Although this chimney is big, it is only in relative terms.
It is actually much smaller than the big chimney in the crematorium.
There are hazy stars above my head.
Seeing the skylight-like chimney mouth, I gain a little more confidence and use the knife to The sheath scraped the inner wall of the flue, quickly cleaning away a circle of soot and grease, and then used the pedals to test the friction.
The flue was very narrow, so if you use your back to support it and gradually rub it up, it would not be a big problem. .
But some things seem easier than doing.
As soon as I scraped off a layer of sludge, the flue was already so choked that I couldn't open my eyes.
Even though I covered my nose, I still felt dizzy with a severe lack of oxygen, and the inner wall of the flue was scratching.
It was so slippery that I couldn’t exert any strength here.
I was holding my body up to prevent falling and scraping the oil with the scabbard.
It was really difficult.
I had barely climbed half a step up and already felt my arms and legs tremble. .
I guess I couldn't hold on any longer and was about to give up.
I finally looked up and planned to go down.
Unexpectedly, when I looked up, I saw a dark red light appearing at the mouth of the flue.
I didn't know when.
Thinking that he was dazzled, he closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously and then opened his eyes to look, but he saw a lamp like a torch, changing light and dark, like a will-o'-the-wisp, floating erratically above.
Seeing this situation, I suddenly remembered what the old man often said.
On a dark night, if there is no light at all, but a solitary light suddenly appears, it is definitely a will-o'-fire rather than a light.
That is exactly what it means: "Don't walk alone on a bright moon, a lone lamp Not a human being."
As soon as this thought occurred, the smoke The will-o'-the-wisp on the top of the chimney floated down, and I panicked.
This was really a knife from the goddamn sky.
I pinched two fistfuls of blood.
Why did the hands and feet supporting my body slip due to any evil thing?
, lost the center of gravity to maintain balance, and fell down the flue of the crematorium.
This sight was unexpected, like a thunderbolt passing through the air.
Seeing the will-o'-the-wisp light moving from top to bottom, my feet slipped on the inner wall of the flue, and my body lost support and fell immediately.
I knew very well that it would be unfortunate to fall into the furnace at the bottom of the flue.
Even if I didn't fall to death on the spot, my bones would be broken.
But I didn't expect that the airflow in the chimney of the incinerator would accumulate for a long time, and the flue would be damaged.
It is also extremely narrow, so the body falls to the ground very slowly, as if you are in the clouds.
The fat man happened to be guarding the entrance of the flue on the second floor, waiting for the signal after I went up.
Although the inside of the flue was dark and rumbling, he knew from the sound that I had missed my hand.
He quickly put his hand into the flue and grabbed it.
My back was facing him, and he was He grabbed the collar and pulled it back.
The flue opening on the second floor was even narrower, and there was bricks, mud, and cement outside the iron cover.
I hit my head on the corner of the wall, and I didn’t feel any pain in the chaos.
I’m not a fat man who was pushed to the heel by a tiger.
People who are interested in seeing whether they are male or female.
Knowing that something was wrong, he didn't waste a second, and with the drag of the fat man, he crawled back to the flue opening and closed the iron cover with his backhand.
In the darkness, he heard something like a hammer in the flue.
It hung tightly on the lid and made a buzzing sound.
It sounded like there was something at the top of the flue.
I was disturbed by the sound of scraping soot with my scabbard, and actually got into the inside of the flue.
The thing bumped against the outside of the flue opening a few times, and then became silent. , the hearts of me and the other three were hanging in our throats.
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If the fat man hadn't seen the opportunity quickly just now, once I fell into the crematorium, even if I wasn't injured, I would have been caught by that thing in the flue, that will-o'-the-wisp.
What on earth is such a thing?
Ding Sitian wanted to see if I was injured, so she lit another match.
When I saw the fire, I quickly blew out the match in one breath: "I'm covered in coal ash grease, you want to light me up."
"Lamp."
As I spoke, I felt that my face was sticky.
It was probably because my head was broken and bleeding, so I wiped it with my hand and asked Ding Sitian to find a handkerchief and bandage it for me first.
Lao Yangpi said to me: "I don't ask your baby to crawl through that black hole, but your baby has to crawl through that black hole.
