Luo Jian didn't think too much about this gun because he couldn't use it and he was afraid of this kind of weapon, so he put the gun solemnly and carefully on the desk, and then he picked up another gun in the drawer. One thing, that awl.
Awls are often used to repair shoes and can drill holes. Luo Jian took it in his hand and looked at it. He also put it on the table. He put everything he found out from the drawer on the table. But these things don't seem to be of much use. Maybe he can use a gun to blow off the door handle, but this method is a bit dangerous. Luo Jian, who has never used a gun and has no accuracy, is skeptical about this. Reserve your opinion. In particular, there is only one bullet in this gun. If you are not careful, Luo Jian will not get a second chance.
So he had to think of other ways to open this door.
Maybe I need to see what's in this locked drawer? Luo Jian focused on the top one of the four drawers. He had tried it before and it was locked, but this lock seemed to be muchr to pick than the door.
But it turned out that Luo Jian had no talent for opening locks. He used awls, wires, scissors, and everything else he could use, but he just couldn't open the damn lock! Luo Jian was so angry that he simply stopped tinkering with the locked drawer and tried to pry the lock on the door handle, but it was even more impossible. The keyhole seemed to be against him and it didn't move at all. The more he tried, the worse it got!
However, Luo Jian also discovered that the keyhole on this door was different from the usual ones. The keyhole on the door handle is very large, with a small black round hole. The key that can open it should also be very large.
Luo Jian half-knelt on the ground and looked inside through the relatively large keyhole. Of course, he couldn't see anything. The small black round hole made Luo Jian feel creepy. He stood up and took a step back to observe carefully again. This door, painted in dark red, looks a bit weird in this narrow room. The iron door handle is rusty, as if someone has been using this door for a long time.
Luo Jian's first impression of this door was that it was old, but there were not many marks on the wooden door. It was smooth and clean, so he thought about it, took the awl at hand, and tried to scrape some marks on the wooden door. , but something unexpected happened to Luo Jian. No matter how hard the sharp awl in his hand was, it could not leave any mark on the wooden door, even just a scratch.
Is there some strange magic cast on this damn inexplicable door? Or were there any special materials added that Luo Jian didn't know about?
Luo Jian bit his lip and threw away the awl in his hand. This gadget could not do anything for him, so Luo Jian took a step back, raised his foot and kicked the door hard! He didn't just kick it, but switched his legs and attacked the door continuously, making continuous strong impact sounds.
But the door didn't move. Luo Jian felt that his feet were numb from kicking them.
"Fuck you!" Luo Jian finally couldn't help but swore, "What the hell kind of door can be so strong?" He has been struggling for so long and there is not even a crack. Isn't it made of wood? !
Luo Jian suddenly became excited! No! Perhaps he suddenly became afraid. The narrow and closed room was so quiet that he could clearly hear his own heartbeat. Fear was like a snake in his heart that had finally woken up after hibernating for a long time. His cold, boneless body slowly slid through Luo Jian heart was so stimulated that his teeth were trembling!
This sudden fear frightened Luo Jian and made him bold. He directly picked up the gun on the desk, imitated the policeman's gun-holding posture on TV, and pointed the gun at the sunken red door. But soon, Luo Jian gave up this blind, ignorant and dangerous behavior.
There was only one reason for him to give up. If the door was really so strong that even bullets couldn't penetrate it, then in such a small room, there was a high possibility of a ricochet, and the bullet that bounced back was likely to be inside the door. It will creates a big hole in himself, which will make him die for a ridiculous reason, and Luo Jian definitely doesn't want this to happen to him.
Luo Jian had no choice but to sit on the ground holding the gun. He was in a daze for a while, and suddenly subconsciously looked at the alarm clock on the desk. The hour and minute hands were clearly marked: 12:22.
The purple-patterned note clearly gave him a time limit of one hour, and Luo Jian still doesn't know if this is a joke someone made on him, but if it is really a joke, then it is It was too much. Luo Jian weighed the gun in his hand. It was definitely the real thing.
Although Luo Jian had never used firearms, an arms enthusiast whom Luo Jian knew once enthusiastically introduced him to many collectibles. Although they were all imitation and simulated grinding tools, Luo Jian did not listen carefully to arms hobby at that time. Despite the introduction of the reporter, he still learned how to distinguish the real thing from the fake. The loading and unloading of the bullet clip, the quality and weight are all completely different from the imitations.
Luo Jian hesitated for a moment, then he solemnly put the pistol back on the desk, squatted on the ground and started looking for the note with purple flowers. After reading the note, he threw it on the ground. Soon he found it on the edge of the bed. Luo Jian picked it up and read the beautiful pen writing on it again. There was not much difference. He carefully observed the purple pattern printed on the lower right corner of the note. The pattern looked like Like Bianhuahua, also known as Manzhushahua, the legendary flower of hell.
Bright red is the symbol of Manzhushahua, which indicates blood ominous separation and death, but on this note, the red hell flower has turned purple.
Flower of the other shore.
It blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years; the flowers and leaves never see each other again.
Love is not causal, edge destined to death.
The meaning of this flower made Luo Jian's hair stand on end. He turned the note and looked at the back of it. He just looked for this note just to see if there was any writing on the back. Because this closed room was so depressing, he actually forgot the most detailed details. observe.
