Feng Yulan felt very thirsty, he was woken up by the dry feeling in his throat. His last memory stays at the night in the hospital. Since his injury improved, he no longer lived in a single ward, but was sent to a multi-person ward by his short and fat attending physician. The next bed was a sleeping man who kept snoring. Uncle, Feng Yulan was always awakened by his snoring in countless nights.
But this time, Feng Yulan felt that he fell asleep quickly, and fell into a deep sleep all at once, and the snoring of the clinical uncle could not stop him from drowsiness. Then, Feng Yulan had an absurd dream. In the dream, a clown with colorful clown makeup was dancing, laughing and dancing. , It feels like the witch in western mythology, who is stirring the cauldron and laughing grinningly. The harsh and sharp laughter makes Feng Yulan's whole dream become bizarre and full of fear.
Then Feng Yulan woke up, and when she woke up, she felt her mouth was very dry and thirsty.
Then he found that the environment he was in was a bit wrong. This was not a hospital. There were no white beds, no snoring patients, no bottle holders and condolence flowers. Everything seemed so unnatural and eerie.
Feng Yulan found herself in a very, very, very small, closed environment, so dark that she couldn't see her fingers! How cramped is this space? To put it bluntly, it feels like being put into a coffin, which is the kind of coffin specially used for children who died young. It is only half the size of an adult. Posture in the womb.
After confirming the environment she was in, Feng Yulan thought for a moment that she was still dreaming, that she was still in a dream, and had a dream even more absurd than a clown. Then Feng Yulan realized that this was not a dream, he could feel the pain after he pinched his face hard.
"Maybe someone made a joke on me." Feng Yulan said to herself, then raised her voice a little, and said loudly: "Hey! Outside, let me out quickly, I'm still a wounded person!"
There was no response from outside.
It was very quiet, after Feng Yulan closed her mouth and didn't make any sound, Feng Yulan was able to experience the feeling of silence even more, the silence like death, without any sound, only the sound of her own breathing could be heard, Hear the faster and faster heartbeat.
Feng Yulan experienced the layer of panic that gradually surged up in his heart, he took a deep breath, and silently repeated to himself: "Calm down, calm down, Feng Yulan, this isn't too bad, it's better than being stabbed I feel much better, it hurts when I was stabbed, I almost died... just... "
Feng Yulan's soliloquy stopped abruptly, he paused, stretched out his hand awkwardly, and touched his lower back with some difficulty in the small and dark environment, when he was attacked in the street, the murderer It was stabbing him in the back with a knife, stabbing his lower back, rubbing his internal organs and piercing his intestinal tract, making him almost unable to see the sun tomorrow.
That wound was aching every day, Feng Yulan could only lie on his side or flat on his stomach when sleeping, the pain from the wound kept torturing his nerves, every time he relaxed, the pain would make him even more wide awake.
But now, the wound is gone!
Feng Yulan opened his eyes incredulously, even though he couldn't see anything in the dark. But the fingers touched the smooth skin, the smooth skin without any wounds, Feng Yulan put her hands on her waist, she was dull for a long time, her mind was a little confused, and it took a long time to wonder: how come? thing
It is impossible for a knife wound of that degree to heal after lying in the hospital for a few days. The doctor said that he would have to stay in the hospital for at least half a month, but now the wound is gone, as if it had never appeared on him before. Same, clean without leaving any scars!
"I must still be dreaming!" Feng Yulan firmly believed that this was impossible, he closed his eyes and urged himself, "Wake up!"
But the bad dream did not wake up, Feng Yulan still stayed in this dark and narrow place, so narrow that it was extremely difficult for him to even turn around.
"I'm not dead and put into a coffin, am I?" Feng Yulan was frightened by her own thoughts, and then said angrily: "Even if I died, I wouldn't be so stingy, even a coffin Give me a 50% discount too! It’s not flat to lie down in such a narrow place, it’s so depraved in the world!”
Feng Yulan was amused by himself, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an optimistic manner, but the narrow space made him irritable, writhing around, hitting the surrounding wooden boards vigorously with his elbows, and then, he felt of a thing.
