[Bottle Evil] The Old Mansion's Strange Story

The moment I heard the laughter, I immediately shone the phone in the direction of the sound, but the range of this light was too short, so I didn't see anything.

Right now, we can only take one step at a time, and we must not let go of any clues.I held the mobile phone light in one hand, and the white dog's leg in the other, and leaned forward in the direction of the laughter just now.

I can't control him for the time being. I took off my heavy windbreaker and put on a stuffy coat. His is lighter.If we meet later, he may think I have some special quirks when he finds me wearing his clothes again.

There is a narrow passage on the bank of the river, with the river on one side and the mountain on the other. Some rocks are uneven, and there are countless tree roots sticking out to hinder it. This road is very difficult to walk.

Fortunately, there is only one road here, and the owner of that voice must be right in front of me.

After the eyes adapt to the dark environment, the vision will become more sensitive. I only have a mobile phone for lighting, but even so, when I turned a bend in the river, I still saw a figure flashing in front of me.

Thinking of that child-like laughter made me feel a little hairy.

This should be a closed tomb. It is very unlikely that anyone else will enter besides us, let alone a child?If the child didn't come in from outside, then it was in the tomb, and what else could there be in the tomb, except zongzi or zongzi.I have bumped into countless zongzi so far, male and female, old and young, but such a small one, I have never met them directly.I heard that the little zongzi are very vicious, children have not matured their minds, and they are more likely to become evil.

But there is another possibility, the figure has been living in the tomb, he is not a zongzi, so maybe he gave birth to a child with someone and raised it in the underground palace.

I suddenly didn't know, which one should I look forward to more between a little zongzi who might be very cruel and a little figure who might be better than blue than blue.

After all, it is smaller in size, no matter what it is, I seem to be more confident in controlling it. For zongzi and the like, it has to be like a stuffed oil bottle, neither respecting the old nor loving the young.

I took another two steps, but I was a little uncertain. If it was against me, it seemed that it would be more convenient to rush over and attack me suddenly, but this thing is very interesting. It seems that it doesn't want to do anything to me, and it seems to be leading me Where to go.

I suddenly thought of the figure saying that I can live, is it because he knows there is a guide here?Is this zongzi or your son specially here to lead me the way?

I really want to go out as soon as possible, I said to myself, this kind of thinking is really naive.

But in order to confirm my guess, I stopped and waited quietly for the movement ahead, to see if it would come over and say to me: "This handsome guy, please follow, walk this way, slip carefully."

I waited and waited, but nothing happened.Pretty tsundere.

I continued to pretend it was leading the way, when in fact I had no other way to go.I didn't even leave any marks, there's only one way, and if Poker Bottle and the others come down, it can be deduced that I walked along this way.

I was walking along the bank of the dark underground river, the surrounding air was freezing cold, and I was led by a rice dumpling. This kind of experience is really not something ordinary people can experience.

I don't know where this road leads, and how should I go if there is a fork in the road. In this state, I walked for about ten minutes, as if I entered another space, an endless world.

I stopped and realized, I was stuck.

My palms were sweating a little, but it was definitely not hot.Having experienced too many adventures, my body seems to have a premonition. My heart is still not doing well, and my body has begun to feel nervous honestly.

I rubbed on Poker Fing's clothes, then raised my phone up to observe the roots of a tree in front of me, and there was a notch on it.

I didn't carve this on purpose with white dog legs, but I reflexively blocked it with a knife when I passed by it last time and almost hit my head.

I walked back.

Ghost hitting the wall?Such an old trick.

I sighed, it was all made up when I used the old man's words before, but now it has come true, it seems that the words can't be said nonsense.I took a deep breath and began to take a closer look at where I was.

After watching for a long time, there is really no outstanding feature, and the "scenery" on this road is the same.I continued to walk forward, carving a symbol on the nearby tree roots every ten steps.In order to prevent being imitated, I decided not to engrave the same symbols, but to engrave a sequence of numbers. The first thing that pops up in my mind is the date of the day Poker Bottle left the house.No wonder, these years have to be remembered, the impression is too deep.

After walking for a while, I was just about to engrave the last number in the sequence, when I suddenly found that there was already a notch near the position I picked, which was the first number "2", and there was only one "2" in this series of numbers. [-]", you can't go wrong.

I wiped my face and accepted the fact that I was going in circles.