Thanks to your baby's good fortune, your baby is lucky."
The fat man said to Lao Yangpi: "What a blessing.
If I hadn't pulled him back with my quick eyesight and quick hands, from now on, there would be no such big figure as Hu Bayi in the revolutionary ranks."
I said, comrades, let’s not rest on our laurels.
Although death does not belong to the working class, I guess the things in the flue are not good people.
There is definitely no hope after leaving the flue.
But we must not be discouraged.
According to me, If the first plan fails, we will try another one.
The only way is to go into the basement in the dark.
The situation below is unknown.
We can only take one step at a time and stay the same to cope with the changes.
No matter what happens next, we must prepare it in advance.
Cars, horses and artillery are approaching, and the lame person is mentally prepared to climb the mountain with difficulty every step of the way.
It was pitch dark in the corridor, and it was difficult to walk without lights, but we were reluctant to use the remaining matches anyway.
Everyone was poor at that time, and they would not burn clothes for lighting unless they had to, because no one knew when we would Only then can we see the light outside again.
Fortunately, we are inside the room.
It is still feasible to walk to the basement by feeling the walls and stair railings.
The four of us reached the end of the stairs step by step.
There was no more stairs going down.
I asked Ding Entian to strike a match to see the terrain.
The underground of this hut was indeed a crematorium.
In front of us There are several pulleys for pushing corpses, and several cabinets used to store disinfection and deodorizing supplies.
On the white walls beside the cabinets, two hanging The equipment is similar to a chemical protective suit, which may be worn by the corpse burners here.
There is a huge furnace cabinet next to the wall, and the two cold cast iron chamber doors are tightly closed.
The space on the ground floor is huge.
Just arrived at the corpse burning furnace , a match had already burned to ashes, and we didn’t even have time to see if there were any remains of the victims that had not been destroyed in the crematorium.
The incineration room was quiet and cold, and the air seemed to freeze.
Being in this gloomy and cold environment, we were all in a state of anxiety.
Ding Sitian pulled my sleeve and asked: "I heard my uncle talk about the past.
When it comes to fighting against the Japanese in Shanxi, the Japanese who kill people either don’t bury them or bury them in pits.
But have you ever thought about why the Japanese here kill people and burn their bodies to ashes in furnaces?”
When I was asked by her, I thought that women are just curious and don’t want to get to the bottom of everything, so I replied casually: "Do you even need to ask?
The Japanese must want to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces.
Your uncle was an Eighth Route Army soldier in Shanxi."
Ah, I never heard you mention this."
But then I thought about it, no, I never thought of this.
I heard that the little devil is the most stingy and can't bear to use a big bowl when eating.
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There seems to be no need to spend manpower and material resources to build a secret crematorium in this wilderness.
If there is no need to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces, why incinerate the corpses unless there are some corpses?
I think it is very likely that something fatal happened in this "Hundred Eyes Cave".
Was it the plague?
It doesn't look like it.
The mural that summons the souls of the dead for thousands of years, the ancient copper box transported from Xing'an Mountains, and the secrets of the Japanese water supply unit.
Crematorium, is there any connection behind these incredible events?
In addition, where are the people here?
Did they surrender when they were defeated and were wiped out by the Soviet army?
Or are they all missing like the herds of cattle and wild geese?
What is this invisible thing that can devour living beings?
Is it the same thing as the dragon-shaped black shadow in the cave mural?
What is the use of the buried stones in the cave?
Is the female corpse in the mural dug up by the Japanese?
Who is it?
There are too many questions about closing the iron gate of the building door outside and trying to trap us in this brick-sealed room.
The gate can only be opened from the outside, but these things cannot be guessed by imagination alone. of.
I know that hearing is worse than seeing, and sight is worse than seeing.
Maybe there will be some clues in this underground crematorium, but the most important thing to do now is to get everyone out of this building first.
These companions Two of them are my most important comrades-in-arms, and one is a poor and lower-middle peasant whom we should unite with.
They have unconditional trust in me, and I will try my best to prevent any accidents from happening to them.
While I was thinking wildly, I touched the pulley used to push the body.
There are some white cloth sheets on it, maybe used to wrap the body before incineration.
It can be used to "paint the body".
I first wiped off the oil on my head and face, then changed into a set of chemical protective clothing with a mask and put it on. , and then led the other three people to tear the shroud into strips, and then used a knife to split the disinfection cabinet into several wooden strips.
After a lot of work, I finally made a dozen simple torches and lit one of them, which temporarily alleviated the difficult situation of us blind people riding blind horses.
The lighting range of the torch is much larger than that of matches.
Everyone's eyes are brightened.
There are emergency lights and various pipelines on the wall.
Unlike the bricks upstairs, which are just steel and concrete, these facilities have long since lost power and cannot be used.
Yes, although the basement is dark and cold, the air circulation is even better than that of the above-ground buildings.
It must be a special structure with filtering and ventilation.
We had just lit the torch and were about to carefully examine the terrain in order to find a way to escape.
Suddenly there was a violent vibration in the huge incinerator behind us.
It seemed that a huge thing was about to burst out of the furnace.
I knew it might be what I saw in the flue. something, But I don’t know what it is.
Fortunately, the furnace is bolted, so no matter how powerful it is, it can’t break it open.
Even though I only heard its sound and didn’t see its shape, I still feel that the sound is terrifying.
It is really not trivial, and I can’t help but worry.
Strong oven doors can be damaged.
I held up the torch and looked around.
I saw that there were no extra doors in the corpse-burning room, only a straight passage.
I called to everyone: "Although we have beaten bears in the east mountains and slaughtered donkeys in the west mountains, we can retreat when the enemy advances.
If you suffer immediate losses, withdraw first ."
After that, he took the lead and entered the passage.
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The floor of the passage was a cement slope, which was probably designed to facilitate the use of a pulley to push the body.
At the end was a completely locked heavy iron gate with no openable switch inside.
We pushed hard on the iron gate blocking the passage.
It was like a dragonfly shaking a pillar and it was motionless.
The fat man and I cursed angrily: "Who designed this damn place and put all the switches that open the door outside?"
This building with one underground floor and three floors above ground is simply a stuffy tank made of reinforced concrete and iron plates.
The only unobstructed chimney opening is still inaccessible.
If you can't find the exit, you will be trapped here and die. , everyone had no choice but to return to the cremation room and continue to look for an exit.
However, the four walls were extremely strong.
It was impossible to penetrate the walls of this building with artillery fire, let alone that we only had an old hunter in our hands.
Shot.
At this time, the sound in the crematorium had disappeared.
I walked quietly to the furnace and put my ear against the furnace door to listen.
There seemed to be the sound of a giant thing squirming and rubbing against the furnace wall.
I did this to the rest of the people.
With a silent gesture, he led everyone to the corner to discuss quietly.
Although the current situation is worrying, there is no direct danger.
We still have enough time to discuss how to leave this ghost building.
I told my three companions and others: "There is indeed something in the furnace, it seems to be some kind of beast.
I guess it may be is only The one-eyed python may have been alarmed by me when I was crawling out of the flue, and planned to come down to hurt someone, but ended up being trapped in the furnace and unable to return.
The walls of the furnace were covered with soot and grease, and it was not scraped off bit by bit.
Even if you have three heads and six arms, don’t even think about going up there.”
After Ding Sitian's parents retired from the army, they were assigned to work in the Museum of Natural History.
She knew the habits of many creatures.
When I said that the person locked in the crematorium might be a giant python, she shook her head and said: "Probably not, due to the limited environment.
There are no great pythons in the wilderness between grasslands and deserts.”
Lao Yangpi interrupted and said: "I told you before, but you just didn't write to me.
That's the Dragon King.
We have caused a huge disaster this time.
Not only did we eat the dragon's sons and grandsons in the water, but we also killed them.
The Dragon King is trapped inside, and I'm afraid even this iron shell can't stop it."
I thought to myself that it would be useless to say anything to a poor lower-middle peasant like Lao Yangpi who had too little consciousness.
It was like playing the harp to a cow and singing to a donkey.
It was just a waste of time.
He was too accepting of death, and I really didn’t bother to explain it to him. , the current situation can be said to be a trapped city.
I have to prepare for the worst.
No matter how hard I go upstairs and downstairs, I may not be able to find a way out, but I can't just wait here.
How long will it last?
