The four people gathered in front of the wall and were a little disappointed when they saw that there was no passage behind the two-layer brick wall.
However, everyone wanted to see what was buried in the wall, so they used Kangxi's sword to pick up a kerosene lamp and shine it.
Seeing clearly that there was a big iron block buried in the wall, it was cold and dark, and the four of them were indescribably surprised.
Could it be that there was an iron wall behind the two layers of bricks?
I stretched out my hand and touched it, and my fingertips immediately felt a cold, thick feeling.
An ominous premonition made my whole body tremble.
I quickly calmed down, and when I touched it carefully, I found this iron wall.
There are also a few raised lines of Wenyu on it.
You have to hold a lamp and bring your eyes close to see clearly.
The four of us took turns to take a look.
Those are not our Chinese characters, not Shuyu, and definitely not Japanese characters.
Plant ghost symbols or Japanese kanji.
We are confused.
This cast-iron wall seems to be an iron shell, and it is buried in the building.
We don’t know how thick it is.
Maybe we can read the words on the iron block and reveal the secret. , but at this moment, the kerosene lamp in his hand flashed twice, and then the lamp ran out of oil and went out.
As soon as the kerosene lamp went out, the inside of the completely enclosed building immediately became invisible.
The other three companions and I could only hear each other by breathing.
In the darkness, Ding Sitian touched my hand.
I felt her fingers were cold and knew that she was afraid.
That's great.
I want to comfort her and tell her not to worry.
But when I think about the iron gate that suddenly fell down after everyone entered this weird building, the white hands on the windows, and the big iron block buried deep in the brick wall in front of them, I really can't think of anything that is surprising.
The reason for peace of mind can be told to her.
What else can these unreasonable phenomena explain?
Obviously this is a "ghost building".
It's hard to believe it now.
But not only do I not want to say this, I guess in this situation No one is willing to listen.
I took out half a box of matches in my pocket and lit one in absolute darkness.
Even if there is only a little light, some people will feel the existence of hope.
I looked at the other three people through the light of the matches.
They were all calm.
There were only about twenty matches.
Once they were used up, there would be no light source.
So it cannot be used unless necessary.
Lao Yangpi remembered that he had just seen some writing on the iron wall.
He was an illiterate person in Dayu, so he asked us: "There are some writings on those iron bricks.
You kids are all intellectual youths sent by the chairman."
Recognizable” The match burned to the root.
The surroundings once again fell into boundless darkness.
I threw away the ashes of the matches and racked my brains to reproduce the fonts I just saw in my mind.
They seemed to be foreign characters.
For foreign languages, we have only learned Some Russian, but only at a semi-tune level.
Later, the Soviet Union studied it and it was completely abandoned.
However, Ding Sitian's parents studied in the Soviet Union.
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Her Russian proficiency is pretty good, but if the foreign language on the iron wall was English, no one would know us at all.
Some schools started teaching English in 1964, but the content they taught was not systematic.
Instead, they just learned some information directly.
Short sentences.
For example, longevity without borders.
Long live long live and so on.
At that time, the schools where several of us attended did not offer this course.
But Ding Sitian said with certainty.
Those are definitely not Russian.
Some Russian letters are quite different from English letters.
This can still be seen.
At that time, the relationship between China and the Soviet Union was tense, and everyone was very aware of war preparedness.
When foreign languages were mentioned, they even doubted the iron wall.
It contained a bomb, but when I thought about it carefully, I felt that such a thing was unlikely.
If it’s not the Soviet revisionists, then it’s probably the American emperor.
In the past, I had some trophies from the US military captured on the battlefields of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, including foreign wine bottles, cigarette cases, stainless steel spoons, and the like.
They were all miscellaneous objects, so I was very familiar with English.
The local understanding only stays at the level of "a".
The fat man had a sudden thought: "During World War II, Japan and Germany were allies.
I wonder if these are German or maybe they are US military supplies captured by the Japanese army in the Pacific battlefield."
I said to the fat man: "Do you know German?"
The fat man said: "We don't know American literature either, so I think as long as it's not Russian or Japanese, it doesn't matter which country it is from.
Anyway, we Don’t know them at all.”
The fat man’s words gave me some inspiration, but inside the building built by the Japanese, there were subway blocks with foreign characters printed on them.
I had no clue at all what the iron blocks were used for and why they were buried in the brick walls.
The more I thought about it, the more I became confused.
Big head.
At this time, Ding Sitian said to me: "Can you use another match?
Let's take another look."
I also had this intention, so I went to the hole in the brick wall, took out a match, lit it, and closed it with my hand.
The fire was lit to prevent the weak flame from being blown out by everyone's breath.
As soon as the light appeared, the dark iron wall immediately came into view.
Although the light was weak this time, everyone looked very carefully, and finally made another discovery.
Just now they were only looking at the strange characters on the iron plate, and did not notice that the iron wall hidden behind the bricks was not a whole.
Instead of a huge iron block, it was an iron cover that could be pulled open, like a low movable iron door.
The fat man had just demolished the brick wall.
Some bricks had not yet been removed, and the gaps on the edge of the iron cover were not fully exposed.
The handle, which is molded into the lid, is also blocked by some bricks.
This discovery made everyone breathe faster, and the match was extinguished at this time.
The fat man groped in the dark to remove the remaining bricks.
Ding Sitian asked me: "Bayi, it turns out this is a lid that can be opened and closed, like an iron door. , but if it is a door, it may not be too small.
People have to lie down to get in.
If it were not an iron door, what would it be used for?"
Lao Fengpi interjected: "Sitian, you girl, why are you so curious about these things?
I have never encountered such a strange thing in my entire life.
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I think there must not be a good place behind this iron wall, otherwise Why is it so well hidden?
If you open it, you might release evil spirits to do evil.
I don’t know which gods I offended in my previous life."
I advised Lao Yangpi that there are no ghosts in the world, and it is only for people to disturb themselves.
Although what happened in this building is strange, I believe that everything has its root cause.
It is just that we only have a glimpse and fail to see the overall situation.
Therefore, those involved are confused, and we cannot blame Hell.
The hero in the palace closed his eyes When you are waiting for death, don't just wear the cloak of Marxism-Leninism and do the stupid thing of opening the temple door without burning incense and promising cattle and sheep when the time comes.
I don't think praying to Bodhisattva or Buddha will be of any use.
If you can open it later If something happens to this iron lid, Fatty and I will be the first to hold it
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