This is not the first time I have encountered such a situation, and this time it is not difficult to deal with. In fact, I only need a flashlight with a larger irradiation range to solve it.The strange thing is, I think the ghost hitting the wall this time is unusual. This "ghost" really didn't want to trap me to death, but to "keep me behind". I intuitively felt that there might be something hidden in this place that I hadn't noticed.

I sat down in a slightly spacious place, within the distance of eighty steps, any details were ignored by me.

I looked left and right, and there were still rocks and soil and tree roots.I looked down at the river again, the water was not rushing, and the sound of the water was not loud.I thought of the bones I found just now when I fell down. Is there an old man in the river who wants me to help him retrieve his body?

I closed my eyes, trying to feel it with another sense. In the darkness, many subtle sounds gradually began to pass through my ears.I know it's some subterranean creature at work, insects, small reptiles.And they didn't avoid me, which means my blood hasn't recovered yet.These things should not be underestimated. This is a nearly closed underground palace, which has been closed for more than 1000 years. During such a long time, it is impossible to say what will grow.

Insects are the most numerous biological group in the world. It is said that the reason why insects do not rule the world is because of their size. Some people say that if spiders were as big as cats, human beings would have become extinct long ago.

Thinking of spiders, I suddenly thought of a place where I just passed, there was a spider web.Because it was not the size of an ordinary spider web, I paid more attention to it. Seeing it twice was also one of the reasons why I believed that I was circling.

Just now I was in a hurry to find the way and verify the route, but now that I think about it carefully, the spider web seems too big.

Since there was no other clue at the moment, I decided to look for the spider web.

I'm not afraid that I won't be able to find it. After all, I was hit by a ghost on the wall. This time I leaned against the side of the mountain and looked carefully. After walking for a long time, I saw the spider web.

The bright area of ​​the phone was covered with white silk, and I stretched my arms to take a picture above, and I couldn't help but gasp.

It's not just this area, this area is just the tip of the iceberg, extending up to a very high place is densely packed with white silk.

I took a step back subconsciously, thinking this is a fucking spider spirit.

I clenched the white dog's legs tightly, and for a moment I didn't know whether I should go further to find out. If this is really a spider nest, it's better to stay away, because many spiders are poisonous.But at the same time, I had a strong intuition in my heart that this spider web seemed unusual, because I took two steps back and looked at it again. Although I couldn't see the details clearly, the outline of the spider web was clearly in the shape of a human, or a child. It is a half-ticket discount.

It can't be a coincidence that I first heard a child's laughter and then saw this.

I took a deep breath, lifted the white dog leg, and stepped over to insert the blade carefully.

This time, the feeling was very wrong. Ordinary spider webs are sticky, and the knife should feel soft when inserted. However, the web of this spider spirit is different.

I withdrew the knife and looked carefully at what was left on the blade, only to realize that it was not a spider's web at all.

It's just that the color and shape are similar, it's another kind of silk, and it's still brittle, as if something has been weathered.

I poked a few more places with the knife, and soon the part that was close to me was pierced through the white silk shell, and there was a pitch-black hole inside.

My heart moved, could this be the exit?

I stretched out the phone, and couldn't help but feel my scalp numb. Where there was an exit, it was clearly the feet of two children.One of them was still wearing a sandal, and the other was naked, but the flesh was still there, pale and pale.

I was startled by the three-inch golden lotus of the female zongzi just now, and now I am startled by the feet of this little zongzi. I thought to myself, is there a rule in this tomb that you must scare people with your feet first.

I poked upward again, and within a few strokes, I "dug" out the lower body of the corpse. It was definitely a child, and its legs were not as long as my arms.

But soon, I was stunned. This little zongzi was carrying something on his body, and it was hanging near his thigh at this moment.

I am very familiar.

Many clips flashed through my mind, and the last thing that appeared was a photo I saw at the old man's house.It's the photo of the fourth child. It was when the fourth child was young, standing on the mound of dirt at the door, with a disheveled face but a bright smile. At that time, I joked with Poker bottle whether he wanted to see my childhood photos.

And in the photo of the fourth child, he was carrying this thing on his back.

It was a military canteen, green, with straps to carry it on the body.At that time, this kind of kettle was only available when someone from the family joined the army. It was rare. I remember the fourth child said that his father had served in the army.

My mind buzzed for a moment, I closed my eyes hard, and thought to myself, damn it, it's impossible.