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When the police arrived, they identified the dead man's backpack, the contents of his pockets, and his clothes as the man and woman who had disappeared a few months ago. But according to the other five, they had not been gone more than three minutes when they turned back, and the road was straight to the dugout in Beeshamp Park. There was no fork in the road, and they couldn't figure out how they had gotten to the national cotton factory a few kilometers away.

The station had also sent people into the same dugout to verify the accuracy of the rest of the evidence. The people who went down reported that they did indeed have to walk for more than ten minutes before they reached the first fork in the road. Even if they walked for ten minutes and turned around to head back, there was no mistake.

However, the boys and the girls did not accept this. They believed that their child must have been killed by someone, which resulted in his tragic death. They strongly demanded an autopsy. When the body was first found, the meticulous family noticed that the girl's right pinky was missing a segment. They searched around but couldn't find it, so they could only give up.

When he opened the chest exam, he found that the missing finger was actually in the boy's stomach. And the two did not feed in water for a long time, resulting in water shortages and starvation. But when the bodies were found, the boy's backpack was full of food and water, untouched. Furthermore, they had actually died by the door of the dugout. This was truly unimaginable.

In the end, this matter was left unsettled. Neither the girl nor the boy's family members continued their visits. Don't ask me why.

As for the news that appeared on TV and in the newspapers, they said that young people's adventure led to lost in the dugout by mistake. They hoped that young people cherished their lives, took advantage of their spare time, and did not ignore the advice of others when their professional knowledge and equipment were not up to standard.

From the looks of it, it couldn't be blamed on the authorities not to tell the truth. Rather, there were some things that were difficult to explain and could not be explained clearly. Since the department had yet to figure it out, it wasn't appropriate for them to say it out loud.

Explaining more is counterproductive, people do have the habit of blindly listening and blindly following.

Zhang Shan and I saw that there was no one at the entrance of the park, so we climbed over the iron fence beside the gate. If the red brick wall of Bisha Hill had been four or five meters high a few years ago, we really wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.

After we entered the park, we went back to the gate. There was a stone tablet with the history of the park engraved on it. The first sentence was written as follows: The original name of the Bashang Hill is Bai Sha Gang, which is the end of the Meishan Mountains extending from the southwest to the northeast. This place is filled with sand and wind all year round, forming a high and low sand dune … "

"It's here!" at least Old Man Qian has a conscience! " Zhang Shan rubbed his hands together in excitement and asked, "Where is the entrance to the dugout?"

Because my grandma's house is directly opposite the north gate of the Bashang hill, when I was young, whenever I came to my grandma's house, I would always go to the Bishan hill park. But in the past two years, due to work, on the one hand, the number of visits to my grandma's house has decreased, and I have also grown up, so the park no longer has any special attraction for me. It was the first time in three or four years that I had been in the Beshagatan Park.

In my memory, I knew there were at least three entrances to the dugout in the Bishang Park, but I also knew that many were hidden.

Out of the three entrances, the most famous one was the one behind the Park Service. But after the tragic death of the young man, the Park Service, in order to strengthen its management, tore down the wall next to the hole and pushed it four or five meters out to be rebuilt. With this, the hole was moved into the yard of the park administration building. Naturally, no ordinary visitor would be able to get close to it.

The other cave entrance wasn't too far away. It was located a hundred meters to the west of the Park Service, in the courtyard of the Northern Martyrs Memorial. Usually, one needed to buy a ticket to enter this memorial.

If we wanted to enter the dugout without being discovered, we would have to rely on the last entrance. This opening is in the middle of a small artificial lake at the southwest corner of the park. The artificial lake is not big, it's only about 400 to 500 square meters and the water is quite shallow. When I first went there to play, I was very curious. Why did I dig a dugout in the middle of an artificial lake, and wasn't I afraid of the water pouring it in?

Only after a long time did he realize that this wasn't a first lake, but a second dugout. He had planned to build a small lake here, but after planning it out, he found an entrance to a dugout in the middle of the lake. For some reason, this hole wasn't filled in, but instead was raised high, turning into a scene in the lake.

I told Zhang Shan what I had thought of and he also agreed to enter from this place, saying, "It seems that this is the only entrance that no one would ever come close to. After all, there is a lake water blocking their path. I feel that if the Corpse Supporting Spell had really snuck in here, it would have definitely chosen that entrance as well. We just need to go over and see if the lock on the dugout door is still in good condition, and then we'll immediately know if the Corpse Supporting Spell is really hiding underneath this place. "

Since we had already decided on the direction, we didn't waste any more time talking and immediately ran towards the southwest corner of the park.

