Luo Jian didn't think too much about this gun, because he didn't know how to use it. He was afraid of this weapon, so he put the gun on the writing table solemnly and carefully, and then he picked up another gun in the drawer. One thing, that awl.
The awl is often used to repair shoes, and it can drill holes. Luo Jian took a look at it in his hand and put it on the table. He put all the things he found from the drawer on the table. However, these things don’t seem to be of much use. Maybe he can use a gun to directly blow the handle of the door, but this method is a bit dangerous. With reservations. In particular, there was only one bullet in this gun, and even if Luo Jian was not careful, Luo Jian would not have a second chance.
So he had to think of another way to open this door.
Maybe I have to see what's in this locked drawer? Luo Jian focused on the top one of the four drawers. He tried it before and it was locked, but this lock seemed to be much easier to pry than the door.
But it turned out that Luo Jian had no talent for picking locks. He used an awl, steel wire, scissors, and everything he could use, but he couldn't open that damn lock! Luo Jian was so angry that she didn't bother with the locked drawer, and tried to pry the lock on the doorknob, but it was even worse.
However, Luo Jian also found that the keyhole on this door was different from the usual ones. The key hole on this doorknob is very big, there is a small dark round hole, and the corresponding key that can open it should also be very big...
Luo Jian half-kneeled on the ground and looked in through the relatively large keyhole. Of course, he couldn't see anything. The small dark round hole made Luo Jian feel creepy. He stood up and took a step back to observe carefully again. The door, painted dark red, looked eerie in this narrow room, with an iron metal doorknob with some rust spots on it, as if someone had used the door for a long time.
This door gave Luo Jian the first feeling that it was old, but there were not many marks on the wooden door, it was smooth and clean, so he thought about it, took the awl at hand, and tried to scrape some marks on the wooden door , but something unexpected happened to Luo Jian. No matter how hard the sharp awl in his hand was, he couldn't leave any marks on the wooden door, even if it was just a scratch.
Is there some weird magic on this damned inexplicable door? Or was there some special material added that Luo Jian didn't know about
Luo Jian bit her lip and threw away the awl in her hand. This little gadget couldn't do anything for him, so Luo Jian took a step back, raised her foot and kicked the door hard! He didn't just kick it once, but switched legs and continuously attacked the door, making a continuous and strong impact sound.
But the door didn't budge. Luo Jian felt that her feet were numb.
"Fuck, fuck you!" Luo Jian finally couldn't help but swear, what the hell is it that breaks the door so strong? After tossing for so long, he didn't even have a crack. Isn't it made of wood? !
Luo Jian suddenly became excited! No! Perhaps he suddenly became frightened. The narrow and closed room was so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat clearly. Fear was like a snake that had finally woken up from hibernation for a long time in his heart. His cold and boneless body slowly slid across Luo. The apex of Jane's heart was so exciting that his teeth were trembling!
This sudden fear scared Luo Jian and made him bold. He directly copied the gun on the desk, imitating the posture of the police officer holding the gun on TV, and aimed the gun at the heavy wooden red door. But soon, Luo Jian gave up this blind, ignorant and dangerous behavior.
There was only one reason for him to give up. If the door was so strong that even bullets could not penetrate it, then in such a small room, the possibility of ricochets would be very high, and the bullets that bounced back would probably be in Luoyang. Jane made a big hole in himself, which would make him die for a ridiculous reason, and Luojian definitely didn't want that to happen to himself.
Luo Jian had no choice but to sit on the ground holding the gun. He was stunned for a while, and suddenly subconsciously looked at the alarm clock on the writing desk. The hour and minute hands were clearly marked: 12:22.
The note with the purple pattern clearly restricted him for one hour, and until now Luo Jian didn't know if it was a joke someone made on him, but if it was really a joke, it would be fine. Overshooting, Luo Jian weighed the gun in his hand, it was definitely the real thing.
Although Luo Jian has never used guns, an arms enthusiast Luo Jian knew enthusiastically introduced many collections to him, although they were all imitation and imitation abrasives, and Luo Jian did not listen carefully to the arms hobby at the time However, he still learned how to tell the difference between genuine and fake products. The loading and unloading of bullet clips, quality and weight are all completely different from imitation products.
Luo Jian hesitated for a while, then he solemnly put the pistol back on the desk, squatted on the ground and began to look for the note with purple flowers printed on it, and he threw the note on the ground after reading it. Soon he found it at the edge of the bed. Luo Jian picked it up and read the beautiful pen writing on it again. There was not much difference. He carefully observed the purple pattern printed on the lower right corner of the note. The pattern looked like Like Bianhua, also known as Manjusawa, the legendary flower of hell.
Bright red is the symbol of Manjusawa, which means blood ominous separation and death, but on this note, the red hell flower turned purple.
Bana flower.
It blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet.
Love is not causal, edge destined to death.
The meaning of this flower made Luo Jian creepy. He turned the note to look at the back of it. He was looking for this note just now to see if there was any writing on the back, because the closed room was so oppressive that he forgot the most detailed. observe.
Sure enough, there was indeed writing on the back of the note:
[In a secret room murder case in 1989, the murderer killed a person in the small apartment he rented. There were traces of blood, and the windows and doors were closed tightly, but the murder weapon and the murderer himself disappeared. ] There was only such a short sentence, but Luo Jian knew that this was the so-called clue. He raised his head and continued to carefully observe the small room he was in. This room is obviously old, the white painted walls have faded in many places, and there are large cracks, exposing red stone bricks. The window is also an old wooden window with yellow paint, and the glass is cracked and missing. The edges and corners were removed, and the iron sheet on the outside seemed to be newly stamped, and the windows were tightly sealed.
