Luo Jian had that dream again, the one he often dreamed about. In the dream, there was always a person who couldn't see his face clearly, talking to him all the time. Luo Jian worked hard to open her eyes wide to see the other person's face clearly, and also worked hard to concentrate to hear the other person's words clearly. But all this is in vain.
It's just that I have done too many of the same dreams, and there are always such doubts in my heart, eager to get answers, eager to reach out, but my hands are empty, and you don't get anything.
Then Luo Jian woke up, just like he opened his eyes in his own bed every morning, with a little bewilderment, the first few seconds were almost blank, and soon after, he realized Something is wrong.
This is not his own bed, nor his own room.
So Luo Jian quickly got up from the bed neatly and quickly, with puzzled eyes, observing the surrounding environment vigilantly. He found himself in a dilapidated small room less than twenty square meters, the obvious old house in the 1980s, with a window and a door, and a dimly lit chandelier on the ceiling above his head, There is only a single bed and a writing desk in this small room.
The arrangement is simple to monotonous, except for the bed and table, there is no other equipment. It's just that this room seems a bit out of harmony. It seems that Luo Jian didn't notice the incongruity, so Luo Jian had to sit on the bed, stared blankly for a while, and then quickly thought of the problem The key - where is he
The last memory is that he came home from get off work as usual, took a shower after dinner, wrote the record for tomorrow's work, and then went to bed on time. His standard work and rest time like a robot has not changed for ten years, but why would he do it on the first day? When he woke up the next morning, he appeared in this inexplicable room
Luo Jian couldn't think of anything more, he just felt that the room was so small that he felt a little suffocated, he stood up and walked to the only door in the room, a deep red door made of heavy wood, The door looked very old, and there was an iron doorknob on it. Luo Jian stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob, and twisted it vigorously, but the doorknob did not move at all.
what happened? Am I locked up
Luo Jian pulled the doorknob vigorously, no matter whether it was pushed forward, backward, or even left and right, the door did not move at all, as if it had been poured into the wall by molten iron. Luo Jian was dazed again for a while, and he knocked hard on the door. He felt that there should be someone outside, so he shouted: "Hello? Is there anyone outside?! Why are you locked up here?!"
No response at all. The room was deadly quiet, Luo Jian put his ear against the door, trying to hear the sound outside, but for a long time, he couldn't even hear the sound of the breeze flowing in the air.
So Luo Jian panicked slightly, he felt chills on his back, and cold sweat came out of his forehead, he asked himself what was going on? Am I kidnapped? Got knocked out by someone and locked up here? But even if it is really a kidnapping, there must be a ransom, right? You have to ask for the phone number of your close one, so that you can call them and blackmail them, right
But nothing. No one came, and there was no sound.
Luo Jian took a deep breath, he felt that he should calm down, maybe people outside are still discussing how much ransom they want to get from him, so they won't take care of him for a while, he must be panicked too much, he just needs to wait That's it.
So Luo Jian tried hard to calm himself down, and he walked to the only window in this room, and opened the thick dark gray curtains. Sure enough, the window was sealed, and the glass was still intact. But the opening on the outside was welded shut with hard iron sheets, and the outside scenery could not be seen at all, only the iron sheets gleaming with metallic luster.
Luo Jian sighed unconsciously, and closed the curtains again, he understood that he was now in a completely secret room. It blocks all contact with the outside world, like a small animal in a cage, maybe even worse than a small animal in a cage.
Luo Jian took a step back and left from the window, but soon he turned around again, and he found a very conspicuous place in this room, that is, on the wall next to the window, which was about the same level as his eye level location, with a tack—a note.
A note with a purple pattern printed on the lower right corner.
It was densely written with very beautiful pen characters, which were obviously left for the only surviving creature in this secret room, a note for Luo Jian.