Soon, we arrived at the artificial lake. Looking at the black hole in the middle of the lake, my heart couldn't help but beat rapidly. If it's just as Zhang Shan said, the Corpse Supporting Spell would flow across the river, open the steel door and hide underground, then we will have to follow them down. If we go down, who knows what will happen? When he thought of the last experiences of those young men who had entered the dugout, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Furthermore, if the lock on the door was not damaged, then it proved that the Corpse Supporting Spell had never been here before. Even though we don't need to go down, the clues are about to end here. Starting from the day after tomorrow, we'll be in a situation where we'll be passively beaten up. Maybe one day, when I'm walking down the road, a monster will jump out from the roadside and snap my neck …

I really didn't dare think about it anymore.

Zhang Shan did not notice my conflicted feelings. Looking at the lake water, he was amused and smiled at me: "Let's go. I think the water is pretty clear. Let's take a bath."

I gave him a wry smile and walked slowly into the lake.

The cold water of the lake late at night stimulated every nerve in my body. The water was shallower than I had expected, just barely reaching the middle of my thighs. It must be due to the huge civil defense project below. As a safety measure, he could not store too much water to prevent it from collapsing or leaking.

The closer I got to the door, the more nervous I became, hoping that the lock was good and at the same time that it was bad. Finally, after two or three minutes, we both washed ourselves and moved to the side of the dugout. Seeing that I didn't dare to move forward, Zhang Shan simply took a step forward, wanting to see if the lock was still in good condition.

Three seconds later, Zhang Shan turned back with an ashen face, and only said four words: "The lock is good." After he finished speaking, he sat on the ground like a deflated balloon. He mumbled, "It shouldn't be … "Previously, after searching for over a month, I was unable to find this fellow. It shouldn't be here …"

I didn't know if I should be happy or worried. I didn't need to go down to this terrible shelter, but would I have to live in fear every day after that? I even started to regret not taking Old Man Qian as my master earlier on. Even if I were to brazenly return now, whether Old Man Qian was willing or not is another matter, because I no longer have the money in my hands. The last bit of backbone that I can rely on, is about to be completely destroyed.

At this point, I finally knew that there was nothing left of me. Perhaps in the future, whenever I could live for a day longer, I would have to thank the heavens for the greatest kindness I had received. I can't accept this! Anger rose in me, and I stepped forward and stomped hard on the iron gate.

'Bang! 'A loud sound was heard as the metal door fell to the side with my foot. But not on the locked side, but on the side where the iron gate was welded to the wall of the cave where the shaft could be turned. I was surprised. When did I become so strong? To think that I was able to casually stamp open such a sturdy metal door.

Zhang Shan sat on the side and watched with a puzzled expression. After a while, he crawled up and walked towards the metal door. Then there was a burst of laughter, and as I laughed, I turned and walked toward me, so scared that I backed away.

Zhang Shan didn't care that much, he grabbed my shoulder and said: "Haha! I said it was impossible, we were stupid, we only thought of the other side of the lock, I didn't think that guy broke the door here. I saw it. Although this is a new seal, it was definitely not destroyed by your stomp just now. It was clearly pulled away by someone using brute force. Who do you think it was? Haha! Lad, you're saved this time! "Hahahaha!"

I wasn't as excited as him, I hadn't even seen the shadow of the Corpse Supporting Spell yet, and looking at his happy expression, it seemed like he had already extinguished the opponent. This fellow was so pleased that he even forgot to call me Martial Uncle, and directly called me brother.

"Who's there?" Just as Zhang Shan was rejoicing, the sound of shouting came from afar along with a few beams of chaotic light. It was obvious that the commotion between us just now was so great that it was heard by the people from the Park Service and they came looking for us.

"Hurry up!" While I was still staring at the flashlight in a daze, Zhang Shan had already quietly supported the door that had been kicked down, pulling me towards the other side of the lake.

Two minutes later, we were standing at the base of the wall outside the west gate of the park. I was curious as to why Zhang Shan had pulled me out again. "Why didn't you just go in?"

"No one. We can't just sneak in in in the dark, right?" You don't want to die, I want to live! " Zhang Shan shrugged his shoulders at me.

"Didn't you bring a flashlight with you at night?" I remember clearly seeing it in his bag.

"Martial Uncle, a eight dollar flashlight doesn't seem to have any waterproof abilities, right?" Zhang Shan said as he took out a green plastic flashlight from his bag and threw it at me. Taking it from me, I immediately understood that in the Golden River, both of us were drenched from head to toe, and his bag was no exception.

"Since you've found the location of the Corpse Supporting Spell, don't worry. Find a place to wash up and have a good night's sleep. Prepare all your equipment tomorrow, we'll go down and catch zombies tonight!" Since Zhang Shan knew that the Corpse Supporting Spell was here, it seemed to have become a lot more relaxed, as if he was not worried at all that a fierce battle would occur tomorrow.