Before I could kick the door, I looked outside the two windows on the door, and two white hands were exposed. My five fingers slowly scratched the glass, making a harsh friction sound. I heard goosebumps all over. My feet, which had been lifted halfway, stopped in front of the door. I heard a strange sound of the rusty hinge on the building door, and the door was slowly pushed open from outside...

The rusty hinged leaves made a "squeaking" sound, and the door of the building was pushed open from outside. I never knew that the sound of opening the door would be so terrifying. As the door of the building opened, it seemed like a basin of cold water with ice was pouring on me, but through the gap where the door of the building was already opened, I could only see that the outside of the building was pitch black.

I also wanted to bite the bullet and see who wanted to push the door in, but Ding Sitian and the fat man with old sheepskin behind me couldn't hold on anymore and shouted, "Retreat!" As I said that, I helped them and started to retreat into the building. I lost my support behind me and didn't dare to show off and continue to poke here. I carried the dim kerosene lamp and walked away. When I raised my foot, I felt that my legs were weak.

The ancients said that "defeat is like a mountain of fall." It is terrible to have no plans and organizations to disperse and escape. Although these people claim to be retreating, in fact, fear is infected with each other like an infectious disease. They cannot suppress their hearts and beating wildly. They panic like headless flies. They push and retreat deep into the corridor, retreating straight to the stairs at the end of the corridor. They almost hit the wall facing each other in the darkness, and then stopped.

I held the kerosene lamp and looked at Fatty and Ding Sitian. Their faces were pale and could be described as being expressionless. I guess my face was not much better. This time I was really scared. First of all, the strange structure in the building made people feel idealistic. It was probably because the building was haunted. The most terrifying thing was that I didn’t bring my black donkey’s hooves when I went out.

The door of this building is very special. It is not like ordinary buildings that are located on the horizontal surface, but opens at the narrow end of the rectangular building. The rooms on both sides of the corridor are built with bricks, and a corridor facing the door is very long, and the end is blocked by bricks. The only choice to walk here is to walk up the stairs, and the stairs at the corner of the corridor are up and down. It seems that there is a basement in this building.

The stairs were alive like corridors, and were not blocked with brick walls. What happened in front of the building just now made us lose our minds and we didn't dare to plan to return to the building door from the same path. At this point, there were only two options left, go upstairs to the second floor, or go downstairs to enter the basement.

Because the building was too quiet, we could not hear any movement on the iron gate at the end of the corridor, so we breathed a sigh of relief. Ding Sitian pressed her chest and said without venting it, "Don't panic, who saw clearly...what came in from outside just now?"

The fat man said to Ding Sitian: "You are so embarrassed to say it. You just made a comeback first. Before I could see clearly what was outside the door, I followed you and ran in. I think we are the so-called escape from the wind. I didn't expect that my reputation for life would be ruined here."

At this time, the old Sheepsie suddenly woke up from a coma. When he saw that he was half-dragged by Ding Sitian and the fat man, he looked at him with the faint light of the gas lamp. He didn't know where he was, and he was unbearable to swell in his belly. He was still a little confused and asked me, "What is this black hole? Didn't you enter the Hall of Yama? I didn't expect that my old man was coming, and he had a match with you educated youth..."

I briefly explained to the old sheepskin a few words, and suddenly there was a loud bang at the entrance of the building, which made the walls in the building buzz and echo. The sound was that the gate at the entrance of the building had fallen down, and the windows of the building were all furnished. If there was no exit from other places, the iron gate would be the only passage to leave.

Everyone's faces were as earthy as the sound of the iron gate. After the sound of the iron gate, there was no movement in the building. After a while, I came to my senses. I just ran in, but I didn't even realize that there was a gate at the entrance of the building. Once it was closed, it would be difficult to get out. I only heard the fat man scolding: "*The eighth generation of his ancestors, I want to put us in a confinement and suffocate us to death in this building. This is too vicious. Don't let me know who did it, let me know that I must criticize it."

Lao Sheepsie used to live in a cave in the northwest, but later went to the grassland to make a living and tent. She never stayed in a steel and concrete building. According to his words, he felt like a white box inside the building. Although he was not very clear about the situation, he could guess seven or eight points after hearing what the fat man said, and he kept sighing. Although he could not avoid being beaten and criticized when he returned to the pastoral area, he would always be able to starve to death in this stone box.

Ding Sitian said to me: "Who closed the gate? Are there really ghosts in this world? We had known that we should have mustered up the courage to rush out just now." Everyone talked about the current situation, regretful, complaining, and scolding, and there was no useful word after all.

I knew that there was no light in this building. The longer I was locked in it, the greater the psychological pressure, and there was no water or food. If I didn’t find a way to escape, I would probably really leave my life in this ghost building. So I said to everyone: "You listen to me first. Our situation is indeed difficult at present. I think this is all caused by a series of mistakes since ancient times. Since ancient times, military tactics have been saying that when things are important, it is important to guard, when things are done, when things are done, and when things are done, it is important to make secrets. When encountering difficulties and changes, the most important thing is to adhere to consistent principles and policies.

We must not shake doubts and lack confidence; when we encounter opportunities, we must be decisive and resolute, and we must not hesitate to retreat; when we deploy our plans, we must be meticulous and detailed, and we must not be rash and blind. However, in contrast, we have failed to achieve these three points, but we cannot gain wisdom without taking any action. From now on, if we want to turn passive into initiative, we must implement these three principles. As long as we are closely united, do not waver when encountering difficulties, do not retreat when encountering dangers, be modest and cautious, bold and careful, we will eventually overcome all enemies and difficulties."

These words were the content of a leader's speech I read when my father was reading the newspaper. Now, seeing that everyone was almost in a mess, I said these words. Maybe someone needed to stand up at this time, maybe these words were indeed reasonable. No matter what the reason was, they were quite effective. When I said it, everyone was much calmer.
Chapter completed!