The curtains were also gray and drooping, as if they could fall down at any moment. Luo Jian sneezed when she repeatedly pulled the curtain, and the dust was heavy. He squatted down and looked under the bed again. There was also a thick layer of dust on the ground, but the bed he was lying on just now was very clean. The quilt and sheets seemed to be newly changed, clean white, and it felt like a hospital ward. Drab beds.
Luo Jian checked the bed, quilt, pillow and so on, but found nothing.
It didn't feel good to get nothing, so he focused on the things he had dug out. He checked the writing desk carefully. This desk was different from the door, and it was easy to use all kinds of sharp objects to cause damage on it. , Luo Jian glanced at the locked drawer. Since you can't treat the damn door violently, then it is always possible to treat this drawer violently, right
So Luo Jian picked up scissors, an awl, and even the ballpoint pen, desperately destroying the lock on the drawer. This lock is not the same as the lock on the door, and it looks much more fragile. Luo Jian almost locked the drawer. He picked it out from the drawer. During the period, he poked it with scissors and an awl and kicked it vigorously with his feet. He completely changed the desk, so he finally opened the damn drawer!
However, the things in the drawer really surprised Luo Jian.
"Hammer?" Luo Jian picked up the large hammer in the drawer. It looked like a very strong hammer. He weighed it. It was quite heavy.
As soon as he thought about it, he acted, Luo Jian took the hammer and smashed it on the red door without hesitation, but the result was still surprising! The sharp sound of the hammer almost caused Luo Jian to let go of his hand, but the door remained motionless, standing there quietly, separating Luo Jian from the world.
Luo Jian twitched the corner of her mouth and looked at the safe and sound door, maybe he should smash it a few more times.
But after he smashed it non-stop for more than ten times, Luo Jian almost wanted to roar! Even if the door is made of reinforced iron, it won't leave no traces, right? !
Then Luo Jian casually glanced at the dilapidated window, although the note told him not to try to get out of the window, but now he couldn't help but have such thoughts, how about trying? Maybe what was written on the note was completely deceptive, deliberately keeping people away from that window
Luo Jian walked over and opened the window, and touched the sealed iron sheet outside, there was no dust on it.
Just to be on the safe side, Luo Jian scraped the iron sheet with an awl, but the ending was the last thing he wanted to see. The iron sheet also left no traces like that doggy door, as if telling Luo Jian with facts—any violence Damage doesn't work on them.
Luo Jian only felt a layer of goosebumps coming up all over her body. The dim light in the room seemed to indicate Luo Jian's mood. Suddenly, it flickered, making the small space light up and then dark, and made Luo Jian's back appear. Dense cold sweat.
"Calm down! I want to calm down, what clues are there? Maybe there is a key hidden somewhere in this room? If the door is set so that it cannot be destroyed, then the only way to open it is the key, right! That's it. It’s like some kind of strategy game, only one path is right, I just need to find the clues!”
Luo Jian turned pale and bit her lip, and began to talk to herself:
"I searched all the corners of the room, but I didn't see the key. So where is the key? Where is the general room key? In its owner's pocket? Yes, this is indeed a good idea. Then the key of this room Who is the master?"
Luo Jian glanced down at the note, his gaze was fixed on the last line, the corpse weapon and the murderer disappeared.
"The murderer's room, the key is naturally in the hands of the murderer." Luo Jian laughed a little crazy, he knew that his mental state was abnormal, but in this damn small and closed environment, no matter how normal it was, it would not be easy go!
"As long as I solve the mystery of the secret room, I will naturally find the key and leave." Luo Jian glanced at the note once, and a cold smile surfaced: "Is that what you want to convey to me?"
The weirdest thing happened!
The moment Luo Jian finished speaking, a sentence slowly appeared in the blank space on the note: [Indeed, so I still wish you good luck. ] Luo Jian threw out the note in his hand like an electric shock, his face was as pale as if he had seen a ghost, and he didn't even dare to breathe!
He was right just now!
That sentence definitely came out of nowhere! It feels like a wonderful miracle in the hands of a magician! Turn absolutely impossible things into reality, but everyone will laugh, because they all know that magic is just a cover-up, an unpredictable trick in the blind corner of your vision that you don't pay attention to!
But in this narrow! closed! dark! In a room full of panic all day long!
Who will do magic tricks for Luo Jian
Luo Jian felt that his teeth were trembling, he didn't dare to look at the note anymore, and he couldn't help but glanced at the alarm clock on the table, the time was 12:40.
There is no time!
If she doesn't find a way to get out, Luo Jian is really likely to stay here forever!
Luo Jian was in a hurry. He picked up the hammer again, forcing himself to calm down while thinking about the murderer in this room. The clues suggest that the murderer killed a person here. Luo Jian looked around and found no bloodstains. If this room is really a murder scene, then at least when the murderer killed the victim, this room was not a secret room, because in order to clean up the murder marks and bloodstains in the room, The murderer will definitely open the door and go out, using water, mop and all possible cleaning tools.
Then after throwing the cleaning tools out, this room became a secret room. The murderer and the victim were still here, but they disappeared.
"No, they're not gone, they're still here."
Luo Jian muttered suddenly, he remembered the murderer's notebook he had seen before, and the first line on the first page read: [My left is the curved reflection of the dead.]