Lao Yangpi said: "I'm quite old, I'm very scared, I'm worried about this girl.
Alas, I've been a vegetarian all my life.
Although I haven't shaved my head in my life, I'm just a hairless monk.
What an unlucky thing it is.
Let us catch up."
His words He couldn't continue talking in the middle of the sentence.
I knew that he probably thought that even if he returned to the pastoral area, he would not be able to account for the heavy losses of cattle, sheep and horses.
This old man, Lao Yangpi, was full of bitterness.
How could I think of a way to help him and his family?
Is Ding Sitian shirk responsibility?
While we were talking, the fat man had completely dismantled the brick wall.
The remaining wall was made of bricks and cement.
I asked the fat man: "Can this iron cover be opened?"
The fat man reached out and touched it: "80% of the time it can be opened.
Pull it open, there is an iron bolt, but it is not locked or welded. " I pulled the knife out and asked Ding Sitian to illuminate it with a match so that she could see clearly what was behind the iron cover.
Seeing that everything was ready, I reached out and patted the fat man on the shoulder.
The fat man got the signal and raised his feet.
Borrowing strength from the brick wall, he used both hands to pull the edge of the heavy iron door.
The handle, a heavy "click" sound was heard in the darkness, and a choking smell came out from behind the iron lid.
The smell was nauseating, as unpleasant as it was. , like a smell of disgusting and pungent soot mixed with grease, we quickly blocked our noses.
I listened to the movement and whispered to Ding Sitian: "Go to Liangzi."
Ding Sitian immediately struck a match, and the fire lit up.
Behind the open iron cover, there was a layer of dark stone bricks more than one meter thick.
Further inside is a cylindrical upward shaft that does not reach the sky or the ground.
The inside of the shaft wall is covered with thick black carbide, as if it was formed by years of smoke and fire.
I wrapped my nose with Ding Sitian's scarf and went in to explore.
It was so dark below that I couldn't see the bottom, but there was a small patch of hazy starlight above.
It seemed that there was a round skylight on the top of the building.
The shaft was narrow.
If I used my hands and feet, Holding on to the well wall, you might be able to climb a little bit to the skylight.
I turned around and came out, and the fat man also got in and took a look.
Lao Yangpi and Ding Sitian asked me what was behind the iron cover.
I said uncertainly: "It looks like the flue of a big chimney."
Lao Yangpi I have never seen such a big chimney.
A little unconvinced, I explained to him: "When Fatty Sitian and I were in contact, we once visited the old revolutionary area to experience the revolutionary spirit.
I didn't eat for a day, and it was past dinner time when I went back, but We had to work on the revolution the next day, and we couldn't go hungry at night, so the fat man went to steal a piglet from a fellow villager's pigsty, and I was responsible for holding the piglet.
I put the pig into the burning brick kiln and wanted to roast it until it was cooked, but I didn't control the heat properly.
The temperature inside was too high, and the fat little pig was roasted.
When someone came to arrest us, we retreated while the enemy advanced, and hid in the abandoned brick kiln chimney at the brick kiln factory until dawn, thus escaping being held accountable by the revolutionary masses for stealing the socialist piglets.”
It was that experience that gave us a very profound and intuitive understanding of chimneys, which we will never forget in our lives.
I just wiped the flue behind the iron cover with my hand.
It's all soot.
After twisting it again, it turns out to be sticky and greasy.
It must be a kiln or a furnace under the flue.
It hasn't been used for so long.
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Why is it still so greasy?
There's also that disgusting smell.
An ominous thought came to my mind.
This was a crematorium for cremation.
Even if it's not burning people to death.
At least a lot of animals were burned, and the grease was carried down the flue by the heat and smoke.
It was left after cooling and solidifying, so even after a long time, the thick grease has not disappeared.
The iron cover behind the brick wall on the second floor does not look like a furnace, but is used to clean the flue to prevent clogging and to clear the working channels.
Only old-fashioned incinerators in crematoria require this facility because the grease in the flue must be removed manually, I heard.
After the German Nazis used gas chambers to massacre Jewish people, they would use crematoriums to dispose of the corpses.
Did the Japanese also introduce this kind of German equipment to destroy corpses and eliminate traces?
The most important thing is that we don’t know.
If this is true A big chimney, why does it need to be so tightly disguised and sealed?
I'm afraid it's not just as simple as hiding it from others.
When I thought that it might be a crematorium where countless corpses had been burned, I almost vomited out all the roasted big-eyes I had eaten in the middle of the night.
I quickly wiped the black grease on my hands from my clothes.
But if I wanted to escape, I had to Someone had to climb up the crematorium flue, but this was Don't use matches to light up the process, lest the smoke ignite the remaining combustibles in the tunnel and burn yourself.
Another way is to go to the basement in the dark, but there should be a large iron stove there, and there may not be an exit.
Just rely on the few remaining matches.
The basement is not very practical either.
I told my companions about this plan, and the fat man immediately objected: "No, this is definitely putschism.
I said, Lao Hu, this is going to be very difficult.
Although we have to get out of this chimney sooner or later, we can't burn it."
The feeling of becoming smoke is so different from that of climbing up alive.
This is not for living people at all.
Besides, there is such a thick layer of grease on the flue.
It will definitely make you climb up.
You may think it doesn't matter if it slips.
The worst case scenario is that if it falls, it will fall into the stove.
If I fall to death or become crippled, I won't feel any shame.
But what if the top is narrow and gets me stuck in it, and I can't get up and get down?
I'll be suffocated to death.
I can’t bear to die in this cowardly way.
I’m afraid there is no such precedent in the world since ancient times, and I don’t want to break this world record.”
I said: "Our myopia glasses must solve the current problem one by one, and there is no other way to withdraw now.
This is not my personal heroism.
I think the only way to take this matter now is to take a chance.
You just wait for me here.
I climbed out single-handedly, and then tried to open the iron gate from the outside to let you out.
If you fall, I will take the first step, and we will see you in the next life.
Ding Sitian grabbed my arm and urged me: "Don't go.
Are you climbing on the chimney of the crematorium?
Even if you don't fall to death, you can choke to death from the soot and oil fumes inside.
Let's think of something else.
Find a way."
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I was also relying on a moment of bloody courage.
I was afraid that if I hesitated for a moment, I would not dare to risk climbing the flue again.
A strong man needs nine points of ruthlessness, and a strong horse needs eighteen lashes.
You can't let your ears soften at the critical moment.
The chain fell off, so I ignored Ding Sitian’s dissuasion and got into the iron cover again.
In the back chimney, I covered my mouth and nose with a scarf, and looked up at the chimney mouth.
There was only one and a half floors between me and the exit, which wasn't that far.
Plus, I didn't know how to climb the stairs myself.
I was relatively confident in my ability to climb higher, so I gritted my teeth and leaned into the flue
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