Luo Jian had that dream again, the one he often dreamed about. In the dream, there was always a person whose face he couldn't see clearly, and he kept talking to him. Luo Jian tried very hard to open his eyes to see the other person's face clearly, and also tried hard to concentrate to hear clearly what the other person said. But it's all in vain.
It's just that you have had the same dream too much, and there are always doubts like this in your heart. You are eager to get the answer, and you are eager to reach out, but your hands are empty and you get nothing.
Then Luo Jian woke up, just like he did when he opened his eyes in his bed every morning, a little dazed. In the first few seconds, his mind was almost blank, and soon after, he realized Something is wrong.
This is not his own bed, nor is it his own room.
So Luo Jian quickly got up from the bed neatly and quickly, observing the surrounding environment with confusion and vigilance. He found himself in a dilapidated small room of less than twenty square meters. It was an obvious old house from the 1980s, with one window and one door, and a chandelier with a dim light on the ceiling above his head. There is only a single bed and a writing desk in this small room.
The layout is simple and monotonous, with no other equipment except the bed and table. It's just that this room seemed a bit out of harmony. It seemed that Luo Jian didn't notice the incompatibility, so Luo Jian had to sit on the bed, stunned for a moment, and then quickly thought of the problem. The key - where is he?
The last memory he had was that he came home from get off work as usual, took a shower after dinner, wrote down the work notes for tomorrow, and then went to bed on time. His standard robot-like work and rest schedule had not changed for ten years, but why did he do it on the first day? When I woke up the next morning, I appeared in this inexplicable room?
Luo Jian couldn't think of anything more. He only felt that the room was very small, so small that he felt a little suffocated. He stood up and walked towards the only door in the room, a dark red door made of dark wood. The door looked very old and had an iron door handle on it. Luo Jian reached out and held the door handle and twisted it hard, but the door handle did not move at all.
what happened? Am I locked up?
Luo Jian pulled the door handle hard. No matter whether he pushed it forward or backward, or even pushed it left and right, the door would not move at all, as if it had been poured into the wall by molten iron. Luo Jian was stunned for a while again. He knocked hard on the door. He felt that there should be someone outside, so he shouted loudly:
"Hello? Is there someone outside?! Why are you locking me here?!"
No response. The room was deathly quiet. Luo Jian put his ear against the door, trying to hear the sounds outside, but for a long time, he couldn't even hear the sound of the breeze in the air.
So Luo Jian started to panic slightly. He felt a chill on his back and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He asked himself what was going on? Have I been kidnapped? Who knocked him out and locked him up here? But even if it's really a kidnapping, there has to be a ransom, right? Is it right to ask for the phone number of someone close to you so that you can call them and blackmail them?
But there was nothing. No one came and there was no sound.
Luo Jian took a deep breath. He felt that he should be calmer. Maybe people outside were still discussing how much ransom they would get from him, so they would not care about him for a while. He must have been too panicked. He just needed to wait. That's it.
So Luo Jian tried hard to calm down his mood. He walked to the only window in the room and opened the thick dark gray curtains. Sure enough, the window had been sealed, and the glass and everything else were still intact. But the opening outside was welded shut with a hard iron sheet, and the outside scenery could not be seen at all, only the shining metallic luster of the iron sheet.
Luo Jian sighed unconsciously and closed the curtains again. He understood that he was now in a completely secret room. It blocks all contact with the outside world, like a small animal in a cage, maybe even worse than a small animal in a cage.
Luo Jian took a step back and left the window, but soon he turned around again. He found a very conspicuous place in the room, which was on the wall next to the window, almost at his eye level. Position, pinned with a tack - a piece of paper.
A piece of paper with a purple pattern printed on the lower right corner.
There were densely written words on it with very beautiful pen calligraphy. It was obviously a message left for Luo Jian, the only living creature in the secret room.
