what the hell is

Peng Gang and I stood at the stairs for a while, and the flashlight fell on the iron door, forming two light spots, and the door was covered with dark brown rust.

Peng Gang rubbed his face and walked down step by step, I followed closely behind.When I came to the iron gate, he was about to make a move. I stretched out my hand first, grabbed the handle, and said firmly to him, "Let me do it."

He didn't say anything, and moved aside to stand aside.

I pulled hard, and the iron door made a jaw-dropping sound, and "squeaked" opened.The inside is black like thick ink, and nothing can be seen.I shone in with a flashlight, but the blackness swallowed light like a black hole.Looking in from the outside, the inside is frighteningly black, unable to dissipate like mist.

Peng Gang's throat was soaring, and he stood behind me with a trembling voice: "Old Liu, why is the flashlight not working?"

His unintentional words suddenly reminded me, and I immediately thought of Luo Fengxiu's secret room.The secret room was also not illuminated by the flashlight, and could only use natural light.After thinking about it, I turned off the light and pinned it to my waist, took out the lighter from my pocket, rubbed it lightly, and a flame ignited.

I held the lighter and stretched into the darkness, and it really lit up a square inch of land. There seemed to be a lot of space inside, and the sound of air flowing was very loud and whirring, like a mountain wind whimpering in the darkness.The flames were blown wildly by the wind, and the flame flickered. I took a picture, but I really couldn't see what was inside.

Just about to go in, Peng Gang grabbed me and said in a bitter voice, "Old Liu, I don't smoke and I don't have a lighter."

"Then you wait for me outside." I said calmly.

Peng Gang looked inside the iron gate, then looked back at the stairs, stroking his shoulders with a hesitant expression.

I patted him: "Don't worry, I have experienced many similar things. I am more capable and experienced than you think. Besides, your father is looking for me, and you will only add to the chaos if you go in."

Peng Gang didn't think so, and shook his head with a bitter face, he thought I was comforting him.He thought for a while and said, "I'll drag you. 0 Let's go in together, and come out if the situation is wrong."

I sighed: "Okay. The two of us can't be wiped out, there must be someone who goes out to report the news, or else he disappears for no reason, and he will die unjustly, haha."

Peng Gang nodded, and he stretched out his hand to grab my clothes.

Holding the lighter, I led him into the iron gate.

The temperature inside is very low, and there is a feeling of wind blowing on the face.The light from the lighter was limited, and there were not many things to see. I drew a sketch in my mind. This place should be a particularly large underground parking lot or something.Empty is my most intuitive first impression.

The place is so big that there is no sense of direction at all.I can only rely on my own feelings, try my best to walk on the catwalk, and move forward in a straight line.

Walking in such a ghostly place, I feel awkward all over my body and feel that every step is in danger. Every step I take must muster great courage, and my nerves are tense, just like walking a tightrope.

Not far away, I tripped over something under my feet, and there was a "click".Peng Gang said from behind: "What?"

I didn't feel much about the previous sound, but Peng Gang's sudden words made my scalp numb with fright.I looked back at him, the boy was completely submerged in darkness, and I could only see the hand holding the corner of my shirt.

I said in a trembling voice, "Can you say hello next time you speak, people are scary to death."

His face was illuminated by the fire, and he looked a little pale: "Old Liu, look what it is."

I looked down, and there was an mp3 player on the ground. Next to the player, there was a piece of A4 paper with words on it.

I knelt down, picked up the piece of paper with footprints on it, and looked at the lighter.At this time, Peng Gang also brought his head closer, and I felt hot air on my ears. When I looked back at his big face, I almost peed in fright, and gave him an annoyed look, and continued to read the words on the paper.

There are two big black characters written on it like flying dragons and phoenixes: play.

I picked my nose, not knowing what that meant.Peng Gang poked me: "Hurry up and play it."

Fuck, it's up to you to say.I thought about it, okay, I've already been told, let's see what kind of medicine is sold in Brother Peng's gourd.

I picked up the mp3 player on the ground and pressed the play button, and a piece of gentle and melodious music slowly came out of it. Peng Gang and I looked at each other. This was exactly the lullaby Brother Peng heard when he was alone in the basement.

Along with the music, a magnetic middle-aged man's voice came from inside: "Slowly close your eyes...follow my voice and take a deep breath...yes, take a breath..."

The sound slowly spread away in the darkness. When I looked around, I always felt that there seemed to be something agitating in the depths of the darkness.This feeling is very uncomfortable, like a little boy walking into the bathing hall of a big prison for serious criminals naked with soap.

I was short of breath and the sense of danger was growing.I turned around and said to Peng Gang, "Get out quickly. It's none of your business here."

"I...I..." He looked at the way back, stuttering and unable to speak.I know that without light, he simply doesn't have the courage to walk through the darkness.

I searched around on the ground, found a long piece of rags, lit it with a lighter, and the flames sprang up, and the burning speed was estimated to be enough for him to run to the exit.Peng Gang took the cloth to look at me, and I waved my hand: "Hurry up. If I'm missing for more than three days, you can go to Li Damin, you have his phone number. Let him notify my family, and I don't need to talk about the rest. "

Peng Gang murmured, "As for..."

Seeing his mother-in-law, I was agitated and shouted: "Hurry up and get out."

He carried the strip of cloth resentfully, and walked into the darkness, I shouted to his back: "When you get to the door, knock on the iron door, so that I can rest assured."

I stood in the dark, holding the speaker in my hand, and the sound flowed through my fingers.I really racked my brains and couldn't figure out what this big brother Peng was going to do.

I put the speaker on the ground, held the lighter and moved on.Before I had gone far, I heard the "bang bang" sound of the iron gate. I breathed a sigh of relief. Peng Gang was safe. Now I am here alone, and I can finally act freely.

I'm a loner, I make up my own mind, I don't like team battles, and I'm a natural scout.

I don't know how long it took to walk by feeling, a wall appeared in the faint light of the fire.The walls were dark and dirty, and there seemed to be graffiti on them.In front of the wall, there was something that made the corners of my eyebrows twitch.

It was a very old-fashioned ancient lamp, with a long shelf, and a black lamp bowl on top of it, which contained yellowish lamp oil.At this time, the music suddenly stopped, only the man's voice was very sweet and kind, and he said two words: "Light up the lamp."

I was short of breath, wiped the cold sweat off my head, tremblingly put the lighter into the bowl, "suddenly" the flame burst out and lit up a large area.

It's okay if it's not on, but when it's on, it illuminates the graffiti on the wall, and I'm scared to take two steps back.

A spooky old temple was painted on the wall against a leaden sky.This ancient temple has a strange structure and an ancient form. Because the walls are covered with water stains and spiders, the whole temple looks foggy and oppressive.The weirdest thing is that two red lanterns are lit at the entrance of the temple, whether it is festive or not, and whether it is depressing or depressing. (The picture refers to the official address of this story, the cover on the grinding iron)

I walked along the wall into the darkness, and not far away, another ancient lamp appeared.I ignited it tremblingly, and the fire suddenly lit up, and the graffiti mural on the wall continued to extend.The painting on this wall seems to be a great disaster. The house collapsed, the walls were broken, and the dead people were everywhere. It can be called a mountain of bones.The sky was still leaden gray, and there was a long team coming from the darkness.

There are faint black shadows in the distance of the team, and the appearance of the team can be seen up close. There are three of them in a row.The person in front is holding a banner, and the person in the middle is carrying a black drum.The faces of the people in the team were all unclear, as if they had walked out of hell, stepped through the city of corpses, and stepped into hell again.

These two paintings have a sense of unrealistic surrealism. The paintings are lifelike and touching. The characters or buildings in each painting are very lifelike, jumping off the wall, especially the weird team, which really seems to be Walking off the wall is average.

I continued to walk down, and there was an old lamp a few meters away.When lit, it illuminates one side of the wall.Each of the graffiti on the wall is extremely cruel.Some paintings depict groups of dogs pouncing on living people, biting them to pieces, dripping with blood, and dragging their blood-red intestines all over the floor.Some painted a huge platform on the mountain, with many figures floating like black smoke, standing on it, looking at the city beyond the thick clouds in the distance.

There were a few big blood-red characters written on that table, which let me know what the theme of these paintings was.

The words on the platform are: Wangxiangtai.

It is said that Wangxiangtai is the only way for ghosts to enter the underworld after death.Standing on the lookout tower, the dead can look back at their relatives and friends in the mortal world, and even see their own body that is about to rot in this life.This kind of feeling can be imagined, heart-piercing, extremely painful, since then Yin and Yang have been separated, people and ghosts have different paths, all love and hatred are gone with the wind.

If the graffiti on the wall was done by Big Brother Peng, it can only be done by him. What he painted is the underworld.

I walked forward with the wall, and the picture on the wall also entered hell with the gradual progress of the underworld.The eighteen layers of hell are no longer described one by one. Each picture is endless torture, full of blood, tears and pain, showing the wisdom and imagination of human beings in abusing their own compatriots.

I felt chills all over my body when I saw it, and my legs walked down uncontrollably. Some pictures were just scanned in a hurry, and I didn't dare to look at them carefully.It was as if a big stone was blocked in my heart, and the discomfort was beyond description.

The soothing music is still playing on the speaker, and the baritone voice is still full of magnetism: "Relax...follow my rhythm and take a deep breath...you will find yourself entering a beautiful realm..."

The cold sweat on the body has soaked the clothes.Seeing so many scenes of suffering in hell, although I was afraid, I had a faint feeling in my heart that something seemed to be missing.At this time, I lit the last ancient lamp.

I have a strong premonition that this last picture should be the most heart-wrenching scene in the audience, Brother Peng must have hidden his big move until the end.

The fire in the ancient lamp ignited, everything around gradually lit up, and I finally saw the final arrangement.

It was a huge mirror, and I saw myself in the mirror.