Chapter 282: Don't know the fire

"No need." Yin Hui smiled faintly: "If I guess correctly, the webmaster is already waiting for us below."

"What does it mean? The webmaster is already waiting for us below?" Conan Doyle asked curiously: "Is this underground stronghold below built by the train station's station's station's station master?"

Yin Hui nodded.

"Well. I think so too." Huang Helou nodded: "I suddenly remembered a building built on the underground, and this kind of underground building seems to be very meteor in Japan."

Huanghelou also interrupted at this time: "This kind of underground building is usually called an underground loft in the Japanese. This kind of attic is built in the opposite way to the buildings on the ground. It can increase the solidity of the building a lot, and even if the attic above collapses, the attic below will not collapse due to the collapse above. It is very solid."

"You mean, are we meeting an underground loft in Japan?" Yin Hui kept shaking down with a flashlight, but no one appeared.

"Well, if you can build the attic in such a deep place, this underground attic must be magnificent, at least the number of floors will not be less than ten floors." Huanghelou preached with his rich case handling experience.

"It seems we have work to do this time." Yin Hui smiled bitterly: "Everyone will be ready to work hard later."

"I'm back." The sound of the scalpel sounded from behind everyone. Everyone hurriedly turned around and saw a handful of ropes holding the operation and walked over panting: "This kind of place is so fucking poor, you can't even buy a rope."

Yin Huimei complained, but grabbed a part of the rope and slowly put it down the sewer. In order to ensure the smooth landing of the rope, he deliberately tied an iron block at the end.

"Scalpel, how long is the rope you bought?" Yin Hui looked at the long rope exposed the tail end, worried that the rope was not long enough.

The scalpel had long been frightened by the depth of the sewer. He opened his mouth wide and stared at the rope unbelievably: "I bought it... thirty meters. Whose sewer has actually been built to thirty meters.

Just when the rope was about to be gone, the rope stopped falling. He lifted it up and squatted a few times, and he really heard the sound of steel tied to the end of the rope hitting the ground.

"It's the end." Yin Hui then breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "You can help me pull it down, I'll go down and see. If I pull the rope, you can pull it up hard. If I call you down, you can go down. Remember?"

Conan Doyle interrupted Yin Hui: "No, Yin Hui, this is too dangerous. I think we should climb down the rope together. Because if we climb down one by one, we may give each other a chance to defeat each other. We will lose without a fight. Wouldn't that be too unwise?"

After hearing what he said, Yin Hui felt that his thoughts were a little hasty: "Okay. Let's go down together. Find if there is any place nearby to tie this end of the rope."

Finally, everyone locked their eyes on the iron pillar supporting the tent and shook it hard for a few times. The iron pillar really stood on the ground with extremely hardness and could not be shaken at all.

"Okay, just tie it here." Yin Hui pulled the rope to ensure the firmness of the rope and the iron pillar, and then ordered everyone to follow.

When they climbed down for three meters, they confirmed that this was not a sewer at all, because it was surrounded by solid bricks, closely connected together. There was no trace of water.

It is not so much a sewer, but rather a well covered with a sewer cover.

After climbing down a few meters, it was pitch black all around and there was nothing to see.

Yin Hui shouted: "Sniper, turn on your flashlight."

But the scalpel interrupted at this time: "No need, I'm ready long ago." After saying that, he took out a light worn overhead from the duffel bag on his shoulder, turned the light to the bottom of the well, and said proudly: "Let's go down."

Judging from his tone, it seemed as if everyone was waiting for him to praise him for his careful thinking and preparation.

"Why don't you prepare more?" Conan Doyle blamed.

A sentence almost choked on the scalpel, which made him gasp and cough hard.

Everyone continued to climb down silently. I don’t know how long it took to climb down, even oxygen was scarce.

"Why is it not the bottom yet?" asked the scalpel at the top.

Yin Hui was also confused, just like that, why didn’t he reach the bottom yet?

While thinking, my feet suddenly touched something hard. I stepped on it hard, and there was a metal roar.

"It's the end." Yin Hui felt excited, and then quickly fumbled around, hoping to find another cave entrance and perhaps find the entrance to the underground castle.

The light was so bad that I could not see anything. I had to ask the scalpel to come over and wear the flashlight on my head.

With plenty of light, I carefully observed the surroundings. I found that the bricks on all sides were stacked tightly together, without even a gap. And when the bricks were connected, they were basically cement.

Where is the entrance to the underground castle?

"Since there is nothing around, is it because it's under your feet?" So he stepped on it gently.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong.

It really seems that the lower part is empty.

"It seems that it's just below." Yin Hui was busy saying to everyone who still grabbed the ropes on it: "Actually, the entrance is right under our feet, but it was blocked by the big iron plate under our feet."

"Let me go down and help." The scalpel shouted on it: "You all dodge me a distance and let me jump from here, and you will definitely kick the lid over."

After hearing what the scalpel said, everyone hurriedly made a gap.

Considering that the iron plate falls later, I may quietly pull the bottom of the rope as the iron plate falls, so that when it falls later, I can still hold the rope and keep my body from falling down.

1.2.3.

As the scalpel shouted three, his body also fell onto the iron plate like a falling meteor.

