Chapter 7 Grave Robbers' Chronicles

This is the mysterious basement of a mysterious sanatorium. A mysterious woman has done some incredible behaviors here. So, since she has lived here, she will always leave clues. If she can find out a little, she may be able to understand the truth of some things. Even if it is useless information, I can still know what her life and mental state was like at that time.

I knew almost nothing about what happened in this nursing home, and all the clues were important to me.

I started searching and I had to go and see what I could see.

The building here is very low, and my body is quite depressed here, but the lighting of the lighter is more effective and can be seen far away. I looked around and decided where to start.

In the blurry black and white images of the videotape, I couldn't watch the full picture and details of the room freely, but now it's OK, what I see is a little more intuitive. I first imagined the real Huo Ling's appearance of combing her hair, which was quite terrifying, and I quickly shook her head to divert her attention.

The zippo in my hand can keep burning and lighting, but it’s so hot that I can’t hold it if I just pinch it up a little. I found a piece of rag from the table and wrapped it up and continued to use it.

In the faint light of fire, I first looked at the walls. The walls of the room were painted with white paste, but now they were covered with dust. A wooden stick with a hook in it was nailed to the wall beside the door, which was the place to hang clothes. The newspaper was pasted under the wooden stick to prevent the hanging clothes from touching the white ash on the wall. The wooden stick came over and was a cabinet with no door. This should be where Huo Ling changed her clothes, and there was nothing inside. When I walked closer, I found that the cabinet seemed to have been scratched by something, full of marks.

There was nothing left on the wall next to it. Only the wires hanging on it were already gray, and there was a door hole connecting the next room on one side. I don’t know if it was not sealed during the construction site or was smashed later. The room opposite was empty.

Opposite the cabinet, there were two desks, and there were two pieces of them lined up side by side. It was piled up with things, as if they were some newspapers and garbage that I couldn't see clearly. There was a lot of paper on the wall next to the desk, all covered with dust.

I blew off the dust and looked at it one by one. I found that the content posted on the wall was very trivial. I saw the electricity bills from the 1990s, some meaningless numbers written down. These papers that have almost become a whole with the wall should have been used as telephone recorders at that time, because I remember that the phone was placed in this position. But now it is gone. Only a broken telephone line is left.

These things cannot give me any information, I can only know that she uses electricity when she lives here. I sighed and then began to search for the documents on the table.

The paper was all in the dust, and I couldn't care about so much smoke. I opened it one by one, and the paper was rotten, and there were very small snails disturbed by me. However, these things were just younger brothers compared to the snow-women in Changbai Mountain. I quickly turned the paper out and pulled out a few notebooks from it.

I took it out and shook it, and I found that it seemed to be a manuscript book of a large book. It used to be used to write manuscripts when I didn’t have a computer, and something was written on it.

I turned around and saw three lines of words on the first page:

Back room 2-3.

Number 012~053

Category: 20,939,45

What does this mean? I thought to myself, it seems that it is a file number. Could it be a handwritten document or classic?

I turned over the first page and found that it was not. On the second page, it turned out to be a picture, or ballpoint stroke, and it was drawn quite sloppy, and I couldn't tell what was being drawn at once.

I calmed down and carefully identified it. I looked at it for five or six minutes before I could see it. This turned out to be an ancient figure painting. But this person obviously did not know how to draw, and the figure was almost out of shape. It looked extremely strange. The ancient figure did not look like a human, but instead looked like a fox with a long mouth.

There are many incredible lines drawn around the characters. After I saw that the ghost thing was a person, the meaning of these lines also appeared. It should be the background of the figure painting, probably landscapes, temples, trees, etc.

I couldn't help laughing and thought to myself, what is this? Could it be Huo Ling's sketch? Her hobbies are quite wide.

I turned over and flipped over thirty or forty pages, all of which were like this. I put down the content without text, and read another book. The same is true. Except for the different contents on the first page, there were almost all maps. I didn’t know what it was, so I piled it on one side and continued to flip through the paper. As a result, there was nothing below, and I only found a few balls of things similar to rags inside, and I couldn’t even find a piece of paper with content.

