Fortunately, one end of this music classroom is in the shape of a staircase, and the overflowing water only stays under the first step.
As they walked up the stairs, they finally said goodbye to the weird feeling of stepping in water.
The snapping sound was driving them crazy.
Zhou Taifu shook the water off his shoes, stared around, and lowered his voice involuntarily, "This place is too big. If I want to search it all, I might not have enough time."
"Try to search first. If you don't find anything, then talk." Yu Wen's original intention was not to separate.
Looking around from their position, darkness almost swallowed up everything here, and everything was shrouded in haze.
The two start from the far left.
There were piles of equipment there, probably used for rehearsals. It was troublesome to move them back and forth, so I simply left them here.
When they thought that in less than 30 hours, they would be here at midnight to participate in the third rehearsal, the movements of their hands sped up a lot.
After a simple search, I didn't find anything special.
The two of them continued walking inside. Fortunately, in addition to the mobile phone in Yu Wen's hand that could provide lighting, Zhou Taifu also borrowed a miniature flashlight from Feng Lan.
It was Feng Lan who took it off the keychain.
The light is not strong and can only radiate a very short distance, but it is better than nothing.
Zhou Taifu moved his steps carefully. There were many colorful wires laid on the ground. At first glance, they looked like webs made by spiders in the silk holes.
He tried to keep his feet high to avoid tripping over the line.
Ten minutes passed, and the two of them had only searched a small area. At this speed, they would never have time to evacuate before dark.
"No," Zhou Taifu straightened his back, "Let's spread out a little bit so that the area can be wider."
Seeing that Yu Wen had no better idea, she could only nod and reply: "Then you should be more careful and call me if you encounter any situation. Also," she said seriously: "There are too many obstacles here, some of which can block the view. Be careful when you go to places like this.”
Zhou Taifu nodded, "Okay, let's keep the distance within 10 meters."
Just when Zhou Taifu was about to turn around and search on the other side, Yu Wen suddenly shouted in the direction of the door: "Miss Feng!"
After a while...
"Miss Yu," Feng Lan's response came from the door, but judging from the sound, Feng Lan was obviously very scared, "Please... please hurry up, it's so dark here."
After hearing Feng Lan's reply, Yu Wen felt relieved. She gestured to Zhou Taifu, and the latter left.
Got to the other side and searched.
But there is always a gap between ideal and reality. The two are racing against time. Slowly, they strangely ignore the distance between them, causing the distance between them to grow farther and farther.
The weird and inexplicable atmosphere gradually eroded them, they became more and more impatient, and their actions became much more violent.
Zhou Taifu rolled up his sleeves and moved a cabinet that looked like there might be something wrong with it, but the final result showed that he was overthinking it.
The cabinet was unusually clean, with nothing in it.
Also in the gaps under the cabinets.
"Crunch——"
A sudden friction sound caught the attention of the panting Zhou Taifu. He turned his head and looked around. Except for the light on Yu Wen's cell phone on the other side that kept flashing, there was nothing unusual.
"What sound?" He frowned.
"Crunch——"
As if playing hide-and-seek with him, as soon as he bent down, he heard another sound.
This almost made his hair stand on end.
It's not the harsh friction sound made by the old door shaft being pushed, it's the sound made by the rope, as if it will break in the next second due to the embarrassing weight.
As a former mercenary, assassination is also one of the skills that must be mastered.
He once strangled a traitor to death with a rope. When the man was struggling to death, the rope made this sound.
He did not act immediately, but asked in Yu Wen's direction in a loud voice: "Did you hear anything?"
The light over there flickered, and then Yu Wen's voice came, "No."
Her voice was very calm, and Zhou Taifu couldn't help but let out a long breath.
"Be careful," he reminded his companion while looking around.
It's darker here than before. Where the outlines could still be seen, now there are only dark shadows.
Zhou Taifu took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, which he brought with him when he bought soy milk in the early morning.
He is not addicted to tobacco, but has an indescribable persistence.
Originated from mosquitoes that are rampant in the dense forests of Southeast Asia.
The veterans there smoked tobacco rolled by themselves, with ground leaves of a plant added to it.
Smoking it is very refreshing, and you won't feel tired even if you don't close your eyes all day and night.
He once asked the old soldier the name of that plant, but Lao Ming gritted his rotten yellow teeth and told him with a smile that it was called Sangjiji in their local area.
There is another name, dead man's grass.
This grass is very strange. It grows in the muddy ground where a large number of corpses are buried, and it only grows where fresh corpses are buried.
The veteran grabbed his arm with calloused hands and said that he had seen with his own eyes that the grass came out of the dead man's arm.
At that time, Zhou Taifu was very excited.
First it was a small bud, then it gradually extracted nutrients from the flesh and blood, and finally the adult plant was 20 centimeters tall.
Blood red blood red.
It can be seen from a long distance away.
"That's human flesh and blood inside," the veteran suppressed his smile, crossed his mud legs wearing straw sandals, and stared into the distance.
There was something in Zhou Taifu's eyes that he couldn't understand.
"Baby," the old soldier didn't even look at him. His voice was as rough as gravel from smoking dry pipes all year round. "Listen to my advice, let's go. Get out of here while you can still go. You can go wherever you want. Never leave." return."
"But...I only got half of my commission," Zhou Taifu said, as if he couldn't bear to interrupt the veteran's thoughts. He half-coaxed and half-consoled, "I'll stop after I finish this job and go back." Get married at home and live a stable life."
The veteran seemed to notice his prevarication, and after sighing, he stopped talking.
The rough homemade cigarette was burning between the fingers, and the flame was as bright as blood. After taking a puff, the sweet smell of blood filled the entire nasal cavity.
The veteran finished smoking a cigarette, patted his butt, and left without saying hello, carrying the Aka 47 rifle with the handguard on his back that had been broken countless times.
His trousers were so dirty that the color could not be seen. One end of the trousers was rolled up, and the other end was directly dripping under his feet, making a "pattering" sound when he stepped in the muddy water.
Just when Zhou Taifu was about to get up and leave, he accidentally noticed with his peripheral vision that there was a stone under the position where the veteran was sitting cross-legged.
No, he looked carefully, it was no ordinary stone.
That's a monument.
The monument is also engraved with an inscription in local characters.
I don’t know how many years of hard work the inscriptions on the inscriptions have been severely eroded by the weather.
He was unfamiliar with the local writing and could only squint and identify each word——
"Those whose hands are stained with blood...will not return."
