There was torrential rain and thunder, and there were two worlds inside and outside the broken glass door of the deep apartment.
Rong Chuan lay upside down in the muddy sludge, raining all over his body, and the broken water drops covered his horrified face. He held the half rattle in one hand, and his elbow was on the ground. A long hand stretched in the air, so wet by the rain, but he couldn't catch anything!
John was frozen in place as if he was struck by lightning. He stared at the time on his watch with his eyebrows, Kong Wu's body began to tremble as he witnessed what had happened.
Lou Yun was even more unbearable. She once tried to take Rong Chuan's collapsed body but failed. She was also planted in the mud. She was holding half of Rong Chuan's body with her hair close to her forehead, incredibly Looking at the scene inside the building.
In the dark night, a flash of lightning illuminates the faces of the three of them, and also shines into the exposed hall of the apartment!
Song Zhuoming felt that the world was beginning to become lighter. He had never felt so lighthearted. He slowly closed his eyes. Rong Chuan, who was separated by a door, watched his face dull, and finally drew the two together little by little. One arm was raised, as if opening his arms to welcome the arrival of death.
The white light suddenly appeared, like a beam of light completely surrounding Song Zhuoming's thin body. The traces of his existence were slowly flooded by the light, until the white light was so full that the boy disappeared.
Disappeared in the same place, before the eyes of the three executors!
Rong Chuan's face began to tremble. He clenched the half rattle tightly, struggling on the ground as if he was about to get up, but the smooth mud interrupted his actions several times. He wanted to be before the incident. Bring Song Zhuoming back, but he can't do it!
Lou Yun desperately prevented Rong Chuan's behavior and struggle, yelling loudly: "You can't save him, he is dead! He is dead!"
John watched the play for a long time, and finally healed from the consternation, and slowly stepped through the mud pit to help Rong Chuan's body from the ground: "He has decided to die, and he didn't want to go back alive this time!"
"But he's only fifteen years old..." Rong Chuan didn't have any feelings for Song Zhuoming, he just didn't want to believe that such a simple and pure boy was dragged into a mortal situation by the newspaper!
"Life is really cheap..." John's blue eyes looked at the empty scene in the apartment, and he sighed slightly, "But we people still have to live!"
Outside of the Shenshen apartment is the outskirts of Xicheng District. Under such weather and the remoteness of the location, the three executors could not see any passing vehicles at all. They supported each other in the night and walked in heavy rain.
Rong Chuan slowly took out the half of the rattle hidden under his clothes, slightly blocking the raindrops and carefully examined it.
The rattle, this kind of thing is rare now, it is hardly to find it deliberately and it is impossible to find it in any store, and this rattle is no different from ordinary products.
This is a rattle that was tightly stitched into two halves from the middle, and the half in Rong Chuan's hands belonged to the left half.
However, it seems to have been split for a long time. The wooden handle should be made of bamboo, and there are no wood thorns. It has been used for a long time and it has been colored and shiny, like a patina. The vermilion paint is very Sturdy, a somewhat old rattle at this age, without any fading or paint peeling.
The skin of the drum that is nailed to the body of the drum feels comfortable to the fingertips. It should be made of some kind of livestock leather, especially even if the middle is open, there is no slack in the drum skin. , Still tight, perhaps this is why it is half less, but still able to make a crisp sound.
However, Rong Chuan was a little suspicious looking at this situation, because even if the drum head was tight and without closing, he would never make a banging sound. He would always become weak and dull, and he shouldn’t have that strong penetration. force.
But thinking of the incredible ability of this half rattle, he didn't have to think under normal thinking, after all, it should belong to evil spirits, not humans.
A slender red thread twisted into a small twist was tied to one side, and the black and shiny projectile was tied to the other end of the rope, hanging loosely under his hand at this moment, touching Rong Chuan's fingertips a little bit coolly.
This is an extremely common rattle, which looks a little strange on the surface, but it's just because it's only half!
It is hard for Rong Chuan to imagine that this half-simple rattle will have the terrifying ability to affect the existence of reality. With the heart of Fu Ling, he stretched a corner of his clothes and completely covered the palm of his hand, and he began to turn...
