The others, whether inbox or outbox, are completely blank.

I suddenly had an ominous premonition, so I stood up, went to see under the bed, opened all the video cassette boxes on the bookshelf, and looked through the video cassette.

This last email proves that the person who communicated with me was sending and receiving emails here.

But, there is nothing here.

If a person is hiding here, it is impossible for this situation, and there will definitely be more traces of life. Or this person is a robot, and he does nothing except sending and receiving emails and processing information.

This will definitely make people crazy. If he lives alone, he will definitely go crazy.

I kept paced in this room, thinking about what was going on, was there more than one room here?

This is also possible. I thought to myself, and squatted down to look at the hole on the other side. Maybe I crawled through this hole and there was another room full of daily necessities, even basketball courts, and maybe there were inflatable dolls.

That person might live in another room.

I took a deep breath, squatted down and got into it. The pipe was narrower, and I had to shrink my stomach to squeeze in bit by bit. When I was halfway through, I realized that this person would definitely not be a big man. If he was a big man and lived such a life every day, I would rather die.

As I walked forward, I climbed about ten meters and suddenly there was light in front of me. I climbed out and found that the end was not the other room I thought, but a wooden board, with holes and holes on the wooden boards, and light shone in.

I pushed open the wooden board and immediately found that it was a dark alley.

The so-called dark alley is that when building peasant houses in the past, two houses were next to each other, and a very narrow passage would form in the middle, with two houses on both sides of the walls. Such a building structure is very unsafe because thieves can step on the walls on both sides to climb upstairs step by step, so many residents simply built their own walls and the walls of their neighbors to seal the two entrances of the narrow passage.

In this way, people will soon forget that there is a very narrow space between their own house and their neighbor's house.

This structure is used by many antique dealers, and many times it is used to place some contraband products here.

This dark alley can only pass by side, and it is almost impossible to return to the hole after coming out. I walked sideways to the wall, where there were a few bricks that could be used to leverage. I stepped up and then climbed down the wall.

When I went down, it was the outer wall of Uncle San’s house. I looked around and felt inexplicably confused. I could only go back from the main entrance in shame, thinking to myself what was going on?

I walked around the yard and touched my head. If this structure was the case, it means that this guy underground should have gone out of the dark alley like me.

Then why did he come back later? Could it be that he would come back from there? I thought it was OK. I could go to the dark alley to block him. The place was so narrow that he could not escape no matter what.

But I thought about it and thought it would be more appropriate to block him in his room.

I went down to the manhole again and arrived at the room.

This time I climbed, I was so tired that I was out of breath. I sat down on the chair and focused my attention at the entrance of the passage. As soon as anything popped out from inside, I rushed up and pressed him to death.

I didn't dare to turn on the flashlight, so I stayed quietly in the darkness.

I don’t know how long it took, but I was a little dazed, and suddenly I heard someone talking. I rushed back from my trance state, shuddered, immediately held my breath and looked towards the direction of the channel entrance.

It was pitch black there

I was stunned for a moment, hearing hallucination?

Just as I was about to finish, another voice came from the sound of speaking.

"Friends."

I don't know which corner of the room I heard this sound. I was so scared that I almost urinated. I immediately turned on the flashlight and shone around like a machine gun.

But after taking a look, I found that there were still no people in the room. Could it be that it was in the sewer? I was about to take a look when the sound rang again: "Open the computer."

I was shocked, and this time I clearly distinguished that the sound came from the ceiling.

At that moment, I suddenly felt something hanging on the roof of this room, and I immediately looked up.


Chapter completed!