What Luo Jian didn't know was that the moment he left the secret room, sea water rushed into the cabin, and the hunter closed his eyes in the icy sea water, waiting for the feeling of suffocation to submerge him, waiting for another rebirth .
Luo Jian was awakened by the cold and slippery feeling on his wrist. He opened his eyes blankly, raised his hand, and saw a small snake with black background and white stripes tightly wrapped around his wrist. From time to time, it wriggled its lower body and shook the tip of its tail. Waking up and seeing a snake crawling all over your body is a horrible feeling.
Luo Jian instinctively trembled from fright, and immediately wanted to pull the snake off his wrist, but pulled the little snake's tail, Luo Jian gave up this action again, and the snake almost saved his life , indeed pulled Luo Jian back from the gate of hell, for which Luo Jian was grateful.
Moreover, when Luo Jian looked at it, somehow he could think of the stalker. He remembered his expression when he wrapped the little snake around his wrist, very serious, and his beautiful eyes were full of tenderness.
Luo Jian suddenly felt a strange tremor in his heart. He got up from the bed and found that he was still wearing the clothes he fell asleep in, and the saber was well put in the scabbard, without moving at all.
But there was one more thing beside the pillow. Luo Jian frowned, and reached out to take the notebook next to the pillow in his hand. It was the murderer's English notes that he found on the ghost ship. It was rusty and rough to the touch. Luo Jian remembered that this notebook had been He put it in his pocket, but he didn't expect to be able to bring it out of the secret room.
Boss said that the various props in the secret room are generally unable to be brought out, except for some special items. Of course, you can hardly see any difference from the surface of the special items. No one will tell you which items can be taken out of the secret room and which ones cannot. At this time, it depends on luck and intuition.
Special items have special effects, and you need to explore the specific functions, and special items can be traded with other players. Some things you don’t need can be sold to others in exchange for what you need. This is a secret room transaction. field.
Luo Jian opened the notebook, and it was in a mess of unintelligible English as always. Luo Jian shook her head helplessly, threw the notebook on the desk, got up and went to the kitchen to pour water, and then saw it on the refrigerator as expected A new note, written in a pen on the note: [Dear Mr. Luo Jian:] [Congratulations on overcoming difficulties and returning to reality again. Your great strength and wisdom have proved your worth. You already have The qualification is called 'senior'. Now, go and reap the rewards you deserve! Your prize is in your closet.][PS: Pay attention to the time, don't forget the agreement in ten days.][The above, good luck. ] Luo Jian threw away the note, walked back to the bedroom and opened the closet, glanced at the many clothes, and sneered: "Is equipment after weapons?"
There is an extra set of clothes in the closet that should not appear, and it is amazing that this suit is somewhat similar to the black combat uniform of the stalker, but the color is dark blue and black. The long coat with a hood, trousers and even There were also boots and tactical gloves, and the buttons on the waistband matched Rojen's weapon to allow the scabbard to hang easily. The clothes also have a lot of pockets, just enough to hold a lot of things.
Luo Jian pulled the fabric of the clothes, it felt very strong, warm, and not easy to break, or... this set of clothes will be like a person, when leaving the secret room and returning to reality, no matter how tattered it is, it will automatically recover
While Luo Jian was still struggling with his equipment, his mobile phone on the table rang. When he brought it to see that it was Feng Yulan calling, he felt relieved. When he escaped from the secret room, he clearly remembered that he dragged Alan to swim out together, but even so, Luo Jian couldn't help feeling uneasy in his heart. At this moment, the phone call proved that Feng Yulan was fine, and the burden in his heart was immediately relieved.
"Alan, are you okay? Where are you?" Luo Jian looked at the sky outside, it was early morning, and the sky had just dawned.
"I'm still in the hospital." Feng Yulan on the other end of the phone began to pour bitterness on Luo Jian with a crying sound: "As soon as I came back, I found that the wound on my waist had returned. It hurts so much!"
Luo Jian smiled silently: "Be good, lie down first, I will go to the hospital to see you later, and bring breakfast by the way, what do you want to eat?"
"Ah Jian, are we really back?" Feng Yulan seemed to be unsure of her return, and asked Luo Jian repeatedly.
"You are stupid, isn't the wound hurting? Isn't that enough to prove that you are back?"
Feng Yulan over there seemed to take a deep breath, and replied: "Then I'll hang up, the nurse is making rounds, you must come here!"
"Ah! Wait a minute." Luo Jian stopped Feng Yulan's movements and said, "Pay attention to the conspicuous places around you. Is there any note? Newcomers have weapons rewards for the first match, look for them."
