My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

In order to cut off my family's concerns, I went home to say goodbye. Perhaps since then, my family has had a tacit understanding that they will never disturb me unless it is absolutely necessary.

Maybe because of this, I can’t learn about many things in time.

At this moment, I regretted that I had said such harsh words, so that now...

Just as I was lost in thought, Fatty Wang patted my shoulder, interrupting my thoughts.

"I say, don't be so serious. You seem to be quite depressed all the way." he said.

"I was just thinking about where my third uncle might have gone, but after thinking about it carefully, I still couldn't think of it." I answered with a look of self-blame on my face.

"I suddenly realized that my Third Uncle knew everything about me. He would occasionally ask about my situation after I went to the inn. However, I knew very little about him..."

Over the past two or three days, my psychological pressure has reached its peak. Zhang Hao saw this and threatened me directly: "If you continue to have such crazy thoughts, I don't mind letting you fall asleep and waking you up when we reach our destination."

With Zhang Hao's personality, he is definitely capable of doing such a thing.

But I don't want to waste time sleeping, and now I can't sleep at all.

"I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll close my eyes and rest for a while," I said.

However, what I meant by closing my eyes and resting was just closing my eyes and continuing to think.

Seeing me like this, Zhang Hao didn't force me to do anything. He could only sigh and step on the accelerator even harder.

As the car drove deeper into the mountains, the sky became darker and darker. It turned out that the sky at the top of the mountain had been covered by a circle of dark clouds.

The dark clouds are pressing down on our heads, making us feel heavy-hearted involuntarily.

To be honest, I really don't want to keep myself in this tense state anymore. But as long as I am awake, my brain will keep working.

This feeling of dark clouds pressing down on one's head and impending storm makes people feel particularly uncomfortable.

When we actually drove onto the mountain road, sparse raindrops were already falling on the car windows.

Although there were not many raindrops, the temperature in the mountains dropped sharply.

Finally, we arrived at the coordinate location, but found that there was nothing there.

Obviously, this coordinate is false.

I felt so lost, and my head was splitting from the stress of the past two days.

Then I realized that I hadn't taken my medicine for two days. The headache was not caused by lack of rest, but probably by the tumor in my brain.

I made an excuse to go to the restroom and took out some tissues and my own small medicine box from the trunk.

Fortunately, the medicine box was not conspicuous, so I just put it in my pocket and left.

After walking a few hundred meters, I came to the edge of a cliff.

The wind on the cliff grew stronger, and the rain hit my face mercilessly, as if trying to wake me up.

I took out the medicine I was supposed to take and was about to put it into my mouth, but the pill accidentally slipped from my fingertips and fell directly into the cliff!
I looked down with some regret, but through the hazy rain and fog, I saw a house right below the cliff!
This is the only house within a few miles! Is this the place Uncle San is going to?

I hurriedly took the medicine, ran back to the car, and told Zhang Hao and Fatty Wang the news.

However, when we returned to the edge of the cliff, we found that the building was gone!

"Are you seeing things?" Fatty Wang looked for a long time but didn't see the so-called house. He rubbed his eyes but still didn't see it.

I subconsciously retorted: "How is that possible? I just saw it!"

Zhang Hao did not join in our argument, but looked down at the surroundings.

According to the location I mentioned, the height here is at least two or three hundred meters. A house two or three hundred meters away is likely to be covered by rain and fog.

"Hao Xie, how did the visibility when you first saw the house compare to now?" Zhang Hao reminded me.

After being reminded by Zhang Hao, I suddenly realized what was going on and turned around to look around.

I found that visibility was indeed lower than before. In other words, the house might not be an illusion, but hidden by rain and fog!

"Why don't we just go down and take a look? We can't see any clues up there anyway," I suggested.

After hearing this, Zhang Hao and Fatty Wang immediately expressed their agreement.

We climbed all the way here, but perhaps because the house was hidden in the blind spot, we overlooked it. Zhang Hao went down the mountain along the same route and followed the previous path to find another way. Unexpectedly, he found his target soon.

It was indeed a house hidden in the dense woods, and it was almost impossible to detect unless you looked for it deliberately.

Only by looking down from a high place, like Hao Xie, can you catch a glimpse of a corner of the roof.

If we had chosen this path at the beginning, we would probably have missed it.

