Chapter 64: Born unseen, died unburied

  "Hum, let him lie there, I reckon he won't wake up for a while."

  Yu Gang couldn't help but let out a cold snort, but I felt that there was a hint of hostility in his eyes, and I don't know if it was just my imagination.

  "What if the rope breaks?" I was a bit worried, leaving Huang Mao alone on the boat didn't feel right, and it wasn't moral either.

  If a prehistoric giant crocodile were to emerge from the water, then damn it, Huang Mao would absolutely be done for.

  Although sometimes I really want to get rid of Huang Mao, but thinking again, it's not a big deal after all, and there's no need for that.

  The two of them listened and laughed unkindly. Jason explained, "The rope can't possibly break, this boat has been here longer than the sum of our three ages, if it's going to break, it would have done so by now."

  At this point, I didn't insist on anything else. Jason patted my shoulder and said, "Don't think too much about it, if something really happens, just say he's unlucky."

  Jason said something that seemed insignificant, but it was as if he was very sure that Huang Mao would be fine.

  Finally, I followed them along the small hill and climbed up. There was no special path on this mountain, all were stones, but fortunately, Jason chose to climb on stones that were not too big, so we didn't need to exert much strength. We climbed up to the front of a wooden house, only to find an iron lock hanging from the iron fence, and it was locked from the inside. A string of questions popped into my mind: Is there still someone in the house? What's the important thing inside the house? Why is the door locked from the inside?

  "There are still living Japanese devils inside, now I'm going to be an anti-Japanese hero." Yu Gang took out his gun and smiled excitedly.

  He had a heroic look on his face, as if he was really going to go to the battlefield to kill Japanese devils.

  Does it really seem like there are Japanese devils in that small wooden house?

  It's like this place is really a battlefield?

  I gave him a white eye and followed Jason directly to that small hut, took out the tools from the backpack, probably to pry open the lock.

  Before long, he took out that lock and gave it a clang, and the door was opened.

  No one knew what was hidden in that small, pitch-black hut. I had all sorts of guesses in my mind, but when the door creaked open, a hoarse and discordant voice, yet a familiar singing voice, came out from the gap, humming and whining, like sobbing quietly, or moaning without illness, sometimes frantic, sometimes sorrowful and low-pitched. The three of us stopped in our tracks, our faces tense:

  Come back soon, don't be late again.

  Your soul has been taken away by ghosts, how can you still be alive!

  Come back, your soul.

  Listen to my song, and I'll drive away your demons for you.

  "Requiem?" I felt a chill run down my spine, my expression tense: "Could it be that this is what they call the 'Underworld'?"

  The door of the small cottage was pushed open by Jason, and the incantation stopped abruptly. The house fell silent again, as if it were a huge tomb.

  It seems like a gust of cold wind is blowing inside, the feeling is as if you are walking alone in a dark and eerie alley, the wind keeps blowing on your body, it feels like someone will call out to you at any moment.

  I shuddered and cursed: "Damn it"

  People, once they encounter the unknown, a field that they have never understood before, will inevitably feel a sense of fear in their hearts. As a normal person, I would also be scared by such an eerie atmosphere, so I try to use loud noises to cover up my own fears.

  This wooden house in front of me not only looks eerie, but also sounds eerie, especially the soul-calling song just now, with a sorrowful tune calling for the return of souls, it's really terrifying to listen to.

  The old professor also said that this is a soul-calling song of Shamanism, which makes people easily associate with the underworld.

  But we already knew before that this place was considered a forbidden land, which is what they call the underworld.

  People who come in don't see anyone, and those who die don't see a corpse.

  Under such an atmosphere and legend, even if someone has a strong heart, they would still be mentally crushed.

  So I grasped the gun that had just been handed to me tightly, holding it in front of me, with one hand holding a flashlight, and directly shone it inside. Some vague outlines of shadows could be seen faintly.

  I saw that there was no one inside, and I let out a big sigh of relief. I started to make my way in along the edge of the wooden house. However, just as I took two steps into the room, something underfoot tripped me up, and I almost fell over. Hurriedly, I shone my flashlight downwards, and was shocked to see that there was actually a person lying on the ground.

  "There's someone here." I hastily retreated backwards and shouted out loud.

  Because the clothes that person wore looked like Japanese military uniform, his eyes were white, his mouth was twisted and opened into a hole, looking as if he had been strangled to death. One of his hands was raised upwards, just hanging on the door's latch, as if trying to open the door. However, he didn't know that the wooden door had already been locked from the outside.

  "It's not a person, look over there." Yu Gang suddenly let out a breath and pointed forward with his hand, saying in surprise.

  After realizing the person who tripped me was dead, I let out a sigh of relief and quickly scrambled to my feet. Turning around, I was startled by a chill - the room was packed with people. Some were standing, others sitting, while some had their heads bowed, staring at something in their hands. Their bodies were stiff, as if they had been struck by a spell, not moving an inch, seemingly holding their breath.

  Their faces, with a look of astonishment and incredulity, flickered in the flashlight's beam, looking extremely eerie.

  They were all wearing Japanese military uniforms and several of them had guns holstered at their waists, at that moment, I was taken aback.

  "These are all Japanese devils, probably the troops that refused to surrender at that time. The rumors outside are indeed unreliable, saying that those Japanese devils died in the desert, revering nature, it's all nonsense." Yu Gang said with a face full of anger and curses.

  I thought to myself, I reckon this kid is still thinking about what the old professor told him, at that time I was also in the car, they were all talking about the Japanese devils dying in the desert.

  But who would have thought that those Japanese devils not only didn't die, but also built a den in this place and lived a carefree life.

  "What are you so excited about? Anyway, we're all dead men. They can't do anything to us." I looked at Yu Gang and said.

  Yu Gang coughed softly and said somewhat discontentedly, "I just wanted to kill a few Japanese devils to relieve my boredom. Who the hell knew, they were all dead."

  Don't forget the national humiliation, it's what all Chinese people remember, those hatreds in history, no one can erase them, after all we are Chinese, that patriotic heart is still hot.

  I didn't get as angry as Yu Gang did, after all, things that have happened in the past are beyond our control.

  As soon as he lifted his foot, he fiercely kicked the corpse in front of him that was running towards the door open and walked towards the cabinet inside. I carefully avoided those corpses, after all, they were dead people, what I disliked most was seeing dead people, let alone touching them.

  "It looks like this is a laboratory." As soon as I walked up to the wooden table, Jason had already stepped ahead of me, passing in front of me. He snatched a notebook from a corpse's hand, flipped through it, and then looked at the test tube rack on the wall and the bottles in the cabinet. Turning around to face us, he said: "I bet they're researching some kind of medicine. Although I don't understand Japanese writing, look at those bottles on the cabinet - procaine hydrochloride, tetracaine hydrochloride, lidocaine hydrochloride... these medicines are commonly seen in the US and many people have used them."

  "What kind of medicine is it?" I stared intently at the big and small bottles in the cabinet, I'm not a medical professional, those bottles looked no different to me.

  Jason replied: "Those are anesthetics, they are used for pre-anesthesia medication and treatment of surgical pain."

  "My god, are they conducting medical experiments?" Yu Gang exclaimed in surprise: "I told you, the Japanese devils would rather die than surrender, and now they want to make some small moves in our country, just like in the movies, researching deadly poisons, wanting to destroy China."

  He had just finished speaking, turned around, faced Jason and me, frowned tightly and asked: "Did you notice that there are no wounds on their bodies, so how did they die?"