The four of them gathered in front of the wall and saw that there was no passage behind the two brick walls. They couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. But everyone wanted to see what was buried in the wall, so they used Kangxi's sword to lift the kerosene lamp to light it. Only then did they see that there was a large iron block buried in the wall, cold and dark, and the four of them couldn't say that there was an iron wall behind the two bricks?

I reached out and touched it, and my fingertips immediately touched a cold and heavy feeling. An ominous premonition made my whole body feel excited. I quickly calmed down and touched it carefully. I found that there were still several lines of raised words on this iron wall. I had to carry the light to get my eyes close to see clearly. The four of us took turns to take a look. It was not our Chinese characters, not numbers, nor were they Japanese ghost-painted talismans or Japanese Chinese characters.

We were confused. The cast iron-like wall seemed to be a layer of iron shell, and was buried in the building. I don’t know how thick it was. What are the words on the iron block? Maybe it can uncover the secret by reading it, but at this moment, the kerosene lamp in my hand flashed twice, and then the oil was gone and the lamp went out.

As soon as the kerosene lamp was turned off, the completely closed interior of the building immediately became invisible. My other three companions and I could only breathe. Ding Sitian touched my hand in the darkness. I felt her fingers cold, and knew that she was so scared that she wanted to comfort her and not worry.

But when I remembered that after everyone entered this strange building, the iron gate that suddenly fell, the white manpower on the window, and the large iron block buried deep in the brick wall in front of me, I really couldn't think of any reassuring reason to tell her, what else can these unreasonable phenomena mean? Obviously, this is a "ghost building". Now it's impossible to believe it or not. However, not only do I want to say this sentence, but I guess no one is willing to listen to it in this situation.

I touched the half box of matches in my pocket and lit one. In an absolutely dark environment, even a little light would make people feel hopeful. I looked at the other three people with the light of the matches. Everyone was quite calm. There were only twenty matches, and once they were used up, there would be no light source again, so they could not be used until necessary.

The old Sheeppei remembered that he had seen some handwriting on the iron wall just now. He was an illiterate person who could not read a single word, so he asked us: "What are the printings on the iron bricks? You kids are all intellectual youths sent by the Chairman, can you recognize them accurately?"

The match burned to the roots, and the surroundings fell into boundless darkness again. I threw away the match that had turned into ashes and racked my brains to recreate the font I just saw again in my mind. It seemed to be foreign characters. For foreign languages, we only learned some Russian, but they were all half-toned. Later, the Soviet Union practiced it, and it was completely abandoned. However, Ding Sitian's parents studied in the Soviet Union. Her Russian skills were good, but if the foreign language on the iron wall was English or something, we would have known them completely. In the beginning of the year, some schools also taught English, but the content they taught was not systematic, but directly learned some short sentences, such as longevity, long live long live, etc. At that time, the schools where several of us were in did not offer this course.

But Ding Sitian said with certainty that those are definitely not Russian. Some Russian letters are quite different from English letters, which can be seen. At that time, China-Soviet relations were tense, and everyone was very war-ready. When they mentioned foreign languages, they even suspected that the iron wall was filled with bombs, but when they thought about it carefully, they felt that such a thing was unlikely.

If it is not a Soviet revisionist, it may be the US imperial examination. In the past, some of the US military trophy seized from the battlefield of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea include foreign wine bottles, cigarette boxes, stainless steel spoons, and other miscellaneous items, so my understanding of English is only at the level of "USA".

The fat man suddenly had a whim: "At the time of World War II, Japan and Germany were allies. I think this would be German? It could be the US military supplies seized by the Japanese army on the Pacific battlefield?"

I said to the fat man, "Do you know what German is like?" The fat man said, "We don't know American, so I don't think it's important that the country it is from is not Russian or Japanese. Anyway, we don't know them at all."

The fat man's words gave me some inspiration, but the Japanese built iron blocks with the foreign characters were buried in the building. What is this iron block used for? Why is it buried in a brick wall? I have no clue at all, and the more I think about it, the bigger the hell.

At this time, Ding Sitian said to me: "Would you like to use another match? Let's take a look." I was also thinking that I came to the hole in the brick wall, pulled out a match and lit it, and put the flames in my hands to prevent the faint flames from being blown out by the breath of everyone. As soon as the light appeared, the dark iron wall immediately caught my eyes.

Although the light was weak this time, everyone looked very carefully and finally made another discovery. They just looked at the strange characters on the iron plate. They did not notice that the iron wall hidden behind the brick was not a huge iron block, but an iron cover that could be opened, like a low movable iron door. Just now, because the fat man had broken the brick wall, some bricks had not been removed, and the gap at the edge of the iron cover was not fully revealed, and the handles that were cast into one with the cover were also blocked by some bricks.

This discovery accelerated everyone's breathing, and the match was also destroyed at this time. The fat man touched the black to remove the remaining bricks. Ding Sitian asked me: "Bayi, it turns out that this is a lid that can be opened and closed, like an iron door, but if it is said to be a door, it may not be too small. People have to lie down before entering. If it is not an iron door, what would it be for?"

The old sheepskin interjected and said, "Si Tian, ​​you girl, why are you so curious about these things? I have lived for most of my life and have never encountered such a strange thing. I think it must be a good place behind the iron wall, otherwise why would it be hidden so tightly? I am afraid that the evil spirit will be released if I open it? I don't know which god I offended in my previous life..."
Chapter completed!