Liang Yuanque got up from the ground and kicked the ground with his feet. He found that there was much less mud in this area than other areas, but there were a weird amount of fallen leaves.
It seems that these fallen leaves are not fallen from the old trees in the garden that are about to die, but are laid here artificially.
When things go wrong, there must be a monster. Liang Yuanque grabbed the handle he just found and pulled hard. The ground was lifted up by him like a manhole cover, and a dark underground entrance appeared in front of him.
There was really no place to look for after he had worn out his iron shoes. He took out the lighter from his backpack and lit it. The flame started to tremble as it approached the entrance of the hole, indicating that it was not as small as the entrance of the hole. There should be a quite large space inside, and There is also wind circulation.
He bought a flashlight not long ago, but he didn't expect it to come in handy so quickly. He used the flashlight to shine at the hole, and found that the hole was about the same size and depth as a well, with an iron ladder extending down from the hole.
He held the flashlight in his mouth and carefully went down the iron ladder.
Under the well, there is an iron door installed on one side of the well wall. The door is very low and is slightly larger than a dog hole.
The iron door was rusty, and there was a huge lock hanging on it, just like an arm-thick chain holding a puppy that had just turned one month old.
This old-fashioned lock could lock others but not Liang Yuanque. With his skills, he could easily pry it open with the handle of a spoon.
He took out the tool from his bag and opened the lock in a few clicks. After entering, he was stunned.
When he was outside the door, he had imagined that it might be a cruel execution ground, or a dungeon where people were imprisoned, but it turned out to be a fucking bathroom.
There is both a shower head and a bathtub, which are neatly kept, but the size of the bathtub is strange. It is a bit too big for single use, and a bit too small compared to the large bathtubs used in bathhouses.
Liang Yuanque looked around the bathroom with a flashlight and found the light switch. After turning it on, he saw that there was an iron door on one wall of the bathroom, which was exactly the same as the one outside.
So he came to the second iron door and smelled a smell as soon as he got closer. This smell did not come from rotting corpses, but more like the body odor of unhygienic people and the constant accumulation of excrement. Mixed flavors.
This smell emanates through the crack in the door. It is obvious that the room behind this door is not as clean as the current bathroom.
Liang Yuanque covered his mouth and nose and endured nausea to pry open the lock. The moment he opened the door, the stench hit his face like a wave. He couldn't help but bend over and retching, but when he opened his mouth, it was even worse. A chance for Stink to flex his muscles.
He could only shut up immediately, cover his mouth and nose tightly with one hand, and move forward with a flashlight in the other.
This stinky room looked like a prison cell in his imagination. There were only three beds in the small room, and there were no other facilities. There were no beddings on the beds.
This "cell" had no electric lights and no windows. There was only an air outlet the size of a baby's fist on the top in the corner, from which a faint light came out.
In the corner opposite the air outlet, there was a pile of hardened excrement, which should be the main source of the stench in this room.
Liang Yuanque looked over with his flashlight and found a piece of clothes exposed under the bed. He went over and pulled it and found that it was all women's clothes. The number of these clothes was enough to prove how many poor girls had been imprisoned here. .
There were shallow scratches on the headboard of one of the beds, as if a girl had used a hairpin to mark the dates here.
Liang Yuanque counted and found that there were five scratches in total. So was she sent away on the sixth day, or did she die in this darkness?
There were no more details in the cell. Liang Yuanque sighed, and when he turned to leave, he found countless sharp scratches behind the iron door he had just opened, and there were dried blood on the scratches.
The girls imprisoned here have also desperately called for help, but no one will hear their miserable screams.
Liang Yuanque had seen too many tragedies in his life, and this inhumane murder of a girl was enough to occupy a pivotal position in his knowledge.
He once had a mother and a sister, and there were women of this age in his family. He looked at the scratches on the iron door, and when he thought about it, he felt as if his heart was about to burst.
At this moment, he heard through the exhaust port that someone seemed to be coming from above. He left quickly, locked the two iron doors as quickly as possible, and went to the "well", where he jumped onto the wall of the well with both feet. .
Fortunately, when he came down, he noticed that the surface of the well wall was rough, and he was very dexterous, so he clung to the well wall.
Sure enough, not long after, there was the sound of "thumping" footsteps outside, and two servants came down with flashlights, one of them was talking to the other,
"Hey, I just said it's impossible for him to find it here!"
The other one clicked his tongue, "Tsk, but I see that the wellhead seems to have been moved away."
The servant who spoke at the beginning seemed to want to prove himself. He looked around with a flashlight and said, "Look, there is no one there!"
Of course he didn't notice that Liang Yuanque was hanging in the darkness above his head, trying hard to hold his breath.
"Could he have gone in?" The more suspicious servant held up a flashlight and went to the iron door to check. While looking, he said to himself, "Hey, it's weird, the door is locked."
"I said you're overthinking it," the servant said, folding his arms and leaning against the wall of the well, "I said you're almost done. It's been a long morning, fighting and looking for people, and you're exhausted. , let’s go back and report that the child didn’t find this way, and then go and rest.”
Liang Yuanque was frightened when he saw him approaching, because as long as he raised his head slightly, he could feel a pair of feet above his head.
Liang Yuanque was not good at fighting. The two servants looked quite strong at first glance. If there was a conflict, he would only get fucked.
He prayed that the two servants would quickly go in and take a look, so that he could take the opportunity to escape.
However, these two servants disappointed him. They walked around the door several times, but still did not dare to go in.
The talkative servant said that so many people had died here, and he felt frightened as soon as he came over. He heard from others that other servants had seen ghosts here.
The conversation between them provided some clues to Liang Yuanque.
They were discussing whether the girl who died here should be considered an unjust ghost or a ghost who died of starvation. The suspicious servant also said that the ghost should not be floating here, but should be floating under the old elm tree in the garden.
It's strange to say that with so many corpses buried under the tree, the old tree is getting drier and dryer. Could it be that something is really going on?
