Jane did that dream again, the one he often dreamed of. There was a man in the dream who couldn't see his face, and he was talking to him all the time. Jane tried to open her eyes to see each other's face and to concentrate on what he said. But it was all in vain.

Just the same dream has been too much, there are always such doubts in the heart, eager to get the answer, eager to reach out the hand, but the hands are empty, you have nothing.

Then rosin woke up, as he opened his eyes in his bed every morning, and was at a loss with her, and in the first few seconds, she was almost blank in his head, and then soon he realized that he was not.

It's not his own bed, it's not his own room.

So Luo Jianli fell and quickly climbed up from the bed, with doubts and puzzled, vigilant observation of the surrounding environment. He found himself in a small, shabby room of less than 20 square meters, an obvious old house of the 1980s, with a window and a door, and a chandelier with a dim light on the ceiling of his head. There was only one single bed and a desk in the small room.

Simple to monotonous arrangement, there is no other equipment except for bed and table. But the room seemed to have a sense of incongruity. It seemed that she didn't realize where it was. So she had to sit in bed, and she was a little bit stunned, and then she thought about the key to the problem soon - where is he?

The last memory is that he goes home from work as usual, takes a bath after dinner and writes the record of tomorrow's work, and then goes to bed on time. His standard working and rest time like a robot can't change for ten years, but why does he appear in this inexplicable room the next morning?

Luo Jian can't imagine more. He just thinks the room is small, so small that he feels suffocated. He stands up and walks to the only door in the room. A dark red door made of sunken wood materials. The door looks old. There is an iron door handle on it. Luo Jian reaches out and holds the handle, and makes a hard twist, but the handle is still.

What's going on? Am I locked up?

Luo Jian pulled the door handle hard, whether it was pushed forward or backward, or even pushed left and right, the door was motionless, as if it had been poured into the wall by molten iron. After a while of stagnation, he knocked hard at the door, and he thought there should be someone outside, so he shouted out:

hello? Is there anyone out there?! Why keep me here

There was no response. The room was as quiet as death, and Jane put her ear on the door, trying to hear the outside voice, but for a long time, he could not hear the air flow of breeze in the air.

So Luo Jian was slightly frightened. He felt chilly on his back and sweat came out of his forehead. He asked himself what was the matter? Have I been kidnapped? Who is dizzy and shut down here? But even if it's kidnapping, you always have to ransom? Ask your close person's phone number so that you can blackmail it?

But there is nothing. No one came, no voice.

Luo Jian took a deep breath and felt that he should be calm. Maybe the outside people were still discussing how much ransom he would get from himself. So he would not come to take care of himself for a while and a half. He must have been alarmed. He just had to wait.

So Luo Jian tried to calm his mood. He went to the only window in the room, and opened the thick dark gray curtain. However, the window had been sealed and everything was intact. However, the opening outside was welded to death with hard iron, and the scenery outside could not be seen. Only the metal luster of iron was flashing.

Rojan sighed unconsciously and pulled the curtain again. He understood that he was in a complete secret room. It blocked all the connection with the outside world, such as the small animal in the cage, maybe even the small animals in the cage are not as good.

Jane stepped back and left the window, but soon he turned around again, and found a prominent place in the room, which was nailed by a large head, on the wall near the window, in the same position as his horizon line.

A note with purple print on the lower right corner.

The words written in the very beautiful pen and calligraphy above were obviously the only living creatures in the secret room, leaving a note to Jane.

Luo Jian immediately put together, the needle did not pull, and he pulled the note from the wall directly. The beautiful and sharp pen words reflected in his eyes, and only the beginning wrote: "br >

[dear selected, Mr. luojane.". 】The first line of words makes Luo Jane confused. What is the name of the selected person? And the other party obviously knows his name and his identity, but he can't think more, so he has to continue to look at it:

[you must be confused about your current situation, but I am sorry that I can't tell you more. Now only the most important thing needs you to do. Please find a way to leave the secret room in one hour, otherwise you will be able to be seen Wipe it off. ]"What do you mean? What does it mean to be wiped out? " Luo Jian was puzzled and confused, but the obliteration of two words on the note and the startling content made him have to keep on reading it.

