Almost after arriving in Room 1, he fell asleep without a word, time passed quickly, and when he woke up leisurely, he found that he was already lying in the corner, with a backpack under his head and clothes covered by his body.
And through the dim light, he could see Song Zhuoyan, sitting at his feet, always alert to the surroundings.
"Zhuo Yan..."
Song Zhuoming's mind was a little heavy, and he estimated the time he slept for a long time. He climbed up with difficulty, but felt that the pain on his body was even more intense.
His whole body was sour and itchy, and as his body struggled, the pain came along with the tide, and he couldn't help grinning.
When Song Zhuoyan saw his brother wake up, he leaned forward with some surprise, and hurriedly helped him up, "You finally woke up!"
Song Zhuoming shook his brain, "How long did I sleep?"
"It should be five or six hours, not particularly long." Song Zhuoyan looked at Song Zhuoming, a trace of regret flashed through his eyes. He checked the injuries on Song Zhuoming's body while he was sleeping.
Almost no place is good, it's all blue and purple, especially the blood on the waist is dirty, mixed with sweat and tightly attached to the clothes, he wants to clean it but is afraid of awakening Song Zhuoming.
"Brother, if your injury is not cleaned up, it will be infected, and it will be serious then. Now that you wake up, let's get it done with clean water, right?" Remember the URL
When Song Zhuoyan finished speaking, he was going to flip through his backpack and fetch the mineral water he had brought, but Song Zhuoming grabbed his arm and stopped him, barely showing a mild smile: "No need, I already know how to survive, these injuries It’s nothing, you can recover instantly when you return to the newspaper."
But when Song Zhuoyan turned his head, Song Zhuoming found that the circles around his eyes were red, and there were tears in his eye sockets, but he forcibly resisted letting it flow down.
"Brother, I blamed me for being useless, letting you go and test your life alone, because of this, you have become like this!"
Looking at Song Zhuoming, who is now messy and weak, Song Zhuoyan feels uneasy. He knows that his brother usually loves cleanliness the most, but now there is no clean place in his body, but he can't even change his clothes. Those wounds It's already stuck to the clothes, and it will be torn when you move it.
Song Zhuoming looked at Song Zhuoyan, as if something was blocked in his throat, sour and astringent, and he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say to comfort him.
I can only struggle to get up, wave two fists, and endure the pain in my waist, "Look, I rested for a while, these are nothing."
Song Zhuoyan looked at him and didn't say much. Instead, he took out a brand-new cigarette case and a lighter from his backpack, and handed it to Song Zhuoming's palm, "This is taken from you. I'm afraid you will sleep. It was accidentally crushed at the time. If you really feel unbearable in pain, just take one. I think Dad did the same in the past."
Song Zhuoming didn't say anything. In fact, his feelings were worse than what he showed, but after all, it was a lot better.
He opened the pack of cigarettes, took one out of it, and ignited it faintly like Xu Lang. After smoking about half a cigarette, he couldn't help feeling that his whole body began to flutter and feel extremely comfortable. .
He couldn't help taking out the cigarette again, carefully examining it, and thinking to himself that cigarettes are such a good thing that they can be so decompressed.
The fatigue and tension before, all disappeared with the gradual burning of the cigarette.
Song Zhuoyan looked at Song Zhuoming's silent look, and his eyes became more dependent. At this moment, Song Zhuoming's figure really seemed to have grown into an adult, a patron saint who could protect him and take care of him.
After smoking, Song Zhuoming was hungry, but found that apart from two bottles of mineral water in his backpack, he did not carry any food that could provide calories. He did not expect this to be the case at first, and was not prepared at all.
At this moment, Song Zhuoyan took out a sandwich from behind like a trick, and handed it to Song Zhuoming.
Song Zhuoming was a little surprised, "Zhuo Yan, you..."
"I don't go out to do things, and I want the whole sandwich to be too unreasonable, so after I took a bite, I kept it for now. I think you need him more than I do."
Song Zhuoming frowned. He did this to show that Song Zhuoming had never concealed his actions before, but he didn't have the slightest obstruction or words.
This time, he took a good look at his younger brother once again. He used to think he was an ordinary child with no thoughts, but now it seems that the sons of the Song family seem to be so unusual.
Song Zhuoyan seemed to see Song Zhuoming's thoughts, he slowly put the plate and sandwich on the ground, put his hand on the back of Song Zhuoming's hand, Song Zhuoming subconsciously wanted to pull away.
But Song Zhuoyan grabbed him, and he glanced at his younger brother in amazement, which he had never seen before.
Without the slightest bit of naughtiness and laziness, full of seriousness and seriousness, the weakness of the past has disappeared, and for the first time, I express my emotions strongly and actively, "Brother, no matter what the world is, when are we No matter where, I only treat you as my own brother, and I am also your own brother."
