Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven Notes on Tomb Raiders

This is the mysterious basement of a mysterious sanatorium, where a mysterious woman has done some unbelievable behaviors.Well, since she has lived here, she will always leave clues, if she can find out a little bit, maybe she can understand the truth of some things.Even if it is all useless information, I can still know what her life and mental state were like at that time. I know almost nothing about what happened in this nursing home, and all clues are important to me. I started searching, as long as it was something that could be seen, I would go and see it. The building here is very low, and my body is quite depressed here, but the lighting of the lighter is more effective because it can illuminate far away. I probably looked around and decided where to start.

In the blurry black-and-white images of the video tape, it is impossible to freely see the whole picture and details of the room, but now it is possible to see things more intuitively.I first imagined the real Huo Ling combing her hair. It was quite scary, so I shook my head to divert my attention. The Zippo in my hand can continue to burn for lighting, but it is so hot that I just need to pinch it up a little more, so I found a rag from the table, wrapped it up and continued to use it. Under the faint light of the fire, I first looked at the walls. The four walls of this room were painted with white plaster, and now they were all covered with dust. A place to hang clothes.Newspapers were pasted under the wooden sticks to prevent the hanging clothes from touching the white ash on the wall.When the wooden stick came over, it was a cabinet without a door. This should be where Huo Ling changed clothes. There was nothing in it now.When I got closer, I found that the cabinet was full of nicks, as if it had been scratched by something.

There is nothing on the wall next to it, only the wires hanging on it, which are all gray, and there is a door opening leading to the next room on one side. It was smashed out, and the room opposite was empty. On the opposite side of the cabinet, there are two desks side by side, which are full of things, which seem to be some newspapers and rubbish that I can't see clearly.A large amount of paper was pasted on the wall next to the desk, and it was covered with dust. I blow off the dust and look at them one by one.I found the content posted on the wall very trivial. I saw an electric bill from the 1990s, some scribbled, meaningless numbers.These papers, which have almost become a whole with the wall, should have been conveniently used as phone records at that time, because I remember that the phone was placed in this position.But now it's gone, except for a severed telephone line.

These things can't give me any information, I can only know that she used electricity when she lived here.I sighed, and started rummaging through the papers on the desk. Those papers were all in the dust, and I couldn’t care less about the smog in the sky. I opened them one by one, and the inside of the paper was rotten, and I was disturbed by small gnats, but these things Compared with Xuemaozi in Changbai Mountain, he is the younger brother. I quickly turned the paper out and pulled out a few notebooks from it. I took it out and shook it, and I found that it seemed to be a large manuscript pad, which was used to write manuscripts when there was no computer, and something was written on it.

I turned it over and saw that on the first page, there were only three lines: 〖Back Room 2-3 No. 012～053 Class: 20, 939, 45〗 What does it mean?I thought to myself, it seems to be the number of the file, is it some handwritten document or classic? I turned to the first page and saw that it wasn't.On the second page, it turned out to be a picture, drawn with a ballpoint pen, and it was so scribbled that I couldn't tell what it was. I settled down and carefully identified it. After watching it for five or six minutes, I realized that it turned out to be an ancient figure painting, but this person obviously couldn't draw. The figure was almost out of shape and looked abnormal. Strange, that ancient figure, unlike a human being, looked like a fox with a long mouth.

There are also many unimaginable lines drawn around the figure. After I saw that the ghost was a person, the meaning of these lines also emerged. It should be the background of the figure painting, probably something like mountains, rivers, temples and trees. I couldn't help laughing, thinking what is this, is it Huo Ling's sketch?Her hobbies are quite broad. After flipping through it, I flipped through thirty or forty pages in a row, all of which were pictures like this.There was no written content, so I put it down and read another book, which was the same, except for the different content on the first page, it was filled with similar pictures.I didn't know what it was, so I piled it aside and continued to flip through the papers.It turned out that there was nothing underneath, only a few lumps of rag-like things were found inside, and there was not even a piece of paper with content.