Luo Jian immediately stepped forward and pulled the note off the wall without pulling out the pin. The beautiful and neat pen writing came into his eyes, and he saw the beginning: [Dear Chosen One, Mr. Luo Jian ]The first line made Luo Jian puzzled. What is the chosen one? And the other party obviously knew his name and his identity, but he didn't have time to think more, so he had to continue reading: [You must be confused about your current situation, but unfortunately I can't tell you more, now only The most important thing you need to do is to find a way to leave this secret room within an hour, otherwise you will be wiped out. ]
"What do you mean? What do you mean will be obliterated?" Luo Jian was confused and confused, but the word "obliterate" and the shocking content on the note made him have to continue reading;
[ In order not to create new things. For the secret room murder case, I will give you tips: ]
[ First; within one hour, refers to the moment you open your eyes and wake up. There is an alarm clock on the desk, and the hour hand marks twelve o'clock to one o'clock. All the time you can use. ]
[ Second; The only way to leave this secret room is the door, don't count on the windows, unless you want to die. ]
[ Third; this is not a joke. ]
[above. Tips over, wish you good luck! ]
There was only so much content on the note. It was a light piece of paper, but Luo Jian felt that it was as heavy as a thousand catties. He took the note and walked to the only desk in the room. There was indeed a circle on it. The hour hand of the small alarm clock pointed to 12 o'clock, but the minute hand pointed to the number 8, which meant that 8 minutes had passed since he woke up just now.
Leave this secret room within an hour, otherwise you will be wiped out.
"This is obviously a joke!" Luo Jian thought it was nonsense, but the word "obliterate" on the note made him feel uneasy. He dropped the note and walked back to the door, pushing the door open again, still motionless, Luo Jian thought anxiously, no matter what the note said is true or false, it would be good to find a way to escape from here within an hour, and he really didn't like being locked up in such a closed little place. The space was so suffocating.
So Luo Jian lowered his head and observed the door again. There was a keyhole on the door handle, indicating that it could be opened with a key. It was probably locked from the outside. If there was a key hidden somewhere in the room, it would be better. Well, if not, then Luo Jian has to think of other ways to open this door.
Luo Jian returned to the writing desk. Apart from the small round alarm clock, there were only a few books piled randomly on the table. The book covers were very thick, but strangely the books were all in foreign languages. The dense tadpole writing was like a book from heaven and was completely incomprehensible. Got it, Luo Jian flipped through it casually and found it was of little value, so he put it in a corner.
The desk had four drawers. The top one had a keyhole. Luo Jian twitched and realized it was locked, so he gave up. He then opened the second one. There was a black leather notebook inside. Luo Jian flipped through it, I found that only the first few pages were written, and there were large blanks at the back. I thought it would not take much time, so I simply read it.
The first page read: "To my left is the curved reflection of the deceased." Luo Jian read it out unconsciously while reading. There was only this line of text on this page. He subconsciously looked at his left side, and there was only a white side. The white paint on the walls has almost fallen off, revealing traces of red brickwork.
Luo Jian suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, so he turned to the next page and continued reading: "The murderer buried the murder weapon with himself."
baffling! Luo Jian shook his head, turned to the third page, and continued to read the text to himself: "Oh my God! God will definitely not forgive me for what I did." What does this mean?
Luo Jian couldn't understand, but there were two lines written on the third page, and the second line was written at the bottom of the page, which were four shocking characters written in red pen: "I killed him! "
Luo Jian frowned and turned the fourth page; a blank page, the fifth page; a blank page, the sixth page; a blank page, Finally, he kept turning until the last page, and finally saw the words again, a twisted question: "Would you like to go out?"
Then there was nothing.
"What kind of shit is this?!" Luo Jian was simply baffled, but these few short sentences made him feel irritable. So he threw the notebook to the ground with a flick of his hand. He opened the third drawer. Inside was a pair of scissors, a piece of steel wire, and a ballpoint pen. This was pretty good. If he was a thief who was good at picking locks, he would probably be able to break the door with these few items. It was open, but unfortunately Luo Jian was not.
So Luo Jian looked through the last drawer.
Inside was an awl and...a gun.
Luo Jian was stunned for a while, then reached out and took out the gun. It was quite heavy in his hand. Judging from the structural quality, it was obvious that it was not fake or a model. This was the first time Luo Jian touched it. To a real gun, this made his hand holding the gun tremble slightly. Luo Jian studied the gun for a while and took a long time to remove the bullet clip. After a pause, he found that there was only one bullet in it.
Why are there guns? Luo Jian quickly thought of this problem. The country has very strict gun control. Unless you are a police officer with a police license or a bodyguard with a gun license, even if you have a gun license, you still need to get a shooting permit. Guns are in this country. It is a rare and strange thing, and now there is such a gun in front of Luo Jian. It is black, the model cannot be recognized, and it is real.