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.

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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 from 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.

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I guess I couldn't hold on anymore 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. He saw a lamp like a torch, changing in light and dark, like a will-o'-the-wisp, floating erratically above.

Seeing this situation, I suddenly remembered that I often heard the old man say that 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: "The moon should not walk alone, the lantern must not walk alone."

Not a human being." As soon as this thought flashed across my mind, the will-o'-the-wisp on top of the chimney floated down, and I panicked. This was really a bloody knife from the sky. How come all evil **

The hands and feet supporting the body slipped. He lost his center of balance and fell down the flue of the crematorium.

This sight was unexpected, like a thunderbolt passing through the air. I watched 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 in my heart.

It would be unlucky to fall into the furnace at the bottom of the flue. Even if you don't fall to death on the spot, you will still break your muscles and bones. But I didn't expect that the airflow in the incinerator's chimney has accumulated for a long time, and the flue is extremely narrow.

Therefore, the body falls to the ground very slowly, as if it is 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 brick, 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.

Those who wanted to see if they were male or female knew something was wrong, so they didn’t waste a second, and with the drag of the fat man, they crawled back to the flue dredging opening, closed the iron cover with their backhand, and emerged in the darkness.

I heard something like a hammer hanging on the lid in the flue, making a buzzing sound.

It sounded like there was something at the top of the flue. I was alarmed 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 people were hanging in our throats. If the fat man hadn't seen the opportunity quickly just now, once I fell into the crematorium, even if I didn't fall, I would be caught by that thing in the flue, that will-o'-the-wisp.

What exactly are these things?

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 good fortune? If I hadn't pulled him back with my sharp eyes and hands just now, from now on, there would be no such big figure as Hu Bayi in the revolutionary ranks."

I said, comrades, where are you now? Let’s not rest on our laurels. Although death does not belong to the working class, I guess the things in this flue are not good people. There is definitely no hope after leaving the flue.

, but we must not be discouraged. It seems to me that this plan will not work, so we will try another plan. We can only go into the basement in the dark. The situation below is unknown. We can only take one step at a time and keep the same to cope with the changes. No matter what happens next.

No matter what happens, we must be mentally prepared in advance for the carriages, horses and artillery approaching, and for the lame man 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 would not burn clothes for lighting unless we had to, because no one knew when we would

Only then could I see the light outside again. Fortunately, I was inside the room. It was 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 deodorization supplies. On the white wall next to the cabinets, two sets of equipment similar to chemical protective suits are hung. They may be the corpse burning workshop here.

Walking through, there is a huge furnace cabinet next to the wall. Two cold cast iron doors are tightly closed. The space on the ground floor is huge. As soon as we arrived at the crematorium, a match had already burned to ashes. We didn’t even have time to look at it.

Are there any remains of the victims that have not been destroyed in the crematorium?

The incineration room was quiet and cold, and the air seemed to freeze. Being in such a 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, they either don’t bury the people they kill, 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 care about getting to the bottom of everything, so I replied casually: "Is there any 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 matter." But then I thought about it, no, I never thought of this level. I heard that the little devils are the most stingy, and they are reluctant to use a big bowl when eating. They waste manpower and material resources in this wilderness.

There seems to be no need to build a secret crematorium. 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 possible that something fatal happened in this "Hundred Eyes Cave". Was it the plague? It doesn't look like it. The murals summoning the souls of the dead for thousands of years, the ancient copper boxes transported from Xing'an Mountains, and some water supply troops built by the Japanese army

Is there any connection behind the secret crematorium, these incredible events? Where have the people here gone? Did they surrender when they were defeated? Was they wiped out by the Soviet army? Or are they all missing like the herds of cattle and wild geese?

What is that 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? The female corpse in the mural was dug up by the Japanese

? Who is closing the iron gate of the building outside, trying to trap us here? The room closed with bricks, the gate that can only be opened from the outside? There are too many questions, but these things are simple

It is completely impossible to guess based on imagination.

I know that hearing is worse than seeing, and seeing 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 front of the pulley for pushing the corpse. There were some white cloth sheets on it, maybe they were used to wrap the corpse before incineration. I could use it to "glaze", so I wiped off the grease on my head and face first.

, put on a set of chemical protective clothing with a mask, and then led the other three people to tear the shroud into strips, and used a knife to split the disinfection cabinet into several wooden strips. After a lot of work, finally made

A dozen simple torches and lighting one of them 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 is smooth and even better than in the above-ground buildings. It seems to have 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 object was about to burst out of the furnace. I knew it might be what I saw in the flue.

It's 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 felt that the sound was terrifying, and it was really not trivial.

, I can’t help but worry that the sturdy furnace door will be damaged.

I held up the torch and looked around. There were no extra doors in the cremation 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't retreat when the enemy advances.

If you suffer the immediate loss, retreat first." After saying that, he took the lead and entered the passage. The floor of the passage was a cement slope. It was probably designed to facilitate the use of pulleys to push corpses. At the end was another completely locked heavy iron gate. There was no way inside.

Turn on the ground switch.

We pushed hard on the iron gate blocking the passage. It was like a dragonfly shaking a pillar, and it didn't move. The fat man and I cursed angrily: "Who designed this damn place? All the switches that open the door are placed outside.

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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 where you can't get out. If you can't find the exit, you will be trapped here and die.

, everyone had no choice but to return to the corpse 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

It was a one-eyed python. Maybe it was alarmed by me when I was crawling out of the flue. It planned to come down and hurt someone, but it ended up being trapped in the furnace and could not get back. The walls of the furnace were covered with soot and grease, not even a speck of it.

Even if you have three heads and six arms, you can’t even think of going up there after you’ve shaved off it.”

After Ding Sitian's parents retired from the army, they were assigned to work in the Museum of Natural History. She knew many biological habits. 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 environment,

No boa constrictors live in the wilderness between the grasslands and the desert."

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 Prince is trapped inside, and I'm afraid that 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 city of sorrow. 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. It depends on how long I can survive.

What about one stop?

Thinking of this, I felt a little anxious, so I impatiently said to Lao Yangpi: "Where can I find the Dragon King and the Horse King? The pole is lying on the ground. You don't even know how to read it. Why do you believe in these rumors?"

Ding Sitian advised me: "Don't always say something bad about Old Yangpi Grandpa on August 1st. He is not superstitious but a simple class sentiment. We educated youths who join the queue are all here to re-educate the poor and lower-middle peasants, not to educate the poor."

For lower-middle peasants, my father once said that in Chinese history, the most miserable place is the peasants. They have been exploited all their lives, facing the loess with their backs to the sky. The old cow died under the sword at the end of their strength. But in China, the greatest, most enduring and most powerful

It is also the farmers who endure. Without farmers, there would be no history in China."

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 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 ​​​​name and wealth, broke away from the revolutionary ranks, and embarked on the path of being a professional. Don’t think that if you don’t explain it to the organization, it will be completely unclear to you.

I have grasped it, and now I am giving you a chance to explain it yourself. It is to save you and treat you leniently. It is best for you to step back from the cliff 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 a black pen holder of a reactionary organization? It's really a waste of your fat body. We are imprisoned in this cement coffin that never sees the light of day, and you are still in the mood to talk nonsense."

Egg? What the hell did I say that I would cut myself off from the people?"

The fat man said: "Be happy when you can be happy, and be cheap when you can get it. What's the use of worrying about it, won't you still be unable to get out? In my opinion, let's prepare for a protracted war. I guess in two days, old Ni will see that we can still do it."

If he doesn't go back to the pastoral area, he should send someone to find us, right? We can go out when they find this place."

Ding Sitian said: "I'm just afraid that he wants to hide the responsibility for Lao Yangpi, and wants to buy us a few days as much as possible. In that case, how long can we stay here without food or water? How long will it take them to find this place?

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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 no matter what is inside, it will turn into oily 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 crematorium again, it would not only burn the things in the furnace, but also use the flame to clear the grease in the flue.

In this 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 start taking action, the torch in Fatty's hand burned out. In order to save the light source as much as possible, although we prepared a dozen torches, 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 made the sound seemed to be in the crematorium.

At the furnace door.

Apart from the four of us, is there anyone else 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
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