I cursed again, thinking that it seemed that when they left, they might have taken away all the things with information. But I don't give up, I don't believe that what I can bring is nothing left.I sat at the position where Huo Ling combed her hair, took a rest, and then opened the drawer in front of me to see what was in the drawer. It was in the middle of the desk, the biggest drawer under the countertop, I pulled it out and felt a door, but the damn drawer was locked and felt heavy. Generally, discarded furniture would not be locked up after moving, and this feeling indicated that there might be something inside, so I became excited.This kind of lock can't help me. I stood up, removed a coat hook behind the door, inserted it into the gap of the drawer and pressed it down hard. The gap of the drawer was compressed at once, and the lock teeth came off. , as soon as I pulled it, the drawer was pulled out.

I picked up the lighter and took a photo, and I said YES. The drawer was really full of things. I put the lighter on the edge of the drawer and started to search. This must be a woman's drawer, full of trivial clutter, very messy, obviously left with useful things, leaving wooden combs, small 1990s pie-like makeup Box, a thick stack of "Contemporary Cinema" magazine.These old magazines have a long history. I remember reading them as pornographic books when I was a child. There were also black iron hairpins, a lot of empty envelopes and an empty photo album. There are a lot of envelopes, but none of them have been used. I patiently opened them one by one to read. There was nothing inside, and there were no photos in the album. I found that they must have been let go, but they were all taken away. .

Then, I flipped through those old magazines, page by page, very carefully, but still didn't find anything. I fell on the chair and leaned back regardless of the dust on it. I was a little tired and looked at the opposite side of the table through the dim light of the lighter. The surroundings were pitch black, and it was terribly quiet, and my heart was terribly disappointed.Obviously, if this seat belonged to Huo Ling, this woman was very careful and did not leave any clues on purpose. The surrounding cold is already greeting me, I grit my teeth, I can't give up, damn it, Roger's Law, it's impossible to leave nothing, I'm sure I can find something!I encouraged myself again, although I felt a little desperate, I pushed the drawers in one by one, got up and looked at the writing desk opposite.

There was no chair on the opposite side, so I bent down and found that the largest drawer in the middle was still locked. This was a bit strange, so I repeated the same trick and pried the drawer open. I fully expected that the scene I saw would be the same as before, and I still had to search for clues in the garbage dump.However, to my surprise, when I took it out this time, I found that the drawer was very clean, empty, and there was nothing there. Only in the middle of the drawer was a large yellow envelope, bulging, like A4 paper. It is big, and it is placed there upright, as if it was placed on purpose, waiting for me to look at it.

"Huh?" My heart skipped a beat, and I realized something, so I immediately picked it up and looked at it. This is the kind of labor insurance envelope from the late 1980s. The material is kraft paper, with a faded Mao Zedong’s head on it. After touching it, I found that there is something thick inside, but it has been damp and feels burrs. , very soft feeling.There is no text on the envelope. Feeling that there is a door here, I hurriedly turned over and typed the envelope, and when I dug inside, I took out an old work note that looked like a wide-open magazine. I froze for a moment, opened the cover, and found that on the first page of the notebook, there was a paragraph of extremely beautiful pen running script: 〖I don't know which of the three you will be. No matter who you are, when you come here and find this envelope, I believe you have already been involved in the matter. The videotape is the last insurance procedure we set up. When the videotape is sent out, it means that the person keeping the videotape can no longer contact me. Then, this means that I am dead, or "it" has found me, and I have left this place. city. In either case, it means that I will probably be gone soon, so the videotape will direct you here and let you see this notebook. This notebook records our research effort and experience over the past ten years. I leave it to you, and you can learn what you want to know from it. However, I want to remind you that the contents inside involve some great secrets, which I swore to take to the grave, but in the end I couldn't keep my promise.After reading these secrets, fortune and misfortune are unpredictable, you should take care of them yourself. Chen Wenjin September 1995〗