Chapter 262 Save...save me...

"Workers who are focused on their work don't like to be disturbed!"

A strange, echoing sound suddenly rang out, as if whispering in their ears.

Lin Yan'an frowned slightly, his steps did not stop, but his whole body tensed up instantly.

He Liqun followed Lin Yan'an closely, his eyes darting around warily.

The further in you go, the clearer the "clang...clang..." sound of chiseling becomes.

The miner's lamp hanging on the wall suddenly flickered violently, and then went out with a snap.

In the darkness deep within the alley, a shadowy figure flickered.

Lin Yan'an's expression instantly became wary, and He Liqun felt as if his breath was about to stop.

A few seconds later, the miner's lamp flickered again, its dim light dim and faint.

He Liqun stared in horror at the figure around the corner. It was a miner wearing a tattered hard hat and clothes covered in slag, slowly blending into the wall and then disappearing instantly.

"Holy shit... Holy crap!"

He Liqun couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "That brat Zhang Mingyuan! Is this what he meant by 'not scary'?!"

He complained as he reached out and grabbed Lin Yan'an's arm tightly.

Lin Yan'an sensed the movement beside him and subconsciously turned his head to look. In the dim light, he could vaguely see the fine beads of sweat on He Liqun's forehead.

"It's just lighting and shadow effects."

Lin Yan'an explained calmly, but his eyes remained sharp as he observed the surrounding environment.

"I know it's a lighting effect, but that moment was really freaking scary."

Lin Yan'an was quite certain about this.

The visual impact and psychological suggestion at that moment were really quite realistic.

In the monitoring room, Zhong Wan looked at the two people on the screen and couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she didn't agree. In that instant, she even felt that the ghosts she could see were not scary at all; what was scary was this feeling of the unknown.

Zhong Suisui also wagged her little tail excitedly, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the two people on the screen.

He Lixin was overjoyed. He raised his hand to rub his cheek, suppressing his smile, then reached for the microphone and continued in a sinister tone, "They...have always...been there..."

"Looking at you..."

Inside the alley, Lin Yan'an and Li Qun continued walking.

The continuous dripping of water, the chiseling of stone, the faint weeping and whispering, and the deafening roar of machinery... these sounds kept ringing in their ears, challenging their nerves.

The light from the miner's lamp on the wall was dim and flickered occasionally.

Occasionally, one or even a few quiet, indistinct figures of miners would appear in front of the tunnel and on both sides, their eyes vacant, yet their gazes following the figures of the miners, silently staring at them until the lights came on completely, and then disappearing in an instant.

He Liqun felt the hairs on his body stand on end, and cold sweat poured down his back.

He knew perfectly well that everything before him was fake, but the atmosphere was just too terrifying!

After they finally left this place and arrived at the mining face,

The space suddenly became low and narrow.

Both of them had to bend over to continue passing.

In the narrow, dimly lit corridor, the air was filled with a damp, earthy smell and...

Lin Yan'an frowned subconsciously, sniffed hard, and asked incredulously, "Big brother, why does this still smell of gunpowder?!"

"ah?"

He Liqun was stunned upon hearing this, gripping Lin Yan'an's clothes tightly with one hand and clutching the yellowed paper tightly with the other.

But in his heart, he couldn't help thinking, isn't it normal for there to be the smell of gunpowder in this mining area? Otherwise, how could they mine?

Thinking about this, and considering that Lin Yan'an had never worked in a mine, it was normal that he didn't know anything about it.

He Liqun opened his mouth, about to explain, but before he could finish speaking, a loud bang was suddenly heard.

"Boom!"

Along with the sound, the entire space shook violently, and a continuous creaking and rustling sound came from above, as if the ceiling might break at any moment.

The glaring red lights began flashing wildly, and the piercing alarm instantly shattered the silence of the entire space.

"Quick! Run!"

"Landslide...landslide! Lin Yan'an, run!"

Upon hearing this voice, He Liqun, though rationally aware that it was a simulation, was overcome by instinct and lingering fear, and gripped Lin Yan'an's clothes tightly, pulling him backward with all his might.

Amidst the billowing dust, Lin Yan'an was forced to take two steps back, but his eyes remained alertly scanning the area ahead.

From the pile of rubble to their side, several pale, dusty, and bloodstained hands stretched out weakly, scratching in their direction.

A faint, feeble cry for help followed: "Help...help me..."

Upon seeing this scene, Lin Yan'an's heart began to race. He grabbed He Liqun's arm, his gaze fixed ahead, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go take a look."

"quick!"

As he spoke, he pulled away from He Liqun's hand, crouched low, and quickly walked forward.

He Liqun's hand was suddenly removed by him, and he couldn't help but stagger a couple of steps. He raised his hand to hold onto the wall to steady himself, squinted at Lin Yan'an's figure as he walked forward, and quickly followed after him.

"Cough cough!"

The unsightly dust made him cough softly.

The blinding red light shone eerily in the pervasive dust, and pale arms reaching out from the rubble were still helplessly clawing at the air, their faint cries for help seemingly reaching straight to one's heart.

"Help……"

"Help...me..."

"Please... pull me... out..."

He Liqun's heart pounded, even though he knew perfectly well that everything before him was fake... a special effect...

But that familiar, immersive despair still sent chills down his spine.

He instinctively stepped forward, knelt in front of the rubble, and began to dig with his hands, his eyes reddening.

"It's fake, it's all fake."

Lin Yan'an gripped the hand he had just grabbed... or rather, the prosthetic hand, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He let go of He Liqun's hand, turned around and pulled him up: "It's all staged, fake."

"Brother, get up."

His voice was unusually calm, but upon closer listening, one could still detect a trace of lingering fear and tension in his words.

Lin Yan'an's thin lips were pressed tightly together, his tense nerves relaxing slightly, but his gaze remained sharp as he carefully observed the scene before him.

Bathed in that blinding red light, I watched "them" stretch out their stiff arms, and listened to their endless, repetitive cries for help...