Chapter 2

Luo Jian didn't think much about the gun, because he couldn't use it. He was afraid of the weapon, so he put it on the writing desk seriously and carefully. Then he picked up another thing in the drawer, the awl.

The awl is often used to repair shoes. It can drill holes. It is a pointed gadget. Luo Jian looked at it in her hand and put it on the table. He put all the things he found from the drawer on the table. However, these things did not seem to be of much use. Maybe he could shoot the handle of the door with a gun, but it was dangerous Luo Jian, who has never used a gun and is not sure about it, has reservations about it. In particular, there was only one bullet in the gun. If she was not careful, she didn't get a second chance.

So he had to think of other ways to open the door.

Maybe I need to see what's in this locked drawer? Luo Jian focused on the top of the four drawers, which he had tried to lock before, but it seemed to be much easier to pry than the door.

However, it turns out that luojian has no talent for unlocking locks. He can't open that damned lock with awls, steel wires, scissors and everything that can be used! Luo Jian was so angry that she simply refused to stir up the locked drawer and tried to pry the lock on the handle of the door. However, this was even worse. The keyhole was as motionless as it was against him. It was worse and worse!

However, Luo Jian also found that the keyhole in the door is not the same as the common one. The key hole on the handle of this door is very big, there is a small dark hole, and the corresponding key to open it should also be large

Luo Jian was half kneeling on the ground and looked inside through the larger keyhole. Of course, he could not see anything. The dark round hole made Luo Jian feel creepy. He stood up and took a step back to observe the door carefully again. The door painted with crimson paint looked strange in this narrow room. The iron door handle was rusty It's like someone's been using this door for a long time.

Luo Jian's first impression of the door was that it was old, but there were not many marks on the wooden door, which was smooth and clean. So he thought about it, took the awl on his hand and tried to scrape some marks on the wooden door. However, something unexpected happened to Luo Jian. No matter how hard the sharp awl was, it could not leave any trace on the wooden door, even if it was only It's just a scratch.

What strange magic has been cast on this damned and inexplicable door? Or some special material that Luo Jian didn't know?

Luo Jian bit her lip and threw away the awl in her hand. The little thing couldn't do anything for him. So she stepped back, lifted her foot directly and kicked it on the door! He didn't just kick, but exchanged legs, connected to the door, launched attacks, and continued to make a strong impact sound.

But the door did not move. However, Luo Jian felt her feet were numb.

"Shit, your mother forced it!" At last, Luo Jian can't help but burst into rude words. What the hell is it that breaks the door so strong? He tossed about for so long that he didn't even have a crack. Isn't it made of wood?!

Luo Jane is suddenly excited! no Maybe he was suddenly afraid. In the narrow and closed small room, he could hear his heart beat clearly. The fear was like a snake that had been hibernating for a long time and finally woke up. His cold and boneless body slowly slipped through Luo Jian's heart, and his teeth were shaking!

This sudden fear made Luo Jian scared and emboldened him. He directly took the gun on the writing desk and learned the posture of the police holding the gun on TV. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the sunk wood red door. But soon, she gave up this blind and dangerous behavior.

There is only one reason for him to give up. If the door is so solid that it can't even shoot through a bullet, then in this narrow room, there is a great possibility of a bouncing bullet. The bullet that bounces back is likely to make a big hole in luojian's body, which will make him die for a ridiculous reason, and luojian absolutely does not want to let this happen to herself.

Luo Jian had to hold the gun and sit on the ground. He was stunned for a while. Suddenly, he looked at the alarm clock on the writing desk. The minute hand was clearly marked: 12:22.

The purple printed note clearly limited him to one hour. So far, Luo Jian didn't know whether it was a joke made by someone, but if it was a joke, it was too much. Luo Jian weighed the gun in her hand, which was absolutely true.

Although Luo Jian had never used gunfire, a gunfire enthusiast she knew once enthusiastically introduced a lot of collectibles for him. Although they were imitation and imitation grinding tools, and Luo Jian didn't listen to the introduction of ammunition enthusiasts carefully at that time, he still learned how to distinguish the real from the fake. The loading and unloading, quality and weight of the bullet clip were all similar to those of the imitation There are very different differences.

Luo Jian made a long speech. He put the pistol back solemnly on the writing table. He squatted on the ground and began to look for the note with purple flowers. After reading the note, he threw it on the ground. Soon he found it at the foot of the bed. Luo Jian picked it up and read the beautiful pen characters on it again. There was no big difference. He carefully observed the purple pattern printed on the lower right corner of the note. The pattern looked like a flower on the other side, that is, Manzhu shahua, the legendary flower of hell.The bright red is the symbol of manzhusha Hua, which indicates the ominous separation and death of blood, but on this note, the red hellflower turns purple.

Flowers on the other side.

Bloom a thousand years, fall a thousand years, flowers and leaves never meet.

Love is not cause and effect, fate is doomed to life and death.

The implication of the flower made Luo Jian's hair stand on end. He turned the note around and looked at the back of it. He just looked for the note just now to see if there was any writing on the back. Because the closed room was so oppressive, he even forgot to observe it carefully.