As time goes by, Song Zhuoming’s face becomes more and more serious. The fourth day of the mission has already arrived, and today’s actions will determine whether Xu Lang’s life will be established!
Song Zhuoming has been sitting cross-legged for a long time, Song Zhuoyan has not disturbed him during this period of time, the room No. 1 is surprisingly quiet.
Time is up!
Song Zhuoming regained his energy for a long time, and then he kept his eyes closed. He immediately opened his eyes, got up from the ground little by little, looked at Song Zhuoyan beside him, and said softly: "If things go well, tomorrow we will leave here completely. "
Song Zhuoyan nodded heavily, and also replied softly: "Everything will go well!"
Song Zhuoming took a deep breath, no longer hesitating, and walked in the direction of the north wall.
While Room One gradually became quieter, Song Zhuoyan listened to the footsteps of his brother leaving, kneeling on the ground, facing the wall with an expression of reverence, folded his hands together, and muttered: "If there is a god, please Bless my brother can return successfully, Aunt Wen, far and far away, please wish your son, live... live..."
Song Zhuoming didn't know Song Zhuoyan's actions, but he knew that Song Zhuoyan today was very different, perhaps because he grew up or he didn't want to hide it anymore.
Through what he said and what he said, he could feel that Song Zhuoyan was not an innocent young man, and he also hid some secrets, and this secret was related to Song Zhuoming.
Song Zhuoming's heart was a little messy, and he shook his head. Now the most important thing is the next action.
In fact, he had already made preparations on his way back long ago. In Yu Hanhan's room No. 4, there was an excellent hiding place, which he had already found.
Leaving early was just to be afraid that Yu Hanhan might have something wrong. After all, this woman had been frightened and desperate, and it was difficult to control it.
Song Zhuoming passed room two, He Xiao had stopped digging, but he could see that the south wall opening of his room had been gradually enlarged. He Xiao could go in and out freely if he wanted to come in for a long time.
Song Zhuoming snorted, did not choose to be alarmed, but continued to walk down. When passing by room three, he felt a little strange in his heart. Li Kaifeng, a new substitute, was playing with a deck of cards in the room.
Song Zhuoming couldn't think of this kind of scene even playing cards on his own. In fact, no normal person would carry playing cards in the task.
But Li Kaifeng did just that, and when he saw Song Zhuoming passing by the room, he raised his head and greeted him warmly, but immediately lowered his head, as if Song Zhuoming's appearance not only did not surprise him, on the contrary, it was not as good as the poker in his hand. important.
This made Song Zhuoming have a deeper level of suspicion about Li Kaifeng. At least this is not an ordinary newcomer, and his psychological quality is already abnormal.
Going further, Song Zhuoming's mentality changed a little, and room four arrived.
Yu Hanhan is still the same, with a soul out of the body, it seems that he is already stupid, with disheveled hair, and has no indication of Song Zhuoming's arrival.
A pair of hollow eyes kept staring at a certain part of the room without moving.
Song Zhuoming followed the position of her gaze and looked at it. There was the entrance to the downstream, thinking that one after another corpse and the long-term loneliness environment caused her mind to collapse completely.
But seeing Song Zhuoming's heart was relieved, most of the crazy people would not be so quiet, and Yu Hanhan's state of affairs saved him a lot of effort.
Room 4 is the same as the other rooms, except that the lighting in this room should be a bit brighter, but similar, but there is no difference, because according to Song Zhuoming’s experience yesterday, when the evil spirit enters the room to kill, the light bulb will follow. The explosion.
And Song Zhuoming had chosen an excellent location long ago, on the side of the iron gate of the east wall!
This location can be regarded as a dead corner in a small room. When the evil spirit enters the room, the iron door will block this side. He is hidden here, not only can avoid the sight of the evil spirit, but also can detect the iron door for the first time. clue.
And when everything is properly understood, he can return within the specified time and get into the holes in the north and south walls, so that the plan is completed!
This time is two and a half minutes!
After Cao Yada’s death, Song Zhuoming already knew that evil spirits would normally only stay in the room for two to three minutes. In other words, during this time, the evil spirit’s attention was focused on killing the original room number. Within the executor.
Song Zhuoming's face was solemn, he had already taken his place in advance, squatting silently at the corner of the east wall, quietly waiting for the arrival of the evil spirits.
"Little rabbit, be good, open the door, open it quickly..."
The weird ballad was accompanied by the sound of leather shoes kicking on the ground, and the figure representing the blood and killing outside the door gradually approached until it stopped at the door.
Song Zhuoming's body shook, his spirits stunned, he couldn't help but turn his gaze to Yu Hanhan, who was still moving like a dead person.
"Her time to die is here!"
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