After listening to Zhang Jucai and Li Yongheng's account, Zhao Daming's heart sank. This matter had probably caused a huge uproar.
Today, those Japanese devils are still distorting the truth internationally and refusing to admit that it was an invasion.
They also refuse to acknowledge those inhumane live human experiments.
Therefore, China has been collecting irrefutable evidence of that war.
After a moment's thought, Zhao Daming asked Xiao Xing to call Liu Zhongren so they could go to Zhangjia Village to confirm.
After all, no one had ever seen what was inside the cave with their own eyes. What if it was just a false alarm? Wouldn't that be a laughing stock?
After a brief arrangement, Zhao Daming and Liu Zhongren followed Zhang Jucai and Li Yongheng, heading towards Zhangjia Village under the cover of night.
Meanwhile, in Zhangjia Village.
Near the mountain stream, a number of villagers who could hardly contain themselves had gathered. They surrounded Zhang Cheng, their eyes fixed intently on the mountain wall.
Several impatient young men had already climbed up the old gray-brown vine to the cave entrance.
A strong, pungent stench emanated from the cave, turning everyone's faces pale and filling their eyes with unyielding hatred.
Zhang Cheng stood side by side with the old village chief, looking up at the cave entrance that was seven or eight meters high.
The old village chief frowned and said in a low voice, "That's strange. The entrance to the cave is so high. How did that beast, Big Sister, get in? And how did she manage to get covered in the stench of a corpse?"
Zhang Cheng's eyes flickered: "Perhaps there are other entrances. That tiger probably entered from another place."
The old village chief nodded slightly, acknowledging the guess, and then added:
“But this place isn’t exactly remote. People used to come here to fish and catch shrimp every year… Logically speaking, it’s impossible that no one would have seen such a big hole. Unless… the hole was just collapsed.”
Before he finished speaking, Li Hongzhuang slid down the vine and hurried toward the old village chief with a serious expression.
Seeing his expression, the old village chief knew something was wrong and quickly stepped forward to greet him: "What's wrong?"
“There are very shallow footprints near the cave entrance!” Li Hongzhuang’s gaze turned to Zhang Cheng. “Er Gouzi said earlier that he only discovered the cave but hadn’t gone inside…”
The old village chief and Zhang Cheng exchanged a glance, both feeling a chill run down their spines.
Li Hongzhuang added, "If it were discovered by people from nearby villages, they wouldn't keep quiet about it!"
Traitor? Or... a Japanese soldier?
Zhang Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted.
In recent years, there have been traitors hiding in China, or Japanese soldiers who have long been Sinicized.
The old village chief gritted his teeth: "Can we go into that hole?"
Li Hongzhuang nodded: "It should be possible. I just threw two torches in, and they're still burning brightly."
"Let's go in and take a look!" the old village chief decided immediately.
"good!"
This time, Zhang Cheng did not stop him.
The old village chief is quite old, but he climbs the mountain with the agility of a young person.
He grabbed the vine first, and in a few moments climbed to the cave entrance. He took a torch from a young man next to him, crouched down, and crawled inside.
Li Hongzhuang followed closely behind, while Zhang Cheng trailed behind him.
The stench inside the cave grew stronger and stronger, almost suffocating.
The old village chief, his back bent, used his torch to illuminate the remaining footprints on the ground, and hissed, "Footprints! Watch your step, don't step on them!"
Zhang Cheng held up the torch and quickly scanned his surroundings.
The cave was enormous and bottomless, with forks in the road ahead, leading nowhere.
The group of six, led by the old village chief, chose a tunnel and began to explore.
Zhang Cheng carefully examined the ground; the messy footprints were clearly visible, indicating that at least two people had stayed there.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, a rusty steel gate stood before them.
"Goodness, this mountain has probably been hollowed out!" Li Hongzhuang squinted.
Li Chirou stepped forward, kicked the iron gate, and turned back to ask, "Should we push it open or not?"
The old village chief spat out a single word through gritted teeth: "Push!"
"middle!"
Li Chirou handed the torch to the person next to him, took a deep breath, pressed his shoulder against the cold iron door, and suddenly exerted force.
"Crunch—crunch—"
The iron gate made a screeching sound as it was slowly pushed open.
The stench, a mixture of fishy and rusty smells, hit me hard and was even more pungent.
"Holy shit!"
The iron gate had barely opened a crack when Li Chirou glanced inside and immediately burst into a tirade of curses. His narrow eyes...
His face was instantly covered in blood vessels, a mixture of anger and hatred.
Li Hongzhuang also stepped forward, and after seeing the scene behind the door, his breathing suddenly became heavy. He gritted his teeth and, together with Li Chirou, pushed the iron door open completely.
The scene behind the door left everyone frozen in place.
The corpse.
Everywhere you look, there are corpses.
These bodies were not completely decomposed; they appeared to have undergone special treatment and retained their postures from when they were alive.
The space behind the iron gate was enormous, filled with all sorts of strange and sophisticated instruments, and corpses were bound to various torture devices...
Zhang Cheng felt a surge of blood rush to his head, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
When he saw the corpse of an infant strapped to a metal table, his eyes twitched uncontrollably.
He forced himself to calm down, stepped forward, and carefully examined the cold instruments.
On an iron table, several booklets lay scattered. They were so old that the paper was stuck together and brittle, and would turn to dust at the slightest touch.
"Uncles, don't touch these things!"
Zhang Cheng caught a glimpse of Li Hongzhuang reaching out to untie the corpse from the torture device and immediately stopped him.
Li Hongzhuang's outstretched hand froze in mid-air before he reluctantly withdrew it.
The old village chief also realized what was happening, his voice hoarse: "Er Gouzi is right! Don't move!"
What if... what if there's some poison on these things...
Thinking of this, the old village chief felt a chill run down his spine. If this horrible place really did harbor lingering poisonous gas, their reckless intrusion would have been terrible...
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