Darkness is Coming

The rest of the people in the hall woke up one after another. Compared with the calmness and calmness of Yang Dong, Shan Yun and others, their performance was very unbearable. As soon as they woke up, they shouted loudly. A hybrid of dialect and Mandarin, there are four others who speak standard Mandarin with a little Beijing rhythm. The other yellows and the rest of the whites were full of birdsong and couldn't hear what they were saying.

   "It's Japanese and English." Yang Dong retracted his gaze and pointed to the person on the other side who was babbling and talking, "They are probably also awakened."

   "Do you know something?" Shan Yun asked.

   Yang Dong shook his head and replied, "I know nothing like you."

   "Oh? How do you know that I don't know anything?" The inscrutable smile on Shan Yun's face was matched with her captivating wink, making Zhou Tianhong and Doudou look in a trance.

  Yang Dong was stumped by this question. He knew that Shan Yun was just as ignorant as he was, but he didn't know how to answer the question "How can a fish know the joy of a fish".

   Seeing her victory, Shan Yun giggled, "Okay, I'm joking with you, don't be serious, smart, tell me what you think?"

"I have a name, my name is Yang Dong." Yang Dong was very dissatisfied with Shan Yun's attitude, and was not shaken by her beauty, "I ran two laps in the synagogue just now, fully enclosed structure, no windows, all rely on The vents are ventilating, but I can't see any dust in the vents, which means that someone has cleaned them not long ago, and I want to find their way out of here, so I just ran around the wall and knocked, circled around, and listened to the sound There is no secret door behind it, maybe I haven't found it for a while, or maybe the passage is not on the wall."

"Where else could it be? There must be a secret way to get out. We have to find out quickly and leave this ghost place first. There is nothing to eat or drink here. We have to hurry up and find a way to get out before we are too hungry. Move." Zhou Tianhong said eagerly.

   Doudou immediately raised his right hand and raised a more urgent situation: "I want to pee."

   This reminded Zhou Tianhong that of the four problems of eating, drinking, and Lhasa, you can’t just care about the first two. In this completely closed hall with no compartments, the latter two problems are even more embarrassing.

   Zhou Tianhong patted Doudou's little head and said, "It doesn't matter if you are a child, hold on first, if you really can't hold back, then secretly find a corner to shush."

   Doudou wrinkled his two sparse eyebrows, pushed Zhou Tianhong's hand away, and said seriously, "I'm thirteen years old. I'm not a child, so I can't defecate anywhere. Also, even a child can't defecate anywhere."

"You are thirteen years old? It looks like you are at most eight or nine years old." Zhou Tianhong glanced at Doudou in surprise, shook his head, and said, "Let's not discuss this, Yang Dong, tell me quickly, where the secret path might be, we Invite others to find it together!"

"Either underground, maybe under a row of seats, or above your head." Yang Dong put his left arm across his chest, rested his right elbow on his arm, and pinched his chin with two fingers, acting like a wise man. , very convincing.

   "On top of your head?" Zhou Tianhong raised his finger to the ceiling, and repeated, "On top of your head? How is that possible? How to get there?"

"Why not? What if the synagogue we're in now is underground? There's not a single window in the synagogue, and it's all illuminated by fluorescent lights, so it's probably underground. If the synagogue is underground, then either there's a hiding place somewhere in the synagogue. There is an elevator, or there are passages and telescopic ladders on the ceiling... Of course, I can't guarantee it, I'm just giving my personal opinion." Yang Dong spread his hands, believe it or not.

   "It seems reasonable for you to say that." Zhou Tianhong nodded, thoughtfully.

"I can only think of these for the time being. Try it first. Who can speak Japanese or English?" Yang Dong glanced at the three people beside him. He had to find possible secret passages in such a large hall by himself. Find what year and month? We had to mobilize the masses to work together, but because of the language barrier, we needed an interpreter to communicate with the Japanese and the Americans.

   "I won't." Zhou Tianhong was the most straightforward and answered without hesitation.

   "I am patriotic." Shan Yun said as playfully, "How can patriotic people learn foreign languages? It doesn't exist."

   Doudou stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and asked inexplicably, "Japanese and English, what are they?"

   Yang Dong sighed helplessly in his heart, and turned his eyes to the other people sitting in the back row, praying that there are "unpatriotic" people among them.

   Doudou didn't get a reply, and couldn't help but be curious, and asked again: "Big brother, little sister, what are Japanese and English?"

   "This..." Zhou Tianhong didn't know how to explain it, and he didn't want to spend his brainpower answering this kind of question.

  Shan Yun smiled and asked back: "Doudou, do you know what Nandu dialect is and what is Jingcheng dialect?"

   "I know, it's a dialect." Doudou nodded, "I can speak Nandu."

"Yes, a dialect is a small language used by people in a specific region. English and Japanese are the same. They are small languages, and sooner or later they will become a dialect, understand?" Zhou Tianhong couldn't help but look sideways.

   "Oh, I understand." Doudou suddenly realized.

  Yang Dong couldn't listen anymore, got up and walked to another group of Chinese people to talk to them.

Unknown causes fear. Being locked in such an airtight hall for no reason, people who don't know the situation will inevitably feel anxious. The more anxious they are, the more they hope to find the same kind to cuddle with each other and hug each other for warmth. The other seven Chinese people had a brief conversation with Yang Dong. After a few words, they walked back and got together.

   Eleven Chinese people sat around, one more than the total number of Japanese and the United States combined. This number made everyone feel at ease and calmed down a lot.

   Yang Dong repeated his analysis just now, and then asked: "Does anyone speak Japanese or English? We need to communicate with those international friends, and let's find an exit together."

   This is stumbling for everyone. Huaxia exam-oriented education places more emphasis on writing than application. It is trivial to use a paper to do it, but if you want to say it, I am afraid there is still a lack of enthusiasm.

   "I can speak English, so it's no problem to talk to them." A young man in a three-piece suit and vest stood up.

   Yang Dong breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, someone can speak English. Japan has always attached great importance to English teaching, and many daily expressions have been transliterated from English. As long as this person can speak English well, he should be able to communicate with those Japanese and the United States.

   "Your surname?" Yang Dong eagerly reached out and shook hands with the young man, asking.

   "Your surname is Ai, Ai Yingying." The young man returned a polite smile.

  Shan Yun pouted and said to Doudou: "Look, I said, how can patriotic people learn foreign languages, it doesn't exist."

   "Yes." Doudou nodded vigorously, agreeing.