When she was a child, she would always go to and from school in fear every day, walking through the row of closed firewood rooms in front of her house. She never knew which day a certain room would be open, and a row of wreaths, a photo of the deceased, and a mouthful of flowers would appear.

A coffin, a dead body.

Among them, what frightens her the most is often the sight of old men covered in skin and bones with a lifeless look peeking out from the cracks in the door.

They would lean on the sickbed in the firewood room and watch, and their bodies seemed to carry a dark aura that led directly to the netherworld. Whenever she passed by, she always felt that the dying old man's eyes were following her fiercely, with an uneasy feeling in his eyes.

The jealous light of the metaphor seems to be the desire for something that is full of vitality.

The girl ran over every time and never dared to look back. She was very afraid that if she stayed for just one second longer, the old man would jump out of the hospital bed like in a nightmare, spraying his rotten breath with his skinny arms.

Seize her life and go to the netherworld together...

"Don't worry, I don't know where the things are, but I know the clues left here..."

The boy used his mobile phone to illuminate the room and carefully examined the details of the rows of doors among the firewood, as if he was inspecting an ancient tomb of the Western Han Dynasty dug into the ground. He may have taken the nervous movements of the tall girl as a reaction to impatience.

Only then did he speak out to comfort him.

But in the eyes of girls, his current behavior is extremely weird and does not provide any psychological comfort.

I saw him knocking on the outer door of the firewood room here and there, his expression a little stiff and impatient. The old security guard might come back at any time, and there was not much time left for him. In the darkness, he seemed to be visiting the people who had been living underground.

Yimin, waiting for "them" to hear the question, pushed open the door and greeted the two of them with a smile, and his body was full of ghostly aura.

Suddenly, there were slow shuffling footsteps in the darkness, accompanied by some off-beat humming, which seemed to be following their direction. This sudden panic made them quickly alert, and then they turned off the light of their mobile phones.

Wear dark colors to protect yourself.

In the darkness, a black shadow passed in front of them without noticing their figures, and then walked over with slow but firm steps.

The tall girl first lowered her head and held her breath. Then, as the boy walked forward in the dark, her fear continued to grow. However, she still tried her best to calm down, trying to ignore the strange behavior of the boy and the increasingly absurd situation at the moment, and turned

Focus on your own fear itself, constantly analyze it, and face your inner fear.

Although the fear of "doors" has been rare since ancient times, it is not traceable. Especially in the history and archeology industries, people often see the door at the end of the Xuan Palace half open in the cold and cramped underground tomb space.

There is a girl half-leaning at the door, with a faint look in her eyes...

"Picture of a woman opening her door".

This type of mysterious tomb murals frequently appeared in tomb chambers, tombs, and stone monuments since the Han Dynasty. For some reason, they disappeared in the late Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, and suddenly became popular again during the Song, Liao, Jin, and Yuan dynasties.

There are various indications that this form was originally related to the Han Dynasty when Huang-Lao's art was popular. The Queen Mother of the West was considered to be the keeper of the door to immortality. The source of the so-called "Woman Opening the Door" is that the tomb owner hoped to use the guidance of fairies.

, being able to see the Queen Mother of the West will help the deceased realize their long-cherished wish to become immortal.

However, there is a tidal change in the timeline that is so puzzling that many religious scholars have linked this change to the rise and fall of certain ideological trends in history, and firmly believe that it is related to some secret sects.

It is highly relevant, and even many familiar ancients are witnesses.

More rigorous historians will analyze it from the perspective of the tomb space. This half-open door must lead to an undisplayed space. Therefore, in this way, the owner of the tomb realized the infinite unknown of the space behind the door.

The expansion of limited space means using "people's imagination" to expand and extend the tomb space.

All in all, no one knows yet. These "doors" hidden deep under ancient cemeteries, with stone and brick carvings that vividly imitate the pillars and brackets of wooden buildings, represent the door of life or the door of death, and whether behind the door is immortality or hell.

Huangquan, I only know that in the dark and deep underground palace, there are always eerie pictures of door openings, which constantly inspire people's fear...

I don't know how far I walked, but there was an iron door standing at the end of the underground garage. The iron ropes imposed on it many years ago were rusty. The boy slowly moved forward, knocked on the iron door that had been covered with dust for many years, and stepped forward.

I could feel the sound of resentment among the rippling shock waves, which seemed to reach into a vast and mysterious space.

The boy's face showed joy, and the rusty iron rope was cut off with a slight break. It was as fragile as a deep-fried dough cake. Dust fell from the door, and behind the door was something more solid and real than the darkness.

Things look like a basalt wall that stood in place hundreds of millions of years ago.

The boy finally faded away from his pious and fanatical mood, and the sounds in his ears gradually disappeared. It seemed that it was just a routine inspection. After calming down for a moment, the movements of his hands did not stop, but his state became much more natural, as if he had worn something.

Putting on the personality cloak that he had just forgotten, he spoke as gently as possible.

"Sorry, I forgot to explain it to you."

The boy's voice was filled with guilt, and the light from his mobile phone once again illuminated the space between the two of them, also lighting up a trace of hope and warmth.

"It's okay, just say it."

"It's like this. There are a total of 127 houses of various sizes in the dormitories of the old Agricultural Bureau. Therefore, it is logical that there should be 127 firewood sheds underground. However, according to my investigation, a total of 128 firewood sheds were actually built."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The girl said curiously: "It's just one more room. Maybe it's just that the area planning is a little rich. You can't just leave it empty for the sake of fairness and equality, right?"

The boy shook his head disapprovingly.

"That means you don't understand that era. Fairness and equality were still a very important thing... The main thing is, have you ever thought about why the basement of the old Agricultural Bureau dormitory was only built in Building B, but not Building A?

Where’s the bottom?”

Without waiting for the girl to reply, he continued speaking on his own.

"In October 1969, the Central Military Commission's Office issued the 'No. 1 Order', believing that the Soviet Union might take radical military measures and requiring the country to prepare for war. Various regions began to build air-raid shelters everywhere, and Fujian served as the front line against Taiwan.

, is the focus of the construction work.”

"This area has always been the gathering area for Chong'an County's administrative agencies. In order to protect the integrity of the data and administrative organization, the government excavated many semi-permanent underground air-raid shelters, which were abandoned as the relations between China, the Soviet Union, and the United States changed. By the 1980s,

During the construction of the old Agricultural Bureau dormitory, we accidentally excavated an air-raid shelter code-named 'Jian 802'."

"After digging the air-raid shelter, the construction of the basement of Building A encountered some bizarre problems, which led to the final shelving. The numbered air-raid shelter was a military facility at the time, and the local government did not dare to bury it at will, so they reported it to their superiors.

The 128th firewood room was built as the door to the 'Jian 802' air raid shelter, and all the cultural relics and monuments dug out during the construction process that may affect the construction of the dormitory were also placed inside."

After listening to this, the girl only felt that the smile created by the light of the mobile phone was warm. It was as fragile as a piece of white paper and could be overturned by the sudden thick ink at any time. However, the sense of mission and desire for discovery in her heart gathered strength again.

This put her in a dilemma.

The shuffling footsteps sounded in the distance, with a strange rhythm, and seemed to be tracking their footsteps again. The girls were shocked and realized that the person who passed by them just now seemed to have everything, but did not bring the key.

The sound of strings colliding...

In the darkness, the tall girl's vision began to blur. She seemed to see a door half open, so dark that she didn't know if it was the door of life or death. A girl who looked exactly like her was leaning against the door with a faint look, her lips slightly opened.
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