A thin stick-like thing could not be seen because of the pitch black, Feng Yulan could only touch it with his hands, the stick felt smooth and elastic. When Feng Yulan touched it, something flashed through his mind, and suddenly he broke the stick vigorously, and soon, a blue gleam lit up in this small environment.
"A... fluorescent stick." Feng Yulan looked at the stick in his hand. This fluorescent stick is a little bigger, and the light is also bigger. He held the fluorescent stick to illuminate the environment he was in. Although he didn't know if he was really in the coffin, it was indeed a narrow place, as if It's a rectangular, thick wooden box.
And soon, Feng Yulan discovered another thing in this alley besides the light sticks.
The note pinned to Feng Yulan in front of him was facing his face, and he could see it clearly by holding up the fluorescent stick. It was a piece of paper with a purple pattern printed on it, and there was neat pen writing on it, and it was written word by word: [Dear Mr. Feng Yulan:] [You are very lucky to have received my invitation, welcome to the secret room.][You must feel uneasy or afraid of the environment you are in, but there is no time to be afraid. There are more important things waiting for you to do now. Please leave this small place where you are trapped within an hour. Being tightly sealed means you don't have much oxygen to consume, which also means you can potentially suffocate.][Of course you can choose to do nothing, your companion may save you, or he may not come.][In order not to create a new secret room murder case, I will give you a hint:][First, without tools, human beings use their hands to create miracles.][Second, the box that trapped you is now placed at the bottom of countless boxes.][Third, this is not a joke.][Above, the reminder is over, I wish you good luck!]
After reading the note, Feng Yulan's first reaction was to scold her! I want to severely curse the person who wrote this note... His ancestors have eighteen generations! But then Feng Yulan suppressed his irrational thoughts, he knew it was impossible, no matter who this person was or what purpose he was trapped here, but the sentence written on the note was right, he The most important thing right now is to get out of this damn box!
But how to get out
Feng Yulan searched all the corners of the box, and there was only one fluorescent stick... yes, only one fluorescent stick.
The box felt very thick, Feng Yulan knocked it hard and felt the box tremble, then he thought of the reminder on the note, the box that trapped him was at the bottom of countless boxes, that is to say, the top of his head is now There are a lot of the same or different boxes piled up. If you open it from the top, the end will be terrible, and the floor below is impossible. All that's left is front, back, left, and right.
Without any tools, the only way Feng Yulan could think of to open the box from the inside was to use her own body, press her back against the upper side, step on the opposite side with her feet bent, and forcibly support the box. break.
But this box made Feng Yulan feel extremely painful, because it was rectangular, and the distance between the left and right sides was too narrow. In the short state, he can't straighten his feet, but he can't bend them too much, and the force is not enough, and he doesn't have enough strength to break the box.
"It's really bad!" Feng Yulan said in pain after tossing for a long time.
On the other side, Luo Jian was also in a predicament. After he opened that weird door, the thing that kept bumping behind the door suddenly rushed towards him! The dim light in Luo Jian's hand didn't even have time to illuminate what it was, when he felt a black shadow attacking him, the danger was approaching!
Luo Jian kicked instinctively, and kicked the thing that was rushing towards him away fiercely! The black figure seemed to let out a sharp cry of pain, and disappeared into the darkness in a flash after being kicked away by Luo Jian. Luo Jian took a deep breath, then took the short knife clenched in his mouth, stepped back vigilantly against the wall behind him, raised the oil lamp, raised all vigilance, and observed the surrounding environment.
Luo Jian had a premonition, he felt that the thing was still spying on him in the dark, ready to pounce on Luo Jian and give Luo Jian a fatal blow at any time. What the hell is that? Luo Jian no longer wants to think about it anymore. The boss said that it is not surprising that any kind of monster appears in the secret room. Maybe it is a zombie in Resident Evil? Or zombies? Or monsters in some science fiction films, aliens? Even Sadako in ghost movies
"It would be too tragic if Sadako appeared." Luo Jian said to himself and shook his head: "Fortunately, there is no TV here."
But since it is a ghost ship, it should be a ghost, or at least a zombie-like dark creature. While thinking, Luo Jian tried to stay vigilant. He knew that his hands were still shaking, and he could hardly hold the knife in his hand. Luo Jian knew that in his life, there was nothing worse than this.