Sure enough, there was indeed writing on the back of the note:
[ In a secret room murder case in 1989, the murderer killed a person in the small apartment he rented. Traces of blood remained. The windows and doors were closed, but the murder weapon and the murderer himself were missing. ]
There was only such a short sentence, but Luo Jian knew that this was the so-called clue. He raised his head and continued to carefully observe the small room where he was. This room is obviously old. The white-painted walls have lost color in many places and are cracked in large areas, exposing the red stone bricks. The window is also an old-style wooden window painted with yellow paint, and the glass is cracked and missing. The iron sheet outside seemed to be newly installed, sealing the windows tightly.
The curtains were gray and drooped, as if they could fall down at any time. Luo Jian sneezed while pulling the curtains repeatedly, and the dust was heavy. He knelt down and looked under the bed again. There was also a thick layer of dust falling on the ground. The bed he was lying on just now was very clean. The quilt and sheets seemed to be new. They were clean and white. It felt like being in a hospital ward. Drab hospital bed.
Luo Jian checked the bed, quilt, pillows, etc., but found nothing.
It felt uncomfortable to find nothing. He turned his attention to the things he had dug out. He carefully checked the desk. This desk was different from the door. It was easy to use various sharp tools to cause damage to it. Luo Jian took a look at the locked drawer. Since you can't use violence against that damn door, then it's always okay to use violence against this drawer, right?
So Luo Jian picked up the scissors, the awl, and even the ballpoint pen, desperately destroying the lock on the drawer. This lock was different from the lock on the door, and looked much more fragile. Luo Jian almost locked the drawer. He dug it out from the drawer. During this period, he poked it with scissors and awl and kicked it hard with his feet. The desk was completely changed beyond recognition, so he finally opened the damn drawer!
However, what was in the drawer really surprised Luo Jian.
"Hammer?" Luo Jian picked up the large hammer in the drawer. It looked very strong. He weighed the weight and found it was quite heavy. He didn't know if he could break open that stupid door.
Acting as soon as he thought of it, Luo Jian immediately took a hammer and smashed it against the red door, but the result was still surprising! The violent sound of the hammer almost made Luo Jian take off his hand, but the door remained motionless and stood there quietly, separating Luo Jian from the world.
Luo Jian twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at the safe door. Maybe he would smash it a few more times.
But after he hit it more than ten times in a row, Luo Jian almost wanted to roar! Even if the door is made of steel and iron, it won't leave no trace at all, right? !
Then Luo Jian unexpectedly glanced at the broken window. Although the note told him not to try to get out of the window, he couldn't help but think about it now, how about giving it a try? Maybe what was written on the note was a complete lie, and he deliberately kept people away from the window?
Luo Jian walked over and opened the window and touched the sealed iron sheet outside. There was no dust on it.
To be on the safe side, Luo Jian scratched the iron sheet with an awl, but the outcome was the one he least expected to see. The iron sheet also left no traces like the damn door, as if telling Luo Jian the truth - anything. Violent damage has no effect on them.
Luo Jian felt goosebumps all over her body. The dim light in the room seemed to indicate Luo Jian's mood. Suddenly, it flickered, making the small space light and dark, and a light appeared on Luo Jian's back. Intensive cold sweat.
"Calm down! I need to calm down. Are there any clues? Maybe there is a key hidden somewhere in this room? If the door is set so that it cannot be destroyed, then the only way to open it is the key, right! That's right! It's like some kind of strategy game, there is only one right path, I just need to find the clues!"
Luo Jian turned pale, bit his lip, and began to talk to herself:
"I searched every corner of the room, but I didn't see the key. So where would the key be? Where would the room key usually be? In the pocket of its owner? Yes, this is indeed a good idea. So what about this room? Who is the master?"
Luo Jian lowered his head and glanced at the note, his eyes fixed on the last line. The murder weapon on the body and the murderer were gone.
"The key to the murderer's room is naturally in the hands of the murderer." Luo Jian smiled a little crazily. He knew that his mental state was not normal, but in this damn small and closed environment, no matter how normal he was, he would not be any better. go!
"As long as I solve the mystery of the secret room, I will naturally find the key and leave." Luo Jian glanced at the note once, and a cold smile emerged: "That's what you want to convey to me, right?"
The weirdest thing happened!
The moment Luo Jian finished saying this, a sentence suddenly appeared in the blank space on the note: [It is indeed true, then I still wish you good luck. ]Luo Jian threw the note in his hand violently as if he was electrocuted. His face was as pale as if he had seen a ghost, and he didn't even dare to breathe!
He was right!
That sentence definitely came out of nowhere! It feels like a wonderful miracle in the hands of a magician! Turning absolutely impossible things into reality, but everyone will laugh, because they all know that magic is just a trick, a trick that changes in the blind spots of your eyes without your attention!
But in this narrow place! closed! dark! In a room full of panic all day long!
Who will give Luo Jian a magic trick?
Luo Jian felt that his teeth were chattering. He never dared to look at the note again. He couldn't help but glance at the alarm clock on the table. The time was 12:40.
No time!
If Luo Jian doesn't find a way out, it's really possible that Luo Jian will stay here forever!
Luo Jian was anxious. He picked up the hammer again and forced himself to calm down while thinking about the murderer in this room. Clues suggest that the murderer killed someone here. Luo Jian looked around and found no blood stains. If this room was really the scene of a murder, then at least when the murderer killed the victim, this room was not a secret room, because in order to clean up the murder traces and blood stains in the room, The murderer would have opened the door and gone out, using water, a mop, and all the cleaning tools available.
Then after throwing the cleaning tools out, the room became a secret room. The murderer and the victim were still here, but they disappeared.
"No, they're not gone, they're still here."
Luo Jian suddenly murmured. He remembered the murderer's notebook he had seen before. The first line of the first page in it read:
[To my left is the curved reflection of the deceased. ]