After explaining to Feng Yulan and hanging up the phone, Luo Jian lay relaxed on the bed. After a while, he got up and tried on the suit. The suit fit very well, it was tailor-made, and there was no discomfort in wearing it. Luo Jian wore clothes like a treasure and wandered around her room for a few times, and took a few handsome photos. Then she changed into the clothes she usually wears, specially picked out a long-sleeved one, and covered the little snake tail on her arm. Live, and then go out happily.
On the other side, Feng Yulan also found the stamped note from her hospital bed card: [Dear Mr. Feng Yulan;] [The thrilling novice trial has passed, you have gained a precious partner, and got The rewards you should have are placed in the bedside cabinet of your hospital bed. You can choose to have them or give them up, but this will affect your survival rate, so please choose carefully.][PS: The night after the next appointment is ten days later, please stay calm and sleep in a good state.][The above, good luck.]Feng Yulan finished reading the note, bent down to turn over his bedside table, this action woke up his clinical patient, the snoring uncle turned over and fell asleep again, but Feng Yulan was shocked Covered in cold sweat, he had just escaped from the secret room, but he hadn't escaped from his instinctive vigilance state, and even the slightest disturbance could make Feng Yulan feel like he was in danger.
So Feng Yulan opened the bedside table tremblingly and cautiously, and found that there was an extra item in it that shouldn't exist... It turned out to be a book!
How could it be a book? Didn't Ah Jian say it was a weapon? Feng Yulan was baffled, picked up the book and put it in his hands, this book is super thick, like two Xinhua dictionaries stacked, not only thick but also very wide, like a big encyclopedia! Logically speaking, such a big book should also be very heavy, but when Feng Yulan held it in his hand, he was surprised to find that the book was unusually light, as if he held it in his own hand. Like taking something, it is not much heavier than a feather.
The book was packed in thick leather, and the cover was gray-blue without any patterns or fonts. Feng Yulan turned to the first page, and then found depressed that he couldn't understand the contents of the book!
In fact, it’s not that he can’t understand, it’s just that Feng Yulan doesn’t know how to describe it. The font on this book is not any language that Feng Yulan has learned, but he can understand the words on it, but only understand Feng Yulan didn't understand a single word, but when these words were combined together, Feng Yulan didn't understand it at all. It felt like reading a heavenly book, which made Feng Yulan full of awe in his heart, but he couldn't stop complaining in his mouth.
"Why should my weapon be a book?"
Then Feng Yulan remembered the time he used the logbook to shoot the monster flying. Could it be because of this that the weapon given to him by the secret room was a book? What can this book do? Continue to shoot flying monsters like before? It's not typical to cheat him!
Feng Yulan was really depressed. She read the book over and over again. The words in this book were distorted one by one. It looked like it was handwritten. It filled the whole book densely, from the beginning to the end. Feng Yulan kept flipping through this type of font until she turned to the last page, and finally saw something different.
At the end of the last page, it is written in pure Chinese italics: [This article is dedicated to you, the most pure successor of the magic text, Mr. Feng Yulan.][The way to conclude a contract requires you to water it with blood. ] "What do you mean?" Feng Yulan looked at the two sentences repeatedly, and he was confused. What is the successor of the magic text? Shenma signed a contract again, and it still needs to be watered with blood? Could it be the legendary confession of blood
etc? A blood confession
Feng Yulan thought of something, took a fruit knife from the bedside table next to her, cut a small cut on her index finger, blood dripped out, and Feng Yulan wiped it on the page in pain. In fact, he originally wanted to use the blood from the wound on his waist. After all, it was ready-made, so he didn't need to cut himself again, but the wound was wrapped in gauze, and the nurse would find out if he removed the gauze without permission. dripping scolding.
So in order not to be scolded by the nurse crush, Feng Yulan had no choice but to cut her fingers in pain. However, I smeared the blood on the pages of the book, and watched the pages absorb the blood like a sponge, but I didn't see any changes in the book. Still don't understand.
"Trick me!" Feng Yulan raised her middle finger and made a contemptuous gesture towards the magic document.
It's just that when he finished making this gesture, a strange thing happened, the book suddenly separated from Feng Yulan's hand automatically, and floated up, floating a few centimeters above Feng Yulan's palm, and the pages of the book were still miraculous. Turn pages automatically! Feng Yulan saw that the distorted fonts on the book seemed to come alive, shaking on the paper as if they had life! In the end, these fonts were combined one by one to form a sentence on the page, not Chinese or English, not any language Feng Yulan had studied, but he understood this sentence:[I didn't cheat you!]Feng Yulan looked at this sentence, his expression suddenly became stiff.