[in order not to create a new murder case in the secret room, I will give you a hint:]

[first, within an hour, it means that from the moment you open your eyes to wake up, there is an alarm clock on the writing desk, which is marked with 12 **To one * * is all the time you can use. 】

[Second, the only way to get out of this chamber is through the door. Don't count on the window unless you want to die. 】

[Third, it's not a joke. 】

[above. The tip is over. Good luck! 】

there is only so much content on the note. It's a piece of paper, but Luo Jian thinks it's just like a thousand catties. He takes the note and goes to the only desk in the room. There is a small round alarm clock on it. The hour hand points to 12 * *, but the minute hand points to the scale of 8. This means that eight minutes have passed since he woke up just now.

Leave this chamber in an hour or you'll be wiped out.

"This is clearly a joke." Luo Jian thinks that this is nonsense, but the obliteration on the note made him feel uneasy. He left the note and went back to the door, pushed the door again, and still remained motionless. Luojian was flustered. No matter what the note said was true or false, it would be good to find a way to escape from here within an hour. He did not like being locked in such a closed small place In the space, it's suffocating.

So Luo Jian lowered her head and looked at the door again. There was a keyhole on the handle, which indicated that it could be opened with a key. It was likely that someone locked it from the outside. If there was a key hidden somewhere in the room, it would be OK. If not, then she would have to think of other ways to open the door.

Luo Jian went back to her desk. There were only a few books piled up randomly on the desk except for the small round alarm clock. The cover was very thick, but it was strange that all the books were in foreign languages. The dense tadpole script was like a heavenly script. Luo Jian flipped through it at random and found that it was not of any value, so she put them in a corner.

There are four drawers in the writing desk. The top one has a key hole. Luo Jian twitches and finds that it is locked, so she gives up. Then he opens the second one. There is a black notebook in it. Luo Jian turns around and finds that there are only a few pages of writing on the front and a large blank behind. She thinks it will not take much time, so she simply reads it once 。

The first page says, "on my left is the curved reflection of the dead." Luo Jian read it out unconsciously. There was only one line on this page. He subconsciously looked at his left side. There was only one white wall, but the white paint had almost fallen off, revealing traces of red bricks and tiles.

Luo Jian suddenly felt a chill on her back, so she turned to the next page and continued to read: "the murderer buried the murder weapon with himself."

I don't know why! Luo Jian shook her head, opened the third page, and continued to read out the words to herself: "my God! God won't forgive me for what I did What does that mean? "

Luo Jian can't understand it, but there are two lines on the third page. The second line is at the bottom of the page. There are four startling characters written in red ink:

"I killed him!"

Luo Jian frowned and turned to page four; a blank, page five; a blank, page six; a blank Finally, I turned all the way to the last page. Finally, I saw the word again. A twisted question: "do you want to go out?"

And then there was nothing.

"What kind of shit is this?" Luo Jian is simply baffled, but these short sentences make him feel restless. So he threw the notebook to the ground. He took out the third drawer, which contained a pair of scissors, a steel wire and a ball point pen. It was very good. If he was a thief who was a good at unlocking the door, he would be able to open the door, but it's a pity that Luo Jian is not.

So Jane went through the last drawer.

Inside is an awl and A gun.

After a long time of inaction, Luo Jian reached out and took out the gun. It was quite heavy in the palm of her hand. Judging from the structural quality, it was obviously not a fake or model. It was the first time that Luo Jian felt the real gun, which made his hand shaking slightly. Luo Jian studied the gun a little, and after a long time to remove the clip, he found that there was only one bullet in it.

Why are there guns? Luo Jian quickly thought of this problem. The domestic control of firearms is very strict. Unless you are a policeman with a police officer's certificate or a bodyguard with a gun certificate, even if you have a gun license, you have to get a firing permit. Guns are rare in this country. Now there is such a gun in front of Luo Jian, which is black, can't recognize the model and is real.

The author has something to say: will it be very cold to write new articles at this time? Meow