The thunder still roared in the sky, as if it had shattered a rain cloud, making the rain even worse, and crackling on the glass window.
But the scene outside the window has nothing to do with Xu Lang. Everything in the world seems to have disappeared. Xu Lang only sees the shocking black words on the screen: the opportunity to find the evil spirit, the opportunity to find the evil spirit... .. .
Xu Lang's body began to tremble, and the strength of his hands holding the phone continued to deepen, so that his fingertips had turned white.
This is not scared, it is excitement! No one can understand his mood at this time.
There has been no progress in the search for 18 years. In such an ordinary early morning and rainstorm, a text message gave Xu Lang hope.
fear? Of course, he was deeply touched by seeing his mother tearing to pieces in the hands of the evil spirits, and the powerlessness of people in front of the evil spirits. But so what, because of the evil spirits, he lost his childhood, his relatives, his friends, and everything.
Xu Lang hated him, so he wanted to look for it. The obsession with verifying the existence of evil spirits has transcended fear.
Excited for a long time, Xu Lang fell into deep thought as he watched this text message. It was less than 20 words, but the information revealed was extremely complicated. It contained information that he didn't understand. The most unintelligible was the first four words.
When working as a detective, his careful and cautious way of thinking prevented him from responding rashly, but tentatively replied with one line:
"What does it mean that the time is up?"
Xu Lang quickly started a storm in his mind, "The unknown text message has three weird points: the meaning of time; he knows me well; the trail of evil spirits. This mysterious person is obviously coming to me, and he is quite familiar with me. The points in the middle make it clear what I want. And the trail of evil spirits is only a condition for me, only the meaning of time is the most important. When the time is up, is it for me or ta? URL
After a while, the mysterious person replied with a text message, "If you want to know the truth about Villa 13, go to 444 Zhongyuan Road."
Trap, but had to drill in. If he can, he would rather spend his whole life investigating the results, rather than being persecuted by others with persecution like he is now.
Xu Lang hated the feeling of being led by the nose. He put down his phone and looked at the gloomy weather outside. He put on his jacket and walked out of the house with an umbrella.
It rained all night and there was already heavy fog around.
Xu Lang understands that this decision is likely to change the trajectory of his life, because it is from one mystery to another.
There was no one on the street in the wee hours, even the breakfast shop downstairs did not open, and there were fewer taxis.
A rough car gleaming dim yellow light, coming from a distance, Xu Lang waved but the driver seemed invisible, and did not slow down, so it galloped directly in front of Xu Lang and drove into the vast fog. ,Disappear.
Standing on the side of the street with a frown, Xu Lang felt a little strange in his heart. Then within about ten minutes, four or five taxis passed by. He also ignored Xu Lang and went crazy into the fog. The speed seemed to be eager. It's like being sucked into the mist.
Xu Lang began to realize that it was abnormal, and took out his mobile phone to search for the location of No. 444, Xiazhongyuan Road, only to find that this city did not have this address at all. Thinking about it, it is even more weird. Who would use Zhongyuanjie and No. 444 for the name?
Putting back the phone, I took a cigarette case from my clothes pocket and lit one, took a long sip, and calmed down a little bit. At this time, a dilapidated taxi with no lights on slowly drove away.
Xu Lang didn't wave his hand and watched indifferently, but the driver actually parked the car directly in front of him. The uncle driver did not speak, and after opening the rear door, he sat in the driver's seat without saying a word.
The rain hasn't stopped, and the temperature is so low that it makes people shiver, but Xu Lang clearly feels through the car door that the temperature inside the car is lower, the kind of chill that penetrates into the bone marrow.
Xu Lang hesitated for a moment, and slowly climbed his hand to the door, but the phone in his right pocket shook abruptly.
Turning on the phone, a simple text message appeared in front of me, with only three words: "Don't get in the car!"
Xu Lang furrowed his brows and looked around, "It seems that they are being watched. My every move is under their control. But now the person who sent this text message and the previous one must be two groups of people. Even the opposite situation prevents me from getting on the car and going to Zhongyuan Road. Maybe it is because I am afraid I will find something? Or is it really just to help me?"
For Xu Lang, there are too few clues. Nothing can be determined at the moment. Only at No. 444 Zhongyuan Road, there may be really extremely dangerous.
At this moment, the uncle driver, who had been waiting in silence, opened his mouth to "get in the car," and the sound was like rubbing stones and glass, so sharp that it made people shudder.
