"A heartless beast is a wonderful adjective." Luo Jian said to the clown, "The protagonist is hurt and abandoned by his beloved, so he defines the other party as a heartless beast, thinking that his (her) heart has been taken away by him or her."
The clown had just escaped from the endless darkness. He was still in shock. He could not understand Luo Jian's words. He took a look at the letter in Luo Jian's hand and asked him, "Why are you so sure? Maybe someone else the meaning of."
"Because the Chamber of Secrets only gives me so many clues, I can only think so."
Luo Jian sighed, "But the protagonist is also an idiot."
"Why is he an idiot?" The clown also grabbed the letter and read it for a long time.
"Because there is something written on the back of this letter."
The clown paused, and hastily turned the other side to look at the back of the letter. There was a string of strange addresses: Residents of the Red Gate, 4th Floor, No. 10, XXX Street. Time: 12:00 on July 14th.
"What does this mean?" The clown didn't understand the string of addresses, but he felt that there was something wrong with the addresses.
"Just tell us where the door to the Chamber of Secrets is."
As Luo Jian said, he touched another thing from the corpse. A rusty key was placed in the pants pocket of his clothes. Luo Jian took the key and observed it in his hand, and then stuffed it in in your own pocket.
"Where is the door to the chamber of secrets?" The clown was still at a loss.
"Isn't it just written in the letter?" Luo Jian said, he continued to search for something on the corpse, he got an old-fashioned analog watch from the corpse's hand, this watch is still in operation, Luo Jian looked at it The time on the watch, said, "The residents of the red door on the 4th floor of building 10, that door is there."
"But we are on the negative floor, is the red door on the fourth floor negative the exit?" The clown always felt that it was not that simple.
Luo Jian shook his head: "Of course it can't be the negative floor, we have to go up to the positive numbered floor, go to the fourth floor to open the door, because the key that this corpse got can only be his own The keys to the house."
"This is obviously impossible. We can't go to the positive floor at all. No matter how we go up, we will always go up to the first floor." The clown tried to go up before, but he couldn't go back.
"Of course you can go up, as long as it is at the right time. We can use an analogy, this strange staircase is a place similar to a different dimension space. There must be an entrance and exit in this place, and this entrance and exit is naturally the first floor. The flight of stairs to the first floor; then, what changes have taken place to make this flight of stairs the entrance to hell?"
Luo Jian waved the worn-out watch in his hand to the clown, and the time on the watch was 11:45 p.m.
The hands of the watch were ticking slowly, and Luo Jian continued: "The time written in the letter is the traditional ghost festival, the day when the gate of ghosts opens, at 12 o'clock on July 14th, when midnight arrives, the gates of ghosts open. "
"You mean, the gate of hell is open, so we can go up there?"
"The setting of this secret room should be like this." Luo Jian thought for a while, "The condition is triggered to open the ghost door during the time period when half of the three hours of the time limit have passed. If the player correctly understands the secret room at this time. With the information, players can easily find clues, walk out of the endless stairs, and escape from this secret room."
"Conversely, if the player doesn't find the clues correctly and keeps going down the stairs aimlessly, he will never get out, right?" The clown rubbed his chin: "I suppose, what if you don't know how to get out?" With the skill of summoning souls, we have to find the opened door layer by layer, and endure the harassment and attacks of various ghosts during the process. We will waste a lot of time, and we may spend almost 3 hours in the secret room. It took more than half of the time to find the door opened by the storyteller, and after entering it, you have to be trapped by the dark illusion for half a day before you can find the clues, and by that time, the three hours may have bottomed out."
"It's almost like this. According to the routine of normal players, this secret room is actually very difficult." Luo Jian said, he couldn't help scratching his head: "But my joining seems to make all this easier." It's oversimplified, and hopefully it doesn't end badly."
"It's really too simple. When I met you, I went all the way to the end. This speed! It's unbelievable!" The clown exclaimed: "You must know that my escape from the secret room before must be to die or to escape. Only the skin can come out."
"If we go out too early, the secret room will find out." Luo Jian frowned and said, in fact, he has already affected the result of this secret room escape to a certain extent. Seeing the players escape from the secret room too easily and comfortably, the will of the secret room can't wait for every player to die in the secret room.
"Can't you go out too early?" The clown has no objection, "As long as you don't make a fuss and end up being unable to get out, that's fine."
Luo Jian smiled and said, "Then let's do something interesting."
I don't know if Luo Jian's words were ambiguous or if he was misunderstood, the clown suddenly blushed, although he couldn't see it on his white powdered and blood-stained cheeks, but he twisted his body embarrassedly, and directed Luo Jian said coquettishly, "I don't have any opinion on you, but you... are you really good?"
Luo Jian suddenly felt that he could no longer maintain his superficial calmness. He twitched the corners of his mouth, and the illusion weapon turned into a stick again. He continued to hit the clown hard on the head a few times, only hitting the clown all over his head. Bao, holding his head until he yelled.