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the scalpel's feet touched the iron plate.

However, my body did not pause at all, and it fell down directly with the broken iron plate.

ah!

Dong.

ah!

With three crisp sounds, a dazzling light came up from under the iron plate. The cave lit up instantly. He could clearly see the curious Conan Doyle and others, all with the same expression, looking at the scalpel lying underneath a hand-knocked space in surprise.

After the scalpel landed, he didn't care about the pain in his butt and looked around anxiously, as if he was afraid that something would suddenly rush up.

After he saw that there were no monsters around, he breathed a sigh of relief and shouted at Yin Hui and others: "Hey, you guys, come down. It's very safe here."

Hearing him say this, Yin Hui let go of his hands. When his body was about to fall to the ground, his legs bent slightly and finally landed safely.

He hurriedly made way and let the rest of the people jump off from above.

The air circulation in this place seems to be very good, and the dull feeling in the well just now disappeared. It should be that there is an yang air circulation device or something.

He carefully observed the surroundings and found that this was just a simple big-headed building with a wide top floor and a little small floor, like an inverted lampshade.

If you guess correctly, this should be what Huanghelou calls the more famous underground loft in Japan.

“There doesn’t seem to be any danger here?

Yin Hui looked around again. The white walls were spotless, and an energy-saving lamp was hanging from the roof, illuminating the small room. If you don’t look at which big well above your head, you will definitely not imagine that they were nearly thirty meters underground.

"Everyone carefully pays attention to the surroundings. Although it doesn't seem that dangerous, we must be cautious. This is probably the enemy's delaying strategy, deliberately making us relax our vigilance." Yin Hui reminded everyone, and walked forward slowly. Every step was extremely cautious.

"Hehehehe!" Suddenly, a gloomy laughter rang in everyone's ears.

Everyone's nerves tightened, their eyes looked around, trying to find out the source of the sound. But to their disappointment, the small space was still empty and there was no figure.

"It's weird." Yin Hui looked around with some confusion. After finding that nothing strange was happening, he pressed his eyes with both hands.

Conan Doyle and others knew that Yin Hui was opening the Yin-Yang Eyes. He suspected that there were ghost-like things around him.

After he looked around, Conan Doyle asked curiously: "How is it? Have you found anything?"

Yin Hui shook her head and explained in a plain voice: "Maybe we have hallucinations. Come with me."

Everyone followed Yin Hui and continued to walk with him.

They didn't know where Yin Hui was going. However, they would face greater dangers after leaving the team. They didn't dare to leave the team, so they had to follow Yin Hui to continue moving forward.

After Yin Hui walked around the room for a whole circle, he suddenly used both hands to force his body, and his body turned around and behind the scalpel of the team's rear tail. He grabbed something and made a move to pinch the person's neck with both hands, and pinched something's neck very hard.

Seeing Yin Hui's strange behavior, everyone was frightened and didn't know what to do. Go forward to help? They couldn't see anything and just stood there in a daze. Yin Hui's neck seemed to be pinched by something, and it became red and swollen.

Just as everyone was hesitating, a blood hole suddenly appeared on Yin Hui's arm, as if a knife suddenly passed through his arm.

Seeing this blood hole, the scalpel's color suddenly changed, and the Swiss army knife that had been ready to be in his hand also slashed.

After his careful analysis just now, if the machete was cut from the direction in front of him, the killer would definitely stand in front of him. Then after rich experience and careful calculations from his brain, he finally locked his eyes on a rough range and slashed away with the saber in his hand.

Click.

A crisp sound,

Afterwards, a stream of blood appeared out of thin air and sprinkled on the face of the scalpel. At the same time, a broken arm holding the machete also appeared out of thin air under the scalpel's knife, falling quickly, and finally fell to the ground with a bang.

As blood spurted out more and more, a corpse gradually appeared.

However, his arm was cut off and his face was pale. Yin Hui's right hand was still tightly choking his neck.

This is a masked man wearing a black shadow. With the machete in his hand, he looks like a Japanese ninja.

"How about Yin Hui?" Everyone's eyes did not stay on the ninja for too long, but focused on Yin Hui.

Yin Hui covered the wound on his left hand with his right hand, while Huang Helou hurriedly found a pack of tourniquet from his luggage bag and helped Yin Hui tie it.

"How about Yin Hui, is there any serious injury?" Conan Doyle asked with concern.

"Nothing big." He coughed twice, and his pale face, which was just now due to lack of oxygen, gradually returned to his rosy blood: "Everyone should pay attention, there are many invisible Igaru ninjas here. If you find anything abnormal around you, you must remind everyone, and then quickly use weapons to attack something wrong around you."

After Yin Hui reminded everyone, their nerves tense and they looked around nervously, for fear of finding something was wrong.

Let's go down.

Yin Hui said.

Everyone followed Yin Hui's gaze and found that his eyes were staring straight at a small corner of the room. Everyone's gaze was also attracted, and they found that at some point there was a small passage in that corner of the room, which was about the size of the well they were descending, and there was a faint light inside.

When they arrived at the entrance, they found that there were stairs inside the well, and they could also see the white floor below the wellhead.
To be continued...