Sure enough, the words on the back of the note were as follows:

[in a case of murder in a secret room in 1989, the murderer killed a person in a small apartment rented by himself. The traces of blood remained, the windows and doors were closed, but the body, the murder weapon and the murderer himself were all lost. 】

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 his small room. This room is obviously old. Many parts of the white painted walls have lost color, and large areas of cracks have revealed red stone bricks. The window is also an old-fashioned window with wood and yellow paint. The glass is cracked and lacks edges and corners. The iron sheet outside seems to be new, and the window is tightly sealed.

The curtains are gray and drooping, and they seem to fall down at any time. Luo Jian sneezed as she repeatedly pulled the curtain. It was very dusty. He squatted down and looked at the bottom of the bed, and a thick layer of dust fell. The bed he had just lying on was very clean. The quilts and sheets seemed to be new, clean and white. It felt like a monotonous bed in the hospital ward.

Luo Jian checked the bed, quilt and pillow again, and found nothing.

It's not good to feel nothing. He focuses on the things he has turned out. He carefully checks the writing table. It is different from the door. It can be easily hurt with various sharp weapons. Luo Jian aims at the locked drawer. Since he can't treat the damned door violently, he should treat it violently Drawers always work, right?

So Luo Jian picked up the scissors and awl, and even the ball point pen, recklessly destroyed the lock on the drawer. The lock was not the same as the lock on the door, and it was much more fragile. Luo Jian almost pulled the drawer lock out of the drawer. During this period, he kicked the writing desk with his feet while stabbing with scissors and awl, which completely changed the writing table Dog / day's drawer is open!

However, the contents 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. It was very heavy. I wonder if he could break the dog / sun door.

Thinking of the action, Luo Jian immediately took the hammer to smash on the red door, but the result is still surprising! With a violent sound of the hammer, Luo Jian almost took off her hand, but the door remained motionless and stood quietly, separating her from the world.

Luo Jian twitches the corner of her mouth to look at the safe door, perhaps he wants to hit a few more times.

However, after more than ten times in a row, she was ready to roar! Even if it's a door made of steel and iron sheet, it won't leave any traces?!

Then Luo Jian looked at the broken window again. Although the note said that he should not try to get out of the window, he couldn't help thinking like this. How about trying? Maybe what the note says is completely deceptive, deliberately keeping people away from that window?

Luo Jane went to open the window and touched the sealed sheet iron outside. There was no dust on it.

To be on the safe side, Luo Jian scraped the iron sheet with an awl, but the result was the last one he wanted. The tin sheet also left no trace like the dog / sun door. It was like telling Luo Jane with facts that any violent injury would not work on them.

Luo Jian only felt a layer of goose bumps all over her body. The dim light in the room seemed to indicate her mood. Suddenly, it flickered, making the narrow space bright and dark, which made Luo Jian's back emit intensive cold sweat.

"Calm down! I need to calm down. What else? Maybe there's a key hidden somewhere in this room? If the setting of the door can't be broken, then the only way to open it is the key, right! It's just like some kind of strategy game. There's only one path that's right. I just need to find clues! "

Luo Jian turned pale and bit her lips and began to talk to herself:

"I searched all the corners of the room, but I didn't see the key. Where would the key be? Where are the room keys? In the owner's pocket? Yes, it's really a good idea. And who is the owner of this room? "

Luo Jian looked down at the note. Her eyes were fixed on the last line. The body, the murder weapon and the murderer were all gone.

"The murderer's room, the key is naturally in the murderer's hand." Luo Jian laughs a little crazy, he knows his mental state is abnormal, but in this damned narrow and closed environment, no matter how normal it is, it will not be better!"As long as I solve the mystery of the secret room, I will find the key to leave." Luo Jane once looked at the note, and a cold smile came up: "what you want to pass on to me, is that it?"

The weirdest thing happened!

Just as soon as Luo Jian finished this sentence, a sentence appeared in the blank space of the note:

[it is true, so good luck to you. 】

Luo Jian threw the note out like an electric shock. His face was as white as a ghost, and he didn't even dare to breathe!

He didn't read it wrong just now!

That sentence is absolutely out of thin air! It feels like a wonderful miracle in the hands of a magician! Turn absolutely impossible things into reality, but everyone will laugh, because they all know that magic is just a cover up. It is an unpredictable method in the blind corner of your vision that you don't pay attention to!

But in this narrow! Closed! Dim! In a room full of trepidation!

Who's going to do magic for rojan?

Luo Jian felt that her teeth were trembling. He did not dare to look at the note again. He could not help looking at the alarm clock on the table. The time was 12:40.

There's no time!

If you don't find a way out, Luo Jian will probably stay here forever!

Luo Jian was in a hurry. He picked up the hammer again, forcing himself to calm down and thinking about the murderer in this room. Clues suggest the killer killed a man here. Luo Jian looked around and found no blood. If the room was really the scene of the murder, at least when the murderer killed the victim, the room was not a secret room, because in order to clean up the murder traces and blood in the room, the murderer would open the door and go out, use water and mop, and use all possible cleaning tools.

After throwing out the cleaning tools, the room became a secret room. The murderer and the victim were still here, but they disappeared.

"No, they didn't disappear. They're still here."

Luo Jian suddenly murmured, and he thought of the murderer's notebook he had seen before. The first line on the first page said:

[on my left is the curved reflection of the dead. 】