Ghost Blowing Lamp II

Chapter 45 The fifth person in the crematorium

Although the chimney is big, it is only relatively speaking. In fact, it is much smaller than the big chimney of the crematorium. There is a hazy starlight above my head. The sheath scraped the inner wall of the flue, quickly cleaned off a circle of soot and grease, and tried the friction on it with a pedal. The flue is very narrow, and it will not be a big problem if you use your back to support it gradually. .

But some things seem easy but hard to do. Just after scraping a layer of sludge, the flue is already so choking that I can’t open my eyes. It's slippery, I can't even use my strength here, and while supporting my body to prevent it from falling, I use the scabbard to scrape the oil. It's really too difficult. I just climbed up less than half a step, and I already felt my arms and legs trembling. .

I guess I couldn't hold on any longer, so I had to give up. Finally, I 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. Thinking it was blurred vision, he closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, then opened his eyes to look again, but saw a lamp like a torch, changing in light and dark, shaped like a will-o'-the-wisp, floating above it.

Seeing this situation, I suddenly remembered that I often heard the old man say that in the dark night, if there is no light at all, but a solitary light suddenly appears, it is definitely a will-o’-the-wisp rather than a light. Not human." As soon as this thought flashed, the ghostly fire on the top of the chimney floated down, and I panicked. have?The hands and feet supporting the body slipped, lost the center of gravity to maintain balance, and fell down the chimney of the crematorium.

This glance was unexpected, like a thunderbolt passing through the sky, watching the will-o’-the-wisp light moving from top to bottom, my feet slipped on the inner wall of the flue, my body lost its support and immediately fell, I knew it very well It would be unlucky to fall into the furnace at the bottom of the flue. Even if you didn’t fall to your death on the spot, you would have broken your bones and bones. But I didn’t expect that the airflow in the chimney of the incinerator has accumulated for a long time, and the flue is extremely narrow. Therefore, the speed of the body falling will be extremely slow, as if it is in the clouds.

The fat man happened to be guarding the chimney on the second floor, waiting for the signal after I went up. Although it was dark inside the chimney, he knew that I had missed by hearing the sound, so he quickly put his hand into the chimney and scratched. He grabbed his collar and pulled it back.

The flue opening on the second floor is even narrower, and there is brick mud and cement outside the iron cover. I bumped my head against the corner of the wall, and I didn’t feel any pain in the confusion. The person who wanted to see if it was male or female knew something was wrong, so he didn't delay for a second, and with the fat man's drag, he crawled backwards back to the flue dredge, closed the iron cover with his backhand, and in the dark I heard something like a hammer hit the cover hard in the flue, making a buzzing sound.

It sounded like there was something on the top of the flue, which was startled by the sound of scraping the soot with the scabbard, and got into the inside of the flue. , My heart and the other three people's hearts were hanging in my throat. If the fat man hadn't seen the opportunity just now, once I fell into the crematorium, even if I didn't fall, I would be caught by that thing in the flue now. The will-o'-the-wisp What exactly is the common thing?
Ding Sitian wanted to see if I was injured, so she lit another match, and when I saw the light, I quickly blew the match out: "I'm covered in coal ash, you want to set me on fire!" Lamp?" While talking, I felt my face was sticky and greasy, probably because my head was hit and bleeding, I wiped it with my hands randomly, and asked Ding Sitian to find a handkerchief to bandage it up for me first.

Lao Yangpi said to me: "I don't ask your baby to crawl that black hole, but your baby wants to climb that black hole. Thanks to your baby's life, your baby is lucky."

The fat man said to Lao Yangpi: "What good luck? If I hadn't been quick to drag him back just now, there would be no such number one figure as Hu Bayi in the revolutionary ranks from now on."

I said comrades, what time is it now?Let's not reap the old debts. Although it is said that death does not belong to the working class, I don't think the things in the flue are benevolent. It is hopeless to go out of the flue. But we must not be discouraged, according to me Seeing that one plan fails, let’s try another plan. We have to go into the basement in the dark. The situation below is unknown, so we can only take one step at a time, so as to keep things unchanged. No matter what happens next, we have to prepare in advance Mentally prepared for the imminent arrival of chariots and cannons, and the difficulty of climbing the mountain for the lame.

The corridor was pitch black, and it was really difficult to move without lights, but we were reluctant to use the leftover matches anyway. Everyone was poor at that time, and they would not burn clothes for lighting unless they had to, because no one knew what we were doing. When will I see the light outside again? Fortunately, it is inside the building, and it is still feasible to walk to the basement by touching the walls and the railings of the stairs.

The four of them scrambled to the end of the stairs step by step, and there was no more downward stairs. Then I asked Ding Sitian to strike a match to check the terrain. The underground of this building was indeed a crematorium. There are several pulleys for pushing dead bodies, and several cabinets for disinfecting and deodorizing supplies. On the white wall beside the cabinets, there are two sets of equipment similar to chemical protective suits, which may be worn by the burners here. Next to the wall is a huge hearth, two cold cast iron doors are tightly closed, the space on the ground floor is huge, as soon as we reach the cremator, a match has already been burned to ashes, we didn't even have time to see the cremation Are there any undestroyed remains of the victims from time to time.

The cremation room was quiet and cold, and the air seemed to be frozen. In such a gloomy and icy environment, our hearts were all agitated. Ding Sitian pulled my sleeve and asked, "Listen to what my uncle said before?" In the case of beating the devils in Shanxi, the devils killed ordinary people and either didn’t bury them or buried them in pits, but have you ever thought about why the Japanese devils here burn their bodies to ashes in the stove after killing people?”

When I was asked by her, I thought that women are very curious, and they want to get to the bottom of everything, so I replied casually: "Is there any need to ask, the devil must want to destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces. Huh? I haven’t heard you mention this before.” But after thinking about it, no, I never thought of this level. I heard that little devils are the most stingy, and they are reluctant to eat with big bowls. There seems to be no need to build a secret cremator. If there is no need to destroy the body, why incinerate the body?Unless there are some corpses...

I think it is very likely that something terrible happened in this "Hundred Eyes Cave", was it the plague?Not quite like that, the murals summoning the souls of the thousand-year-old, the ancient copper boxes transported from the Xing'an Mountains, and the secret cremator built by the Japanese army for the water troops. Is there any connection behind these incredible events?Where are the other people here?Was it surrendered when the battle was defeated?Was wiped out by the Soviet army?Or are they all missing like the herd of cattle and wild geese?What is that invisible thing that can devour living beings?Is it the same thing as the dragon-shaped shadow in the crypt painting?What is the use of the stones buried in the crypt?Was the female body in the mural dug up by the Japanese?And who closed the iron gate of the building door outside, trying to trap us here?A room sealed with bricks, a gate that can only be opened from the outside?There are too many questions, but these things cannot be guessed by imagination alone.

I know very well that it is better to hear the sound than to see it, and to see the scenery is worse than to observe the shape. Maybe there will be some clues in the underground crematorium, but the top priority now is to get everyone out of this building first. Two are my most important comrades-in-arms, and one is a poor and lower-middle peasant that we should unite with. They trust me unconditionally, and I will try my best not to let them have any accidents.

While thinking wildly, I touched the pulley used to push the corpse. There were some white cloth sheets on it. Maybe it was used to wrap the corpse before incineration. , put on a set of chemical protective clothing with a face mask, and then took the other three people to tear the shroud into strips, and cut the disinfection cabinet into several wooden strips with a knife. After a lot of work, they finally made More than 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 felt that there were emergency lights on the wall and all kinds of pipelines. It was not like the bricks and concrete upstairs, but these facilities had long lost power and could not be used. , Although the basement is gloomy and cold, the air flow is even better than that of the above-ground buildings. Presumably there is a special structure for filtering and ventilation.

We just lit the torches and were about to examine the terrain carefully in order to find a way to get out. There was a sudden shock in the huge incinerator behind us. It seemed that a huge thing was about to break out of the furnace. I knew it might be seen in the flue But I don't know what it is, but fortunately the hearth is bolted, no matter how powerful it is, it can't be knocked open. Although I only heard the sound but didn't see the shape, I still feel that the momentum is frightening, it is really no small matter , I can't help but worry that the solid furnace door will be smashed.

I held up the torch and looked around. There was no extra door in the crematorium, only a straight passage, so I greeted everyone: "Although we have beaten bears in the east mountain and slaughtered donkeys in the west mountain, the enemy advances and retreats. Take advantage of the immediate loss, and withdraw first." After that, he took the lead and entered the passage, the floor of the passage is a concrete slope, which may be designed for the convenience of pushing the corpses with a pulley, and at the end is a completely closed heavy iron gate. On switch.

We pushed hard on the iron gate blocking the passage, like a dragonfly shaking a pole, and it didn't move at all. The fat man and I cursed angrily: "Who designed this damn place? They set all the switches to open the door on the outside !"

This building with one floor underground and three floors above ground is simply a stuffy tank made of reinforced concrete and iron plates. The only unobstructed chimney can't go out. If you can't find the exit, you will be trapped here. In desperation, everyone had no choice but to go back to the crematorium and continue looking for the exit, but the walls are so strong that even bombardment may not be able to penetrate the walls of this building, let alone we only have an old hunting dog in our hands. shot.

At this time, the sound in the crematorium was gone. I walked lightly to the front of the furnace and put my ear on the furnace door to listen. There seemed to be the sound of a giant wriggling and rubbing against the furnace wall. I did something to the rest of the people. With a silent gesture, he led everyone to the corner to discuss in a low voice.

Although the current situation is worrying, there is no immediate danger. We still have enough time to discuss how to leave this haunted building. I told my three companions and others: "There is indeed something in the hearth. It seems to be some kind of beast. I guess it may be It was a one-eyed giant python. Maybe when I was crawling out of the flue, I was alarmed and planned to come down to hurt people, but I was also trapped in the furnace and could not go back. The furnace wall was covered with coal ash ointment, not a little Even if you have three heads and six arms, you can't even think about going up after shaving."

After Ding Sitian's parents retired from the army, they were both assigned to work in the Natural History Museum. She knew many biological habits, and when I said that the one locked in the cremator might be a giant python, she shook her head and said, "Probably not, due to the limited environment." , there will be no boa constrictors inhabiting the wilderness between the grassland and the desert."

Lao Yangpi interrupted and said: "I said it earlier, but you just didn't accept my letter. That's the Dragon Lord. We have caused a big disaster this time. Not only did we eat the dragon's son and grandson in the water, but we even took the dragon's son and grandson out of the water. Lord Dragon is trapped inside, I'm afraid the iron shell will be hard to block it..."

I thought to myself that it would be useless to say anything to Lao Yangpi, a poor and lower-middle peasant with low consciousness. , the current situation can be said to be sitting in a sad city, and I have to plan 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 sit here and wait. When will I be able to survive? What about one stop?

Thinking of this, I felt a little anxious, so I said impatiently to Lao Yangpi: "Where is there such a dragon king and a horse king? You don't even know how to read a word while the pole is lying on the ground, so why do you believe in these rumors?"

Ding Sitian persuaded me: "August [-], don't always say that Grandpa Lao Yangpi is bad. He is not a superstition but a simple class sentiment. We educated youth jumping in the queue are all here to re-educate the poor and lower-middle peasants, not to educate the poor. The lower-middle peasants, my father once said that in the history of China, the most miserable people are the peasants. They have been exploited all their lives, facing the loess and their backs to the sky. It is also the peasants who are patient, and without the peasants there would be no history of China.”

When I was told by Ding Sitian, I immediately calmed down. I also felt that although I didn't say anything too much, I really shouldn't have such an attitude towards Lao Yangpi. In front of Ding Sitian, I was too embarrassed to admit my mistake, so I had to be sloppy and said to everyone: "I haven't criticized or self-criticized these two days, I will make up for it when I go back."

The fat man next to him took the opportunity to sarcastically say to me: "After you go back, you have to take the lead in self-examination, study the documents carefully, keep up with the situation, criticize the rightist thoughts deep in your heart, consciously reform your bourgeois worldview, and must Explain clearly your historical issues, family background issues, and how fame and fortune came into being. You left the revolutionary ranks and embarked on the road of vain. Don’t think that you don’t understand the organization if you don’t explain it. I have mastered it, now I am giving you a chance to tell yourself, it is to save you and treat you leniently, you better rein in the precipice, don't cut yourself off from the people, historical experience tells us..."

I interrupted him and said, "If you don't want to become a black pen of a reactionary organization, you are a waste of your fat body. We are locked in this dark concrete coffin, and you still have the mood to talk about it!" Egg? What the hell did I say and I cut myself off from the people?"

The fat man said: "Happy when you can be happy, and cheap when you can get it. What's the use of worrying, isn't it still impossible to get out? In my opinion, we are going to fight a protracted war. I think that old Ni will see us in two days. If you don’t go back to the pastoral area, he should send someone to find us, right? We can go out when they find us.”

Ding Sitian said: "I'm afraid that he wants to hide responsibility for Lao Yangpi, and wants to buy us a few days as much as possible. In that case, we have no food or drink. How long can we support here? How long will it take them to find him?" here?"

When I heard Ding Sitian talk about not eating or drinking, I suddenly had an idea and came up with an idea, and said to Fatty and Ding Sitian: "I have a bad trick, do you remember that we roasted piglets in the brick kiln to relieve slander?" It’s better for us to throw down the fire from the second floor and light this cremator again, no matter what is locked inside, it will be turned into oily smoke by the fire.”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone declared goodness. It can be seen that the people involved were confused and had never thought of this method. As long as they tried to re-ignite the crematorium, it would not only burn the contents of the furnace to death, but also use the flame to clear the grease in the flue. In that way, one can climb out of the flue, and 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 take action, the torches in the hands of the fat man burned out. In order to save light as much as possible, we prepared more than a dozen torches, but we only lit one when one was almost burned out. It was too late to think of a way to escape. Excited, she even forgot to connect the torch, Ding Sitian hurriedly took out the matchbox to light the fire, but at this moment, she suddenly heard a sound in the darkness, as if someone was walking, and the place where the sound seemed to be the crematorium at the door.

Besides the four of us alive, where else is there in this building?I didn't even see a mouse here. I thought it was Lao Yangpi who went there in the dark, and quickly patted around with my hands. Lao Yangpi, Fatty, and Ding Sitian were all around me. Why did they suddenly appear in the darkness? One more person?Or is there an extra...ghost?

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