Luo Jian immediately leaned forward without pulling out the pin, and tore the note off the wall. The beautiful and neat pen writing caught his eyes, and he saw the beginning: [Dear Chosen One, Luo Mr Jane.]The first line made Luo Jian puzzled. What is the chosen one? And the other party obviously knew his name and identity, but he didn't have time to think more, so he had to continue reading: [You must be puzzled by your current situation, but unfortunately I can't tell you more, now only The most important thing you need to do is to find a way to leave this secret room within an hour, otherwise you will be wiped out. ] "What do you mean? What does it mean to be obliterated?" Luo Jian was puzzled and confused, but the word obliterated and the shocking content on the note forced him to continue to read; [In order not to create new I will give you a reminder:] [First; within an hour, it refers to the moment you wake up when you open your eyes. All the time you can use.][Second; the only way to leave this secret room is the door, don't count on the window, unless you want to die.][Third; this is not a joke.][above. Tips complete, good luck!]
There is only so much content on the note, a piece of paper is light, but Luo Jian feels that it is as heavy as a thousand catties. He takes the note and walks to the only writing desk in the room. There is indeed a circle on it. On the small alarm clock, the hour hand points to 12 o'clock, but the minute hand points to the number 8, which means that 8 minutes have passed since he woke up just now.
Leave this secret room within an hour, or you will be obliterated.
"This is clearly a joke!" Luo Jian felt that this was simply nonsense, but the word obliteration on the note made him feel uneasy. He dropped the note and walked back to the door, pushing the door again , still not moving at all, Luo Jian thought in a panic, no matter what the note says is true or not, it’s not bad to find a way to escape from here within an hour, and he really doesn’t like being locked up in such a closed room. In the space, it was too suffocating.
So Luo Jian lowered her head and observed the door again. There is a keyhole on the doorknob, indicating that it can be opened with a key. It is estimated that it was locked from the outside. If the key is hidden somewhere in this room, it is still safe. Well, if not, then Luo Jian has to think of other ways to open this door.
Luo Jian returned to the writing desk. Apart from the small round alarm clock, there were only a few randomly piled books on the desk. The book covers were very thick, but it was strange that the books were all in foreign languages. Understood, Luo Jian casually flipped through it, and found that it was of no value, so she casually put it in a corner.
The writing desk has four drawers. The top one has a keyhole. Luo Jian twitched it and found it was locked, so he gave up. He then opened the second one, and there was a black leather notebook inside. Luo Jian flipped it over. , I found that only the first few pages were written, and the back was full of blank spaces. I felt that it would not take much time, so I simply read it.
The first page reads; "My left side is the curved reflection of the dead." Luo Jian read it unconsciously as he read it. There was only such a line on this page. He subconsciously looked at his left side, and there was only one white side. The walls, but the white paint is almost gone, revealing traces of red bricks and tiles.
Luo Jian suddenly felt a chill down her spine, so she turned to the next page and continued to read: "The murderer buried the murder weapon with himself."
baffling! Luo Jian shook her head, turned to the third page, and continued to read the words to herself: "My God! God will never forgive me for what I have done... What does this mean?"
Luo Jian couldn't understand it a bit, but there were two lines written on the third page, and the second line was written at the bottom of this page, which were four shocking characters written in red pen: "I killed him! "
Luo Jian frowned, and turned to the fourth page; a blank page, the fifth page; a blank page, the sixth page; a blank page...Finally, she turned all the way to the last page, and finally saw the words again, a distorted question: " Would you like to go out?"
Then there is nothing.
"What kind of shit is this?!" Luo Jian was simply baffled, but these short sentences made him feel agitated. So he threw the notebook on the ground with a flick of his hand, and he opened the third drawer. Inside was a pair of scissors, a steel wire, and a ballpoint pen. It was open, but unfortunately Luo Jian was not.
So Luo Jian turned over the last drawer.
Inside is an awl and... a gun.
Luo Jian was dazed for a while before reaching out to take out the gun. It was quite heavy in the palm of his hand. Judging from the structural quality, it was obvious that it was not a fake or a model. This was the first time Luo Jian touched it. Seeing the gun in the real sense, this made his hand holding the gun tremble slightly. Luo Jian studied the gun for a while, and took a long time to remove the bullet clip. After a pause, he found that there was only one bullet in it.
Why are there guns? Luo Jian quickly thought of this problem. Domestic gun control is very strict, unless you are a policeman with a police license or a bodyguard with a gun license. Even if you have a gun license, you still have to get a gun license. It is a rare and strange thing, and now there is such a gun in front of Luo Jian, black, unrecognizable model, real.