After getting off the bus, Zhang Hao checked his mobile phone and found that the longitude and latitude displayed had not changed.

This means that the compass has been out of order since we set foot on the mountain, and it may take a long time to update, resulting in inaccurate positioning. Perhaps the longitude and latitude clues were originally set up like this.

Is there something in the mountain interfering with the signal? Or is the magnetic field in the mountain affected by some unknown force? Zhang Hao was thinking solemnly, but was gently pushed from behind by Fatty Wang.

"Hey, stop thinking too much and hurry up. If this is really the destination, the clue must be inside." Fatty Wang urged.

Zhang Hao quickly followed the two.

As we went deeper, the road became more muddy, and the leaves on both sides stretched out with tiny barbs that could scratch our skin and cause it to swell quickly if we weren't careful.

Zhang Hao looked around and found that the road ahead had been opened up. The ends of the broken branches turned yellow and gray. Judging from their growth conditions, they had been broken no more than half a month ago, which coincided with the time when his uncle disappeared.

Hao Xie also noticed this. He reached out to touch the broken branches as he walked, as if he was sighing, but remained silent.

Finally, they arrived in front of the building and were surprised to find that it was much larger than it looked.

It is surrounded by a several-meter-high iron wall. Although the trees in the yard are not as tall as those outside, they are also lush and green.

After walking around the building, I saw only one passage at the main entrance. The door lock seemed to be in disrepair and had not been opened for a long time.

Have the people who have been here before actually entered?

"How do I open this lock?" Hao Xie looked around, knowing nothing about this strange lock.

This lock has a unique shape, a rectangular lock body, and normally the keyhole should be on the right end, the key is slender, and the security level is high. But this lock has six keyholes, one on each side.

"Let me see." Fatty Wang has always been fascinated by this kind of thing. He pushed Hao Xie away and moved forward to observe.

"Among these six keyholes, only three are real, the rest are fake and very shallow." Fatty Wang said.

"Even if there are only three keyholes, it should be difficult to open, right? This kind of magical lock is generally designed to prevent outsiders from opening it." Zhang Hao knew nothing about this and said casually.

Unexpectedly, Fatty Wang snapped his fingers in front of him and said, "You are right! It must be opened all at once, otherwise the lock will automatically lock."

Hao Xie had lost his patience and was about to kick the door: "It's just a broken lock, but there are so many rules! Can't we just smash it?"

"We are here to look for clues, not to tear down the house. What if things in the yard change because the lock is broken?" Zhang Hao patted his shoulder, "Let me try." He walked forward, holding a master key in his hand, which he took out from the space. In theory, it can unlock all the locks in the world.

But the key now is that this key has three possible keyhole positions, and Zhang Hao must guess which one is the correct one.

Zhang Hao closed his eyes and concentrated, holding the key in one hand and calculating with his fingers with the other, and then he gestured a few words in the air, as if calculating something.

Fatty Wang nudged Hao Xie with his shoulder and said, "Look, this is what we both haven't learned even after reading books for hundreds of years."

"Don't take me with you, I've learned it." Hao Xie retorted.

"Then why didn't you say it just now?" asked Fatty Wang.

Hao Xie remained silent, his hands hanging by his side clenched into fists. It wasn't that he couldn't do it, but that he was already unable to do it.

At this moment, his headache was splitting, and even taking medicine could not relieve it. If he had not taken the medicine, he would have fainted long ago.

Hao Xie knew very well that the location of the tumor near the brain stem was extremely tricky. After all, the importance of the brain stem was self-evident.

Having a tumor in the brain is unfortunate enough, but this tumor chose such a tricky place.

While Hao Xie was lost in thought, Zhang Hao had already successfully opened the door. With the creaking sound of the door, the red and black rust originally attached to it fell like raindrops, like a bloody storm.

"Come in quickly."

The yard was overgrown with weeds. On the road leading from the entrance to the building, the weeds did not seem to grow very lush and seemed to have been recently broken, which confirmed their guess - there had been visitors here not long ago.

Could it be Uncle San?
Why did he come to this desolate place?

As the truth gradually dawned, Hao Xie became more and more nervous, his heartbeat accelerated, and he could even clearly feel the blood vessels in his brain expanding.

To prevent any accidents, Hao Xie had to constantly adjust his breathing, trying to calm his body and mind to avoid any accidents.