"Don't play tricks anymore! I just want to try your skills!" Luo Jian shook the stick in his hand vigorously, and pointed the end of the long stick at the clown, saying: "How is your strength?" , let me see it."
"Oh? But I can't see anything, isn't it very weak?" The clown said innocently.
"Don't talk nonsense, this place is pitch black, even if you can see it, it may not be useful." Luo Jian didn't know what to think, and he said to the clown with a little deep meaning: "You can rank first on the ranking list, it seems Strength is not covered."
The clown suddenly stopped talking, he was silent for a while, and seemed to want to justify himself: "You made a mistake, it's just that I have the same name and surname."
"How can there be so many people in the world with only one name and they are all called 'Hong'? The probability is too low."
Luo Jian suddenly shook the stick in his hand, and slammed the stick towards the clown. The clown jumped up and dodged with excellent jumping ability, and jumped to the back. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and said, "Don't do this! I really can't beat you in my current state."
"That's not necessarily true." Luo Jian said. He twisted his neck and felt his current body. It was too small. Compared with an adult's body, this body was firstly too short, which caused a serious loss of vision. , and the physical strength of the body is relatively weak, and the strength is too small, which makes the body feel strangely uncoordinated. Although Luo Jian's ability will not decline, but not getting used to this body will bring some inconvenience to his battle.
But Luo Jian didn't shrink back because of this, he felt that he needed a battle to boil himself, forget those bad memories, and use blood and fighting to help him get out of the darkness in his heart. That's what Luo Jian urgently needs now, no matter what Who brought it to him, it was all from Luo Jianjian.
The clown over there had no choice but to sigh helplessly, and said aggrievedly: "Yuan children's shoes only bully me."
After he finished speaking, he touched himself for a long time before he took out a scalpel. He made a shabby gesture, but he couldn't get it right for a long time. The posture he made was like a monkey show, and it was wobbly It was shaking, and the feeling of falling down at any time made Luo Jian's eyes start to twitch. Luo Jian said: "Are you bluffing me?"
The clown over there is crying: "I really don't know how to fight!"
"Then how the hell did you survive until now?!" Luo Jian shook the Shaolin stick in his hand, and poked him with the stick.
The clown shook his body weakly, and continued to say pitifully: "To tell you the truth, the person listed on the leaderboard is indeed me, but it's not me."
Luo Jian took back the Shaolin stick, frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
"My skills... well, or my weapon is a bit strange." The clown touched his scalpel in distress, and he said painfully: "In the real world, I am an ordinary medical student, majoring in surgery. Maybe it was some surgeon on the operating table, so I wouldn't be surprised if I had a scalpel as a weapon... but..."
Luo Jian saw that he hesitated to speak, so she asked, "Is there anything strange about that knife?"
"Look! It's like this..." The clown suddenly changed his tone. He raised his scalpel and savagely aimed at his own temple, and the change came so quickly that Luo Jane was caught off guard for an instant, he had no time to stop the clown, and watched in surprise as he stabbed the knife to his head.
The blood spewed out just as Luo Jian expected, and the scene of the clown with a knife stuck in his head was unbearable to look at. Although Luo Jian was a little surprised, but thought that the clown should not be such a reckless person, so Not too surprised, he eased his emotions and waited silently.
The clown just fell to the ground with a knife stuck in his forehead. About ten minutes later, the clown quickly got up again, and when he got up, the skin on his body started to turn blue. Luo Jian lit up his ghost lamp, and seeing the appearance of the clown, the expression on the clown's face became very stiff. He slowly reached out and grabbed the knife on his head, and then he pulled it out.
"It's amazing, you're dead, but you don't seem to be dead." Luo Jian reached out and touched the clown's exposed skin, it was already cold.
"That's it, as long as I use this knife to kill myself, I won't be 'death' in the true sense, so whenever I encounter danger, when I am dying, as long as I solve myself, I can Survive," said the clown, and he tilted his neck, making a bone-cracking sound.
"And it's strange, I am very powerful in this state, sometimes I feel that my brain is occupied by another consciousness, and I feel that it is the consciousness of this weapon that swallows me, I don't know if this is good or not Bad, although it does make me stronger."
Luo Jian licked her dry lips, and said softly: "So it's because of this weapon? Don't you know the specific ability of your weapon?"
"It's a scalpel." The clown said. When he said these words, his tone was in a trance, and there was no expression on his face, as if he was simply reciting lines. "The scalpel has many functions. It can make my patients Bringing the dead back to life, similarly, it can also change some people, I can transform the human body, transform the physical fitness, transform the personality memory, transform the ability level, this is its strongest power."
"Reform...?" Luo Jian's voice became softer: "Will you transform yourself?"
"Maybe, in order to live better." The clown said mechanically.