I cursed again, thinking that it seemed that when they left the ground, they might have taken away all the information.

But I didn't give up, and I didn't believe that there was nothing left to bring. I sat down at the position where Huo Ling combed her hair, rested for a while, and opened the drawer in front of me, wanting to see what was in the drawer.

It was the largest drawer under the table in the middle of the desk. I pulled it for a while and felt that there was a door. His mother drawer was actually locked and felt heavy.

Generally, I will not lock the discarded furniture after moving, and the feel of it indicates that there may be something inside, so I became excited. This kind of lock cannot help me. I stood up, removed a coat hook behind the door, inserted it into the gap of the drawer and pressed it down hard, and immediately pressed the gap of the drawer widened, and the lock teeth were taken off. As soon as I pulled it, I pulled out the drawer.

I picked up the lighter and took a photo and said, the drawer was indeed full of things. I put the lighter on the edge of the drawer and started rummaging.

This must be a woman's drawer, with a lot of trivial things in it, which was very messy. Obviously, when I left, I had taken away the useful things, leaving behind wooden combs, small cake-like makeup boxes from the 1990s, and a thick stack of "Contemporary Movie" magazines. These old magazines have a long history. I remember when I was a child, I read them as pornographic books and magazines, as well as those black iron hairpins, many empty envelopes and an empty album.

There are many envelopes, but they are all unused. I patiently opened the holes one by one and looked at them. There was nothing inside and there were no photos in the album. I found that I must have let it go, but they were all taken away.

Then, I flipped through the old magazines, page by page, very carefully, but still didn't find it.

I fell to the chair and leaned down regardless of the dust on it. I looked at the opposite side of the table through the dim lighter light with a little tiredness. It was pitch black and so quiet that I was extremely disappointed. Obviously, if this seat belonged to Huo Ling, the woman was quite careful and deliberately did not leave any clues.

The cold around me was already greeting me. I gritted my teeth and couldn't give up. Damn, Roger's Law, it was impossible for me to stay nothing. I would definitely find something! I encouraged myself again. Although I was a little desperate, I pushed the drawers one by one, got up to see the desk opposite.

There was no chair sitting opposite me, so I bent down and found that the largest drawer in the middle was still locked. This was a bit strange. I repeated the same trick and pried open the drawer.

I thought the scene I saw would be the same as before, and I still had to flip through clues in the garbage dump. However, to my surprise, when I pulled it out this time, the drawer was very clean and empty, with nothing. There was only a large yellow envelope in the middle of the drawer, bulging, as big as a4 paper, and placed there right there, as if I was deliberately putting it on, waiting for me to see it.

"Huh" I felt aroused in my heart, realized something, and immediately picked it up and looked at it.

This is the kind of labor protection envelope from the late 1980s. It is made of kraft paper and has a faded Mao Zedong portrait. After touching it, I found that there was a very thick thing inside, but it was already damp and it was burped when touched, and it felt very soft. There was no text on the envelope.

I felt like there was a door here, so I quickly turned over and typed the envelope, and took out an old work note like a big magazine.

I was stunned for a moment, turned on the cover, and found that there was an extremely beautiful running script on the first page of the notebook:

I don't know which of the three people you will be, no matter who you are, when you come here and find this envelope, I believe it is already involved.

The video tape is the last insurance program we set up. The video tape is sent out, which means that the person who keeps the video tape can no longer contact me. Then, it means that I have died, or “it” has discovered me and I have left the city.

In either case, it means I may be leaving the world soon, so the videotape will guide you here and let you see this note.

This note records our research efforts and experience over the past decade. I will leave it to you, and you can know what you want to know from it.

However, what I want to remind you is that the contents involve some huge secrets. I vowed to bring them into the grave, but in the end I could not keep my promise. After reading these secrets, good fortune and fortune are unpredictable, so you should do it yourself.

Chen Wenjin
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