Thinking of this, I felt a little anxious, so I impatiently said to Lao Yangpi: "Wherever there is a dragon prince and a horse prince lying on the ground with a pole, you don't even know how to read it, why do you just believe in these rumors?"
Ding Sitian advised me: "Don't always say bad things about Grandpa Yangpi on August 1st.
He is not superstitious but a simple class sentiment.
We educated youths who jump in the queue are all here to re-educate the poor and lower-middle peasants, not to educate the poor."
As a lower-middle peasant, my father once said that China Historically, the most miserable place has been the peasants.
They have been exploited all their lives.
They have faced the loess and turned their backs to the sky.
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The old cows have exhausted their strength and died under the knife.
However, in China, the greatest, most enduring and most tolerant people are also the peasants.
Without the peasants, there is no way to survive.
There will be no Chinese history.”
When Ding Sitian said that, I immediately calmed down.
I also felt that although I didn't say anything excessive, I really shouldn't have this kind of attitude towards Lao Yangpi.
As the saying goes, a good word will warm you in the winter, but a bad word will chill your bones.
But I was too embarrassed to admit my mistake in front of Ding Sitian, so I had to play it off and said to everyone: "I haven't criticized or self-criticized in the past two days.
I will definitely make up for it when I get back."
The fat man next to me took the opportunity to ridicule me and said: "After you go back, you have to take the lead in self-examination, study the documents carefully, keep up with the situation, criticize the right-wing ideas deep in your heart, consciously transform your bourgeois worldview, and Explain clearly your historical issues, origin issues, and how you came up with the idea of fame and fortune and left the revolutionary team.
If you are a junior and have embarked on the path of becoming a professional, don’t think that if you don’t explain it to the organization, it will be unclear.
The organization has complete control over your situation.
Now we are giving you a chance to explain it yourself.
To save you and treat you with leniency, you'd better rein in the situation and never cut yourself off from the people.
Historical experience tells us."
I interrupted him and said: "You fat man, why don't you become the black pen holder of a reactionary organization?
It would be a waste of your fat body.
We are locked up in this cement coffin that never sees the light of day, and you are still in the mood to talk nonsense."
No matter what the hell I say, I will cut myself off from the people.”
The fat man said: "Be happy when you can be happy, and be cheap when you can.
What's the use of worrying about it, won't you still be unable to get out?
In my opinion, we should prepare for a protracted war.
I guess in two days, old Ni will see that we are not ready."
Back to the pastoral area, he should send someone to find us.
We can go out when they find this place."
Ding Sitian said: "I'm just afraid that he wants to hide his responsibility for Lao Yangpi, and wants to buy us a few days as much as possible.
In that case, we won't have anything to eat or drink.
How long can we stay here and how long will it take them to find this place?"
" When I heard Ding Sitian talking about not eating or drinking, I suddenly had an idea and came up with an idea.
I said to Fatty and Ding Sitian: "I have a bad trick.
Do you still remember that we roasted piglets in the brick kiln to satisfy our greed?"
Why don’t we throw down the fire from the second floor and light the crematorium again, so that whatever is inside will be turned into smoke.”
As soon as this statement came out, everyone declared that it was good.
It can be seen that the person involved was confused and had never thought of this method.
As long as he tried to light the corpse furnace again, it would not only burn the things in the furnace, but also use the flame to clear the grease in the flue.
That way, one can climb out of the flue.
As long as one person can climb out, the closed iron gate can be opened from outside the building.
Just as everyone was about to take action, the torch in Fatty's hand burned out.
In order to save as much light as possible, we prepared a dozen torches, but we only lit one when one was almost burned out.
It was too difficult to think of a way to escape.
She was so excited that she even forgot to pick up the fireman.
Ding Sitian hurriedly took out the matchbox and wanted to light a fire.
But at this moment, she suddenly heard a sound in the darkness, as if someone was moving.
The place where the sound came from seemed to be in the crematorium.
At the furnace door.
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Apart from the four of us, there were no other living people in this building.
Not even a mouse was seen here.
I thought it was Lao Yangpi who went over there in the dark, so I quickly patted everywhere with my hands.
Lao Yangpi, Fatty, Ding Sitian, many of them are around, why suddenly there is an extra person or an extra ghost in the darkness: