There was a turntable-shaped lock on the iron door marked with the "zero" mark.
Lao Yangpi and Fatty pushed the door with their backs, put more force on their waists and legs, and closed the iron door that had not been opened or closed for more than 20 years.
A creaking sound came, and I held the turntable door lock, preparing to lean down and use my own weight to make it rotate and lock the door when the iron door closed.
It was about to close the iron door, but there were already several pale arms of rotting corpses stretching out from the brick room, and they were all added to the cracks of the door.
Those dead fingers scratched the iron door, and there was a sound of nails rubbing against the iron skin. , there was so much movement in the empty tunnel that it made people's scalp tighten, and they wanted to reach out and cover their ears, not wanting this bone-deep sound to penetrate into their heads.
The fat man snatched the long knife from Lao Yangpi's hand and chopped it off, cutting off several arms and a rotten corpse's head that poked out from the crack of the door.
A lot of black and sticky liquid suddenly flowed out from the severed limbs, and the smell was strange and foul. , the man felt like vomiting, and the fat man slashed a few times, but more and more corpse limbs were sticking out of the brick room.
The iron door that was about to close was forced open for a few inches, and there seemed to be something behind the iron door.
There are endless shares The mysterious power was beyond the range that humans could resist.
Seeing that the three of us were in a tight situation, Ding Sitian also struggled to come over to help.
The four of us gritted our teeth and used all our strength, but not only could the iron door not be pushed back anymore, , the crack in the door became wider and wider.
Finally, under the huge force of the waves, we were knocked to the ground, and the No. 0 iron door was finally completely knocked open from the inside.
The "Zero" iron door was blasted open by the huge force coming from the brick chamber.
There seemed to be a mountain behind the door that was about to move.
Although the rotten corpse that Fatty and I encountered in the secret room was strong, it moved slowly and stiffly.
Those zombies full of maggots would never make such a noise.
There must be something unusual buried in that mysterious brick kiln.
But there was no way we could continue to stay in front of the iron gate, waiting to see what would crawl out from inside.
Seeing that my plan to rely on the iron gate to take a defensive position had failed, I quickly asked the fat man to carry Ding Sitian, whose legs were weak, and the four of them I endured the pain and retreated out of the passage.
I smelled the stench behind me, and in the middle of my busy schedule, I looked back with the engineer's lighting tube.
In the blink of an eye.
Countless white corpses were seen pouring out of the iron door.
These corpses seemed to be wrapped in some kind of plants, and they were all connected together, and they were squirming out of the brick room one by one.
These gray dead bodies are mixed with the roots of countless plants, and the stems are covered with soil and meat maggots.
I was secretly surprised when I encountered a rotting corpse in the brick room.
At first I thought it was a corpse, but I couldn't stop it by staring at it.
At that time, I began to suspect that it was not a zombie, but it was difficult to determine what it was, so I looked back in a hurry.
I found that all the dead bodies seemed to be growing in some kind of whitish plant rhizome.
The yellow thing inside the white actually looked like a rare giant ginseng.
The upper part looked like an old woman, with a wrinkled face and a bloated body. .
The lower half is like a ginseng, full of branching roots, some long and some short, like tentacles.
Each root has bristle barbs.
Dozens of rotten and dry corpses are integrated with its roots.
God knows what kind of monster the Japanese devils were raising in that brick kiln.
But even the old wild ginseng that has been formed for thousands of years is definitely not that big.
If this is really an old ginseng that has been around for thousands of years, it must be a demon ginseng.
The fat man also turned around and looked at it, and said in surprise: "Old Hu, you are looking at a dead man."
Why are there radish sprouts growing on my body?"
I While holding the old sheep's skin and running forward, he said to the fat man: "What are you looking at?
Look carefully.
It's a large ginseng tree with a lot of dead bodies growing on it.
It's not that there are radishes growing on the dead bodies.
There are also Russian spirits that haven't been served quickly."
Throw a bottle and light it on fire to stop it."
But we had just evacuated in a hurry.
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In our panic, we threw the package rolled out of the Russian's room near the iron door.
It was impossible to go back and get it, so we had to speed up and escape.
But the four of us were extremely tired, and our feet were underfoot.
As if filled with lead , although I was anxious, I couldn't move forward at my feet.
However, the alien plants wrapped in carrion behind me were getting closer and closer.
I could only hear the sound of dead tree bark rubbing against the cement of the wall behind my head, and the fishy smell.
I almost choked and fainted.
Most of the underground passages were closed with iron doors, but some were locked and could not be opened.
We panicked and saw an iron door with iron gratings at the corner of the passage that was not closed.
We quickly supported each other and kicked the door and rushed in with our backhands.
When he closed the door, he was half a step too late.
The tentacles of the ginseng-like plant had already penetrated the door.
The fat man was about to push the door open, but he was the first to bear the brunt and was entangled by several rotten corpses on the tentacles.
Lao Yangpi and I were holding the iron door tightly, unable to save him.
At this time, one arm and two legs of the fat man were hugged by the corpse.
He only had one arm left to move.
He cut off the arm with a knife.
The root tentacles of the demon ginseng splashed all over him with stinking juice as thick as splashed ink.
As soon as the root was broken, the elephant shrank back suddenly as if it was aware of the pain.
Lao Yangpi and I pushed the iron door shut.
The air lock on the door had lost its function because it had not been used for too long.
I pushed it through.
The chair was against the door, and the sound of fingernails scratching outside was still constant, and the door was slammed against the iron door one after another.
We leaned against the iron door with our backs, our hearts pounding, and there was only one thought left in our minds: "Chairman's blessing, I hope the iron door and the wall are strong and solid, but don't let that monster break in."
Although there were constant noises from outside, the basement was built entirely according to the standards of solid military fortifications, and it might not be able to explode with a bomb.
We retreated here and finally achieved temporary safety.
The fat man quickly reached out and touched himself.
He saw that there were no missing parts on his body, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he looked at the demon ginseng root that was cut off by the long knife.
It was nearly two meters long, as thick as a sea bowl, and flowed out from where it was cut by the knife.
There was a lot of thick, foul-smelling sap, and it was extremely fishy.
Although half of the roots were broken, It rolled and trembled like a gecko tail that had been cut off.
However, the three rotten corpses that were born as one with it had completely lost all signs of life.
Dark liquid was flowing out of their eyes, and they were just following the writhing array of demon ginseng roots.
It seems like the beasts are no longer a threat.
Both Lao Yangpi and Fatty lost their strength and slumped down against the iron door.
I held on and used the engineer's lighting tube to illuminate the basement where we were.
The room was full of messes.
There were scattered tables, chairs, and cupboards.
The air-conditioning pipes seemed to be blocked.
The air underground was bone-chilling.
I was thinking about Ding Sixian's condition and had no intention of looking any further.
I helped her sit down in the corner.
I saw that Ding Sitian's face was as green as if it was dripping with water.
Although she was still conscious, her breath was like a gossamer, with more air coming out and less air going in.
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It seemed that she might fall asleep at any time, so I comforted her and told her to persevere to the end no matter what, take a breather and rest, and find the antidote even if the institute is turned upside down.
Ding Sitian seemed to know that her death was approaching.
I couldn't help but feel extremely sad, and said to my fat man with difficulty: "I know I can't be saved this time.
Please don't tell my mother about this.
I really miss the days when we connected the whole country together.
Don't feel sorry for me.
Definitely."
To find a way to get out alive, remember that death does not belong to the working class.”
Fatty and I held Ding Sitian's cold hands tightly.
She replied tragically and with tears in her eyes: "Vulgar taste is not guilty."
Thinking about the imminent separation of life and death, he choked up and found it difficult to speak.
At this time, Lao Yangpi came over and said: "This girl's life is miserable, we can't let her die like this."
In this dark room.”
The fat man said with a mournful face: "If Sitian looks like this, the poison from the golden-scaled cricket has already dispersed into the bone marrow.
We are clever women and can't make a meal without rice.
There is no antidote for this neurotoxin, so there is no way to save lives."
The wound on my shoulder hurt so much that the veins on my forehead were bouncing.
If it weren't for the dangerous situation I was in, I would have fallen to the ground and slept with him for three days and three nights.
But seeing everyone depressed and desperate, I couldn't help but feel an extremely strong rebellious emotion in my bones, and my spirit was lifted.
I remember a Russian philosopher once said: "The suffering of life will always make you breathless.
If If you don’t resist, but just obey the fate, you will only sink deeper and deeper into the predicament, until you lose everything in the end.”
I gritted my teeth and said to everyone: "If there is rice, even a fucking stupid woman can make a meal.
I can never watch our most important comrade sacrifice in front of my eyes.
If there is no rice, look for rice.
If there is no rice, look for rice.
If there is no medicine, look for medicine."
"It's not time to hold a memorial service for her yet.
As long as you still have breath, never give up."
When I told the fat man, he started to rush out violently.
I stopped him to analyze the situation at hand for everyone.
If there is really a medicine to treat cockroach poisoning in the research institute, it is probably in a relatively closed warehouse or laboratory, but this underground The scale of the facility is unexpectedly large.
Let alone finding the specific location, it is difficult to get lost without losing direction.
However, the first thing to do now is to find a way to get out of here.
I listened carefully and saw that the movement in the corridor outside the basement was much quieter than before, but the ginseng essence that looked like an old woman seemed to be waiting outside.
The guy's body was covered with mud and flesh maggots, and his roots were wrapped in There are so many rotting corpses that they almost fill up the passage outside.
Let alone finding a way to get rid of them, we don’t even know what they are.
I soaked the last bit of cold water in the kettle and put it on Ding Sitian's forehead to cool her down.
Then I walked back and forth in the room, racking my brains to think of a way to escape.
After walking back and forth a few times, I finally closed the basement.
When I opened the iron gate, half of an old ginseng-like root was chopped off by the fat man.
There were several corpses with pale skin on the roots.
I used my feet to poke at one of the corpses to see if it was a plant or a corpse.
The white rotting corpse was covered with a thick layer of fat maggots, and there was something black under the maggots.
I noticed something, so I quickly brought the engineer's lighting tube closer.
When I looked at it, I saw that the corpse was wearing a black coat. , there is a red ribbon tied around the waist, and the legs below are sucked into the thick roots, blending into one with it.
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It is not clear what kind of clothing the lower body is.
Looking at the other corpses, they all have no clothes on them.
Clothes, he was probably naked when he died.
My heart moved, and I hurriedly said to Fatty and others: "The Russian's suicide note clearly stated that many captives from various countries were also imprisoned in this institute as subjects for live experiments, but look at this rotting corpse in black.
The black clothes and red ribbons look very familiar.
Have we seen the tomb-robber bandits in the Xing'an Mountains somewhere?
They are definitely from the Ni'er Hui."
The fat man nodded repeatedly when he heard this.
It is not difficult to imagine this matter.
It was probably the Ni'er Hui people who stole some secrets from Wong Tai Sin Temple, and then the Japanese killed the donkey and threw it into the brick room to feed the demon.
Participate, but there is one detail worth noting.
The rest of the rotting corpses are in the same state of death, but they are all naked.
Obviously, this muddy bandit is dead.
It was very hurried, and it didn't seem like a premeditated act by the Japanese devils.
Perhaps this rogue, like the rest of the people in the institute, was affected by the sudden disaster.
He fled into the brick room in panic.
The result turned out to be like this.
If Lao Yangpi's Kangxi sword hadn't been sharp just now, Fatty and I would probably end up like him now.
The fat man reached out and rummaged around in the deceased's clothes, trying to find out if there was anything useful.
He found a pair of black donkey hooves, a few ropes, and some evil cinnabar, which further confirmed the identity of the deceased.
His identity was 100% that of a bandit from the Ni'er Society.
Looking at the withered corpse, the limbs and bones were as stiff as rotten wood, and the hair and nails were still growing.
They were all the same as zombies.
It was really hard to imagine how it turned into this appearance.
In order to find a way to escape, Fatty and I thought about it and suddenly remembered that the brick kiln-like secret room was very strange.
We changed the customs in the village where we jumped in, demolished many ancient tombs, scraped the tomb bricks and reused them. , although the shape of the tomb bricks is different from that of this underground brick kiln, there is a cold and cold atmosphere on the tomb bricks.
Even under the noon sun, holding the You will never feel a trace of warmth from a tomb brick.
The tomb brick will always feel as if it has just been taken out of the ice cellar.
Fatty and I have a deep understanding of this, the chilling feeling after entering the brick kiln.
The feeling is unmistakable.
Maybe the secret room codenamed "Zero" is actually the tomb chamber of an underground ancient tomb.
And why is there a giant ginseng tree buried under the soil of the tomb chamber?
At this time, Lao Yangpi, who had been silent, heard the discussion between me and the fat man, and suddenly interjected: "I thought you young intellectuals had knowledge and knew that the god was a Jile, but I heard that you were wrong about ginseng.
There is also the God’s corpse place in my hometown.
If I remember correctly, it is a treasure dug up from the Western Regions. " I didn't expect Lao Yangpi to know that he was so busy after returning from the Western Regions that he explained clearly what the ginseng with many corpses on it was: