Chapter 208: Snake Ghost Town · 306

I got out of the car and paid for it. At the door, I matched the obscured house number and found that the address on the note was indeed here. There was a little hair in my heart. The heart said that this is not the kind of uninhabited ghost building we often went to explore when we were children. How could anyone let me come to such a place? There are people living inside?
The cart was still counting the change I gave him, so I turned around and asked him, who is living here?
The chariot shook his head, saying that he did not know. He only knew that the nursing home was built in the 1960s. Golmud is a military city with many officers. Leaders of many countries often come to inspect. This sanitarium was for the leaders of the time. In the mid-1980s, the sanitarium was removed, and it was changed into a theater. Ever. There were just a few places in Hedong and Hexi at that time. I was lucky enough to meet him. If other tricycles from the north could not find this place.
I heard it in doubt. After the car was gone, I was left alone on the whole street. I looked around. It was dark. Only there was a dim street lamp in front of the door of this building. I was a little scared. The tomb was gone in the middle of the night, and the old house was afraid of something, and then pushed the door.
There is a fence outside the building. The wall door is an arched red wooden door without a knocker. After pushing it a few times, I found that there was an iron chain behind the door, and the door could not be opened. I looked around and came under the lamppost, climbed up a few times, and over the fence. This is a trick trick when I was a kid, it seems that it has not fallen.
The yard inside is full of weeds. If you jump down, you can know the blue bricks laying underneath, but the gap is full of grass. There is a tree in the yard.
When I walked to the front of the building, I opened the lighter and took a photo. Only then did I understand its run-down. It was a carved window door, but it was all pulled down. It was full of vertical and horizontal spider webs. Seal.
I opened a window and crawled in carefully. It was covered with blue bricks and a thick layer of ash. There was a lobby directly behind the door. There was nothing. It seemed to be empty. I lifted the lighter, turned around carefully, and found it a bit familiar, and then came down after cold sweat.
This lobby is the place where "I" crawls on the ground in Aning's video.
Came to the right place, I said to myself. I stood in the videotape and looked at the angle of the video camera. The blue bricks and the carved windows were exactly the same angle. I became more and more sure about my ideas. A fear and excitement came out of my heart at the same time.
Continue to walk in, there is a revolving wooden staircase on the left side of the lobby, very simple kind, but somehow it is revolving, leading to the second floor. I crept over and looked upstairs, only to see the darkness above the stairs, and there was no light.
I took out the key in my pocket, 306, it should be on the third floor.
This is somewhat different. I looked down at the pedal of the staircase and found that the pedal was covered with thick dust, but in the dust, I could see some footprints. Obviously someone still walked here.
I gently put my foot on the pedal and stepped on it, making a creaking sound, but it should be able to bear my weight, I clenched my teeth and walked up carefully.
The black upstairs, coupled with the kind of "creaking" sound of wood rubbing, made me feel a little panic, but here is not as good as the ancient tomb, and my nerves can withstand it.
Going all the way up to the second floor, I found that the aisle entrance on the second floor was sealed with cement. There was no door, but the entire seal was dead. According to the space downstairs, there should be several rooms behind the cement wall. It seemed to be isolated, and the cement workers were rough.
I touched the wall and felt a bit strange. Is there a problem with the structure of this house, which has been reinforced here?
But it's strange and useless. At this time, I didn't have any extra energy to think about these issues. I continued to go up to the third floor. What I saw was a dark corridor with rooms on both sides. But there was no light under all the doors. There should be no one, and there was an unpleasant moldy smell in the air.
I calmed down, carefully walked into the corridor, bypassed the spider webs, and saw the door numbers of the rooms covered with dust paint. I read it all the way, and I felt a bit like the protagonist in those European and American suspense films. . Soon, I came to the door next to the penultimate room in the corridor. I lifted the hot lighter and took a picture of the door. I saw a very shallow door number: 306 on the lintel.
At that moment I started to knock on the door, and thought it was funny, so he hesitated at the door and took out the key. Pushing into the keyhole of the door, and then rotating, with a "click", the door was easily pushed in by the sharp friction of the door shaft.
The room is not big, the inside is very dark, and the smell of mildew is even heavier. First, look in the probe through the door crack and find that there may be a window on one side of the room. profile. There seemed to be a lot of furniture on the wall in the room, and it was indistinguishable from the shadows formed by the street lights outside.
I took a deep breath and walked in carefully, lifted the lighter that was already hot, and under the weak light, everything around was clear.
This is a person ’s bedroom. I saw a small bed in the corner. The smell of mildew came from the bed. When I got closer, I found that the quilts on the bed had rotted into black. The smell was extremely bad. The quilt was bulging. At first glance, at first glance I thought it was wrapped in a dead person, but a closer look revealed that it was just the shape of the quilt.
On the side of the bed, there is a writing desk, an old wooden desk similar to that of elementary school. There are some rubbish, cloth, some pieces of waste paper and some white lime blocks falling from the roof, all covered with thick gray.
On the edge of the desk is a large cabinet, three or four meters wide, which is taller than me. The wood on it is probably due to expansion due to moisture, and the door panels are cracked. Looking up, you can see the top of the cabinet. There is a lot of coal spots and water stains at the junction of the roof and the wall. Obviously there will be water leakage on rainy days.
It seems that this place has been deserted for a long time. This kind of ruin should have been more than five years old, but although the house is old, it is just ordinary old. What do the people who sent the video tape hook me over to do? What information does he want me to get in this house?
At this time, the uneasy mood gradually calmed down as I adapted to the environment. I put the lighter on the table, first I began to rummage the drawer of the wooden writing desk, and pulled out the drawers one by one. , But the inside is basically empty. There are two drawers on the old newspaper, and they are all moldy. I dare not touch them.
Not in the drawer, is it the bed? I walked to the edge of the bed and looked at the bottom of the bed. It was full of spider webs and nothing. Then I took a drawer to the side and used it as a tool to remove the quilt from the mattress. I drove to see if something was wrapped in it, but after a few strokes, there was black sticky water in the quilt, and there were insects in it. The musty smell was skyrocketing. I was almost disgusted.
It was difficult to get the quilt to the ground, but I didn't find anything. In fact, I dialed a few times and realized that there would be nothing in it. Who would hide it in such a disgusting place.
There are no two places, so only this big cabinet is left, but this cabinet has a lock. Although the door of the cabinet is cracked, it still takes some effort to open the cabinet, and it is impossible without tools.
I didn't have anything on hand, so I had to find it on the spot, and finally found something on the window sill. Those are old-fashioned window bolts that can be pulled out. Although they are rusty, the old-fashioned bolts are solid and sturdy. I pulled out one and used it as a pry bar to insert into the cracks in the cracked door panels. The pry was so large that I could reach in with my fingers, and then put one foot against the side, and put my hand into the slit, using force Break out. The door panel made a terrible friction sound, and it pulled me up, and then made a cracking burst. The whole panel broke like this, the dust on the door splashed, and I couldn't open it. eye.
The building was quite quiet. These sounds were particularly scary to me. The moment the door broke, the harsh sound scared me into a cold sweat. It took a long time to slow down. Then I picked up the lighter and took a picture in the cabinet.
I have nothing to predict about the cabinet. I feel that the biggest possibility is that there is nothing, so I have not been too psychologically prepared. However, I was taken aback by the photo.
There was indeed nothing in the cabinet, it was empty, but the bottom plate of the cabinet against the wall had disappeared, exposing the concrete wall covered by the cabinet, and on the concrete wall, there was a black, secluded half-height doorway, There is a cement ladder down, I don't know where it leads.