Boom boom boom... boom boom boom...
The voice is still so crisp and clear, and in the torrential rain night, it seems very subtle and incongruous, not only the other two of him, but also at this moment put up ears to prepare, always vigilant Around.
Rong Chuan turned his rattle without rhythm, listening to the wonderful sound, he couldn't help but look up to the sky. Under the broken sky, a thunder came crashing due to lightning, but this time, he was under the sound of the rattle. , Did not see or hear the disappearance of thunder and sudden stop!
"Why is it not easy to use?" Lou Yun wiped the cold rain off his face, wrapped his clothes tightly, somewhat unable to withstand the night chill.
John watched Rong Chuan's actions from time to time, and Rong Chuan was also full of suspicion. He was a little worried that Song Zhuoming's life exchanged the object, could it really not be used by the executor
Rong Chuan didn't believe in evil. He gritted his teeth and looked at the flying rain again, turning the rattle in his palm again, but this time there was still no change, as if the rattle in his palm had been changed to the ordinary one!
"Song Zhuoming got his life back, is this useless thing?" Lou Yun's interest began to disappear gradually, her cheeks licked twice, and she whispered softly.
"It shouldn't be like this..." John frowned and said.
"Yes! We should be using the wrong method..." Rong Chuan slowly said, looking at the rattle in his palm, "Perhaps this is something that belongs to the deep apartment, and it can only be used within the scope of the apartment..."
John glanced at him, his eyes began to flicker, he gritted his teeth, but there was no word yet.
After a while, Rong Chuan put the rattle back in his pocket and stored it properly. Then he took out a piece of cloth dampened by rain and said to John: "On the way just now, you have recorded Song Zhuoming's record of '7 to 7'. Have you recorded all the symbol information of the first household on the 13th floor?"
John nodded, somewhat reticent, "I have already written it down, but he tied the cloth strip to the wooden handle of the rattle, and it was soaked in water for the first time. The words on the 7th to 9th floors were a little blurry. , I can barely identify, but I'm not sure if it is accurate..."
Rong Chuan sighed again when he heard this. He recalled the accident that had happened just now, and he couldn't help but shook his head: "The information we have on this trip is not too small. There are 3 to 13 levels of symbolic information, although there are three. There is a mistake at the level, but there may be a remedy..."
Having said that, he paused, and said anxiously: "I am still worried about the disappearing fourth floor..."
Speaking of this, a panic appeared on Lou Yun’s face again. She had just recovered from the thrill, and now she mentioned it again. She was stunned in her expression but did not disperse: "The fourth floor has disappeared. It is reasonable. It is said that the above floors should be incremented by one, but the record on Song Zhuoming's cloth strip has not changed at all!"
Rong Chuan couldn't help but his expression moved. He shook his drowsy brain and wiped the rain off his face: "This is the most terrifying thing. From now on, things seem to have undergone an unknown change: the fourth layer has disappeared. , What we saw on the above floors just now did add one in turn, but Song Zhuoming’s record hasn’t changed. I’m not sure whether we witnessed the difference, or what was going on..."
The paradox seems to have been established. From the outside, the Shenshen apartment still has eighteen floors, but after the executor is in the building, he finds that the number of floors above has not changed, nor is it incremented by one.
The fourth layer disappeared, but it was not filled, but there are still eighteen layers...
Rong Chuan doesn’t believe it if it’s just a simple blinding technique. If the level of this mission is normal, it might still fit this conjecture, but this is an insoluble level, and the evil spirit’s ability will never use such ordinary means. Then this kind of incomprehensible thing happened, but it has completely exceeded the original human thinking logic.
Thinking of this, Rong Chuan slowly raised his head and looked at the silent John. He asked distressedly: "Why are you so quiet? Do you have any guesses?"
Lou Yun's gaze followed these words to John, as if he didn't understand why John is so silent now.
And John sighed slowly, he raised his head a little bit, stopped, and stood in the wind and rain staring at the two.
His abnormal state made Rong Chuan a little puzzled, and stopped with Lou Yun. They seemed to be able to feel that John seemed to have something on his mind...
"What did you think of?"
When John heard the question, he looked at Rong Chuan with his blue eyes, and finally landed on his waist, where the rattle was kept...
"Do you really want to return the rattle to Xu Lang?"
As soon as this remark came out, the matter was interrupted, and instead created an alternative problem and idea. This idea had to be admitted to be very sinister and somewhat unfair, but this was what John thought about all the way, which also tortured him. for a long time!
There is only one reason, he wants to live!
Especially after the death of Cheng Guoguo, he regretted that he went to Shanghai to search for his missing father. Not only did he learn that his father died in a foreign country, but he was dragged into hell. He has a deeper obsession, and for this he can abandon his usual faith!
Rong Chuan had never thought about the ownership of the rattle. In his opinion, it was Song Zhuoming's life in exchange for the object at the moment of desperation, and he pointed out that they should be handed over to Xu Lang. How could they hide it without conscience
"What the hell do you mean!" Rong Chuan couldn't believe his ears, because he knew John's character was pure...
On the contrary, Lou Yun's eyes were shining at this moment. She hadn't really thought about the problem like this. John's words seemed to have been clearly stated. In turn, this sentence is not to give Xu Lang the rattle!
"Yes! This rattle is absolutely crucial to this mission, especially the abilities attached to it, maybe... maybe it can help us through this unsolvable mission!"
Rong Chuan seemed to suddenly not know these two people. He glanced left and right, unable to hide the panic in his eyes: "You..."
John interrupted Rong Chuan's words, he leaned forward, his eyes full of struggle, but then turned into firmness!
"I know, this is Song Zhuoming's life in exchange, he entered the mission three days ahead of time for this thing, but this way, he must be dead too! Perhaps he is dead now at this moment! No one knows the existence of the rattle. , And no one knows what it does. Lou Yun is right. If we get it, maybe we can really get a glimmer of life without a solution!"
"You are crazy! You are really crazy!" Rong Chuan looked at John and Lou Yun's eyes shining, and the vicious thoughts were exposed, and he took two steps backwards.
"Teacher! Can't you understand the situation? We are helpless and helpless. The three of us are teammates. Xu Lang and Yan Yan are strong, but they are also humans, and they will never take care of us in the task. We can It's only on himself!" Lou Yun seemed to have reached the point of the matter, persuading Rong Chuan to join their ideas, drawing the three into a whole, and using the special effect of the rattle to survive!
Rong Chuan is also a human being, and he wants to live too. This idea suddenly appeared in his mind. At a certain moment, he even thought that John and Lou Yun's words really had some truth.
But when he realized this, he started an unprecedented panic. The education and living environment he had experienced did not support him to do such a thing. He had never had such selfish thoughts in a newspaper before.
"Teacher, this is an unsolvable task! Song Zhuoming is immortal now, and will definitely not live for three days. No one knows the existence of the rattle, and no one can know our approach!"
Lou Yun's voice, her words like a seed, resounded again when Rong Chuan regained his sanity, his brain seemed to be divided into two thoughts.
One party persuaded him that once he did this, he would completely fall into the human trap of the newspaper. Everything he had in the past would be lost, and even his beliefs as a person would collapse;
However, the voice of the other party possesses a more inductive magic. God knows and knows, except for the three of them, no one knows. As long as the rattle is hidden, it is likely that they will increase their survival rate by one more in the unsolvable mission. Grade!
correct…
Xu Lang and Yan Yan’s style of doing things has long understood that they don’t care about the life and death of people like them when entering the mission. Now the rattle is in his hands, and how to deal with it is not based on a word of him...
But this is Song Zhuoming's life in exchange for the key thing to give to Xu Lang. Once they hide, what is the difference between them and entrap a life for gain...
But no one knows these things. Only he knows his sinisterness and selfishness. He will never see the sun. He can still live on wearing that mask. He is a good man in the newspaper.
The torrential rain is getting heavier and louder, and under the rumbling of the wind, the evil of human nature begins to slowly recover. The remaining and rare good is being swallowed little by little, like the only light left in the night is gradually dying out under high pressure... (End of this chapter) )