doors of those rooms covered with dust paint. I read all the way, feeling a little like the protagonist in those European and American suspense films. .Soon, I came to the door of the penultimate room in the corridor. I held up the hot lighter and looked at the door, only to see the door number: 306 on the lintel. At that moment, I wanted to knock on the door, but I thought it was funny again, so I hesitated at the door and took out the key.I inserted it into the keyhole of the door, and then turned it around. With a "click", the door was easily pushed in by me with the sharp friction of the door shaft.

The room is not big, and the inside is very dark, and the smell of mildew is getting worse when you go in. First, you poke your head through the crack of the door and find that there may be a window on one side of the room. contour.There seemed to be a lot of furniture against the wall in the room, which could not be clearly seen in the shadows formed by the street lights outside, but there was no one there. I took a deep breath, walked in cautiously, and lifted the already hot lighter. Under the faint light of the fire, everything around me became clear. This is a bedroom for one person. I saw a small bed in the corner. The mildew smell came from this bed. When I got closer, I found that the quilt on the bed had rotted and turned black. The smell was extremely bad. The quilt It was bulging, and at first glance one thought it was a dead person wrapped inside, but upon closer inspection, it was just the shape of a quilt.

Beside the bed, there is a writing desk, an ancient one similar to the wooden desk in elementary school, on which are some garbage, cloth, a few pieces of waste paper and some white lime blocks falling from the roof, all covered with thick of ash. Beside the writing desk is a big cabinet, three to four meters wide, taller than me. The wood on it is probably due to moisture swelling, and the door panels are cracked. If you look up, you can see the top of the cabinet. There are a lot of coal spots and water stains at the junction of the roof and the wall, and it is obvious that there will be water leakage here in rainy days.

This place seems to have been abandoned for a long time. The degree of dilapidation should have been more than five years. However, although the house is old, it is just ordinary old. Why did the person who sent the video tape hook me here?What information does he want me to get in this house? The uneasy mood at this time gradually calmed down as I adapted to the environment. I put the lighter on the table, and first started to rummage through the drawers of the wooden writing desk, pulling out the drawers one by one. But it was mostly empty inside, except for two drawers lined with old newspapers, so moldy that I dared not even touch them.

Nothing in the drawer, could it be the bed?I went to the edge of the bed, looked under the bed, it was full of cobwebs, but there was nothing, then took out a drawer from the side, used it as a tool, and pulled the quilt that was stuck together from the mattress I drove to see if there was something wrapped in it, but after I flicked it a few times, black sticky water came out of the quilt, and there were bugs in it. The musty smell was so strong that I was almost nauseated. I managed to get all the quilts on the ground, but I didn’t find anything. In fact, after I fiddled a few times, I realized that there would be nothing inside. Who would hide things in such a disgusting place. These two places are missing, so there is only this big cabinet left, but this cabinet has a lock. Although the door of the cabinet is cracked, it still takes some strength to open the cabinet, and it is impossible without tools. I didn't bring anything with me, so I had to look for it on the spot, and finally found something on the windowsill.It was an old-fashioned window latch, and it could be pulled out. Although it was rusty, the old-fashioned latch was solid and strong.I pulled out one and used it as a pry bar to insert it into the gaps in the cracked cabinet doors. I pried the gaps wide enough for me to put my fingers in. break out.The door panel made a horrible friction sound, it was bent by me, and then there was a cracking sound, the whole panel snapped abruptly like this, the dust on the door splashed up, I was so confused that I couldn’t open it Eye. The building was quite quiet, and my movements sounded particularly frightening. The moment the door panel broke, the ear-piercing sound scared me into a cold sweat, and it took me a long time to calm down. Then I picked up the lighter and shone it into the cabinet. I didn't predict what was in the cabinet at all. I felt that there was nothing there most likely, so I didn't make too much mental preparation. However, I was taken aback when I saw it. There is indeed nothing in the cabinet, it is empty, but the bottom plate of the cabinet against the wall has disappeared, exposing the concrete wall covered by the cabinet, and on the concrete wall, there is a dark doorway half the height of a person, There is a concrete ladder going down, and I don't know where it leads.