Fatty Wang keenly noticed Hao Xie's abnormality.

"What's wrong with you? Are you tired? Or are you feeling unwell? You look so pale and your breathing is so rapid."

"It's okay, I'm just a little nervous." Hao Xie made up an excuse casually, and Fatty Wang didn't delve into it.

After all, if Hao Xie really wanted to hide something, he would not easily reveal the truth.

Fatty Wang knew this very well, so he just nodded silently and didn't say anything more.

The door of the building was not locked, but just ajar. It was dark, and even if the door was opened, it was still pitch black inside.

Zhang Hao took out three flashlights from his backpack and gave one to each person.

"I'm going upstairs to search. You two should stay together and don't separate."

Zhang Hao was confident that he could protect himself, but although Hao Xie and Wang Pangzi could see those unusual things, they lacked the ability to protect themselves. Letting them travel together would allow them to look after each other and also make it easier for him to find someone.

——He had a feeling that this building was not simple.

The building has four floors. The higher the floor, the smaller the space. There are only two small rooms on the fourth floor.

In one of the huts, Zhang Hao found a life-size cross with knots tied to the wooden frame, like the kind used when interrogating prisoners.

There was a wooden box in the corner of the room, which contained various torture instruments. Although most of them were covered with dust, Zhang Hao could still feel strong resentment and anger from them.

These torture instruments must have been used to kill people, otherwise they wouldn’t be so ominous.

At this point, Zhang Hao became even more curious about why his uncle came here.

The other room was a bedroom, with nothing but a bed. There were no blankets or other clues to investigate.

When Zhang Hao was about to leave, he found something that looked like a photo in the crack of the door.

The photo was half covered with dust. Zhang Hao picked it up, gently brushed off the dust, and saw a black and white photo.

The people in the photo are standing on the beach, wearing uniform, diving equipment, and smiling.

One of them caught Zhang Hao's attention.

This person looks surprisingly similar to Zhang Qilin!

To be precise, this person is Zhang Qilin.

Zhang Hao knows Zhang Qilin's true identity, how long he has lived and what he has experienced.

What puzzled him was why Zhang Qilin's photo appeared in this desolate building? What was the connection between Zhang Qilin and the interrogation room?

Zhang Hao calmly put the photo into his pocket, without intending to show it to Hao Xie and Fatty Wang immediately.

The windows on the third floor were sealed with wooden boards, and the doors and windows were made of iron, with only a small opening the size of a palm left on top, which was equipped with an iron fence.

It's kind of like... a prison cell door.

Thinking of the scene upstairs, Zhang Hao couldn't help but guess that this might really be a prison.

Zhang Hao checked each room carefully and found that they were all the same size, with the same beds and cabinets.

He found handcuffs and leg irons under the bed in one of the rooms.

This is indeed a prison!
When Zhang Hao came to the second floor, Hao Xie and Fatty Wang also happened to search here, and the three of them met up smoothly.

"How's the situation over there?" Zhang Hao asked, "Did you find anything special on the first floor?"

"The first floor is the kitchen hall and two archive rooms. Although the bookshelves are still there, the books are gone." Hao Xie's tone revealed an unconcealable frustration.

"What about you? Did you find anything special upstairs?" Hao Xie turned to ask Zhang Hao.

Faced with Hao Xie's questioning, Zhang Hao was speechless for a moment, with mixed feelings in his heart.

How should he speak?
Should I tell him that there is a black-and-white photo of a young man hidden upstairs, and it looks very old?

Zhang Hao’s silence made Hao Xie suspicious, but he did not ask any more questions. Instead, he quietly prepared to go upstairs to find out what was going on.

"Wait, there's a prison upstairs!" Zhang Hao hurriedly stopped him and asked tentatively, "Could it be that your third uncle is secretly involved in these things?"

Zhang Hao's tone was just right, which made people wonder whether he didn't want Hao Xie to see those things in order to protect his uncle's reputation.

Sure enough, Hao Xie's expression gradually relaxed.

"Not sure, let's go up and take a look."

"Let's check the second floor first." Zhang Hao suggested.

Afterwards, Zhang Hao walked to the left with a flashlight, while Hao Xie and Fatty Wang looked at each other and explored to the right together.

The doors and windows on the second floor were all in good working order, with no signs of prisoners. (End of this chapter)