Hearing this, Xu Lang smiled suddenly, no longer hesitating, stepped into the taxi, the driver did not ask, and drove into the fog.
Just after the taxi had disappeared, he sighed abruptly back to Xu Lang's original position, but he was empty to the naked eye. Listening carefully to this voice was full of resentment, viciousness, and some helplessness.
The dilapidated taxi drove fast in the fog. Without the driving lights, the driver just rushed forward, not afraid of a car accident at all. What surprised Xu Lang was that it seemed that from the time he got on the car, the car hadn't turned a corner, and there were no other cars around.
"What kind of power can do such a weird thing? Is this an evil spirit?" Xu Lang looked at the street flying backwards out of the car window, a little dazed.
I don’t know how long the car stopped in front of a wall. Xu Lang looked at the wall. I don’t know why the driver stopped here. He was about to ask. The driver spoke first. He still had that sharp tone, "Zhongyuan Road. Number 444 is here, get off."
Xu Lang frowned and looked at the driver, silent. Xu realized that Xu Lang hadn't gotten out of the car, and the driver, like a puppet, repeated mechanically: "No.444 Zhongyuan Road is here, get off. Zhongyuan Road..."
"I'm at the door, what are you hesitating?" Xu Lang made up his mind to open the door and stood in front of the wall. When he turned around, the taxi had disappeared, and he didn't even hear the sound of the car starting.
He is here to find evil spirits, and no matter how weird things are, it is taken for granted.
Xu Lang looked at the gray wall in front of him. There was nothing special about this wall, and there was no house number. There is only a black handle in the middle, which looks like this wall is a door. Unscrew the handle and an unknown world will be opened.
So Xu Lang squeezed the handle and slowly turned it down. The wall actually opened a gap, and the dazzling white light flickered from the inside, so that Xu Lang covered his eyes with his hand.
Xu Lang only felt that the world was spinning, he was in a trance for a moment, and then opened his eyes. He actually appeared in his room.
This room is no different from Xu Lang's home. Even the coffee made in the morning is still on the table, but there is no heat. Xu Lang circled the room a few times, and it was exactly the same as he remembered.
Impossible...
Xu Lang rushed out of the room and opened the door. As expected, the environment outside was no longer his original corridor.
The decoration and layout of the corridor and the family building where Xu Lang lives are completely two styles. It looks magnificent, with world-famous paintings on both sides, and there are also fans in the corridor here, which is the same as the layout of ordinary corridors. .
Xu Lang counted as he walked. There are 15 rooms on this floor, including his own. He knocked on each door, but no one answered. He had to wander around the corridor suspiciously in an attempt to find a living person to ask this. Where is it
Until the end of the corridor, I finally found the stairs. There was no way to the upper floor. Only going down. Xu Lang secretly guessed that the building was not tall. He should be on the top floor now, because there were no stairs at all.
Walking down the stairs, Xu Lang walked directly to a hall of about 150 square meters. On the white walls beside him, there were three big scarlet characters "Gui Bao". The font was bold, but the style was unique that Xu Lang did not see. Font.
There is a long sofa in each of the two rows on the left and right, with seven or eight people sitting on it. When Xu Lang walked down the stairs, everyone stared at him with incredible gazes.
Even a young girl in a white dress jumped up directly from the sofa: "Damn it, he... how did he come out from above!"
Xu Langton was puzzled, and stepped forward and asked, "Is this No. 444 Zhongyuan Road?"
A middle-aged uncle stood up and said to him sympathetically: "I'm sorry that this is not No. 444 Zhongyuan Road, as you said, but the newspaper agency."
Xu Lang turned his head and looked at the three characters "Crime News Agency" on the wall that seemed to be dripping blood, turned his head and waited calmly for the middle-aged uncle's words.
"I am the temporary captain here, He Xiao, first of all congratulations to your newcomer for being here alive..."
Xu Lang interrupted He Xiao directly: "What did you mean by coming here alive?"
He Xiao was also stunned. "Generally, newcomers are still alive after performing the novice tasks before they can be sent to the newspaper lobby and become an employee. You...", thinking of the young man in front of him who came down from the stairs. He Xiao couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment, but stared suspiciously at Xu Lang.
Several people on the sofa also began to whisper, as if refreshing their cognition.
Xu Lang looked at the people in front of him strangely, thinking that his way of playing did not conform to the rules here. Listening to He Xiao, newcomers like him should perform novice tasks before entering the newspaper, and he is directly affected by others. Introduced inside the newspaper.
He Xiao continued to speak despite his doubts:
"When you enter this newspaper, you are already under a curse. As an editor, we employees must perform terrible tasks one by one, and can complete fifteen tasks before leaving this ghost place."
Xu Lang nodded calmly. Before getting into the taxi, he knew that this must be a dangerous place, but what is the relationship between the evil spirit in the text message and the task, and immediately asked: "Then the task you mentioned. What do you mean specifically?"
He Xiao really felt that something was wrong this time. A newcomer suddenly appeared inside the newspaper, and he was so calm that there was no mood swing. He felt very different, and even the eyes of everyone on the sofa looking at Xu Lang were different.
"Editing tasks are divided into normal level, medium level and difficult level.
Every time before performing a task, report to the society to notify some employees to compulsorily participate, do not try to escape, only death will end.
To edit a task, it is necessary to organize the task experience into report materials and submit it to the newspaper office, so as to complete the task. And employees who have not completed the report and submitted it at the end of the task time will be directly obliterated by the newspaper.
In the task, the biggest crisis for employees is that they will be endlessly chased by evil spirits. No force can compete with them. They have all kinds of unimaginable abilities. People are ants in front of evil spirits, and they are as fragile as paper. . The higher the difficulty of the task, the more terrifying the evil spirit's ability. "
He Xiao said this, as if thinking of his past mission experience. He took a long breath and calmed down. Everyone on the sofa also bowed their heads, seemingly thinking of the horrible existence.
Unlike everyone present, Xu Lang's black-rimmed glasses shone brightly, and his body was tense, trembling, and he shouted in his heart: "That's it! I found it, I'm right! This world There are really evil spirits on Earth."
Xu Lang trembled with excitement, but in He Xiao's eyes it was a manifestation of fear. He felt that although this newcomer was a little strange, he was a newcomer after all. He tried to comfort him:
"Don't be so scared. The newspaper will not publish unsolvable tasks, and will restrict part of the evil spirits' actions. It will not immediately pursue and kill employees, but only when employees start dead or get key clues."
Xu Langping regained his mood, quickly digested He Xiao's information, and realized one point later: "Then we have to escape the evil spirits while editing the report. Isn't it too difficult?"
He Xiao glanced at Xu Lang in surprise, then turned his head, his gaze fell on a handsome, fair-skinned young man on the very edge of the sofa, and the man nodded indifferently.
Xu Lang also noticed the young man, with neat short hair, wearing a white shirt and trousers, and he looked very capable. His expression is always indifferent. When the people around him were in an uproar before, he also sat on the sofa and remained silent.
He Xiao turned around and explained to Xu Lang:
"Yes, I said before that the newspaper will not give us unsolvable tasks, so every task will have a way out, and sometimes there may be more than one. What we have to do is to find a way out and ensure a safe situation. Next, organize the report, verbally or mentally, submit and return to complete the task.
As for the method of organizing the report, there is no limit to the newspaper. You can write it in notes or a computer, but I recommend you to use a voice recorder. It is always faster than writing. The newspaper is not picky anyway, as long as you can complete the submission. "
Xu Lang nodded to digest the huge information, but when he heard the voice recorder, he was taken aback, because he remembered that the middle-aged man who killed his mother in Villa 13 back then was holding the voice recorder all the time!
Just as Xu Lang thought of something and was about to ask, his head began to ache sharply, as if someone was going to put something in, a cold and mechanical voice began to return to his mind:
Ordinary level editing task: Ghost House Horror
Mission time: April 13th at 20 o'clock-April 14th at 2 o'clock
Mission location: Jingming Building, 23 Chunxi Road
Task content: Enter the Jingming Building before 20 o'clock on April 13 After living for 6 hours and submitting a report, you can return to the newspaper.
Task execution employee: Xu Lang
This text appeared on the wall of the hall at the same time. When everyone saw it, all their jaws dropped. He Xiao reacted more violently and directly shouted: "This is impossible! I have never heard of anyone participating in the mission alone!!" !"
The young man who was always calm also frowned and looked at Xu Lang, who lowered his head to read the information in his brain. He thought to himself that this newcomer was very special, and even the newspapers were pioneering him. (End of this chapter)