Chapter 4

It took a long time for Luo Jian to wake up from the chaos. He lay stiff on the bed and sat up after a trance for a while. After a slow look around him, he found himself in his room.

Outside the window, the sky was gray and bright, and the electronic clock sign on the bedside table was now 6:45, an early morning.

Luo Jane stayed for a while, suddenly lowered her head and touched her abdomen. There was no wound, no blood, no pain. Luo Jian only felt that his mind was in a state of chaos. He got up from his bed and ran to the window to open it. A cool air came in and threw it on his face. There were several old people walking in the street outside in the morning, which was no different from usual.

It's not a closed, narrow room, but his own home.

"I'm dreaming?" Luo Jian talks to herself, but she can't help but feel a sigh of relief. If it is really just a dream, it would be great. Although the dream is so horrible that he sweats, he really realizes the illusion of death. In the dream, Luo Jian almost touches the cold hands of the God of death.

But it was just a dream. Luo Jian comforts herself. He can't help but cover her chest. For a moment, when he woke up from his dream, he really thought he was dead. It was such a real scene that Luo Jian could clearly recall every detail, as if he had just experienced it.

Jane left her bedroom and went to the living room. As a single man, Luo Jian's room can not be regarded as clean, but fortunately, his daily life still has a concept of "clean", so he won't make his own room particularly disordered. The small bread bought in the cake shop last night was stacked on the dining table, hot water pots and cups, as well as the bowl of instant noodles. All the things were put in their original position without excessive movement Nothing.

Luo Jian instinctively found her own recharged mobile phone from the sofa, and looked at the time and date again. It is true that today, there is nothing to wake up and find that she has slept for two or three days, a week, a month or even longer.

I was too nervous. Luo Jian said to herself silently in her heart that it has passed. It is definitely a dream. Forget it, luojian!

Taking a deep breath, Luo Jian goes into the kitchen and plans to turn over the refrigerator. He remembers that he has prepared a lot of stored grain, which can be used to make fried rice with eggs or other things to eat. He woke up in the morning feeling hungry, very hungry, as if he had not eaten for two or three days.

However, when I touched the handle of the refrigerator, I couldn't help being stunned.

There was something on the door of the refrigerator that should not have appeared. I don't know who pasted a piece of paper on the door of the refrigerator. It was pasted in a very obvious position, which was in line with Luo Jian's horizon. He looked up and saw it.

A piece of paper printed with purple pattern in the lower right corner.

Luo Jian's face turned white and white. He felt that his fingertips were shaking. His body seemed to be under some kind of spell. He was so stiff that he could hardly move. It was a long time before he escaped from this terrible state. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down. He reached out to pull the note off the refrigerator door. Then he looked down and saw that there was still beautiful steel on it Words:

[Dear Mr. Luo Jian:]

[congratulations on your successful completion of the first hurdle. 】

[we will reward you for your outstanding performance, which is not the only one. Because every time you escape the secret room and return to reality, we will give different rewards. Of course, you have the right to choose to give up the reward, but after giving up the reward, whether you can survive in the next level is worth your consideration. 】

[P: the prize is in the drawer of your desk. 】

[the next appointment day will be in the night of ten days. Please keep in good mental state and go to sleep. Good luck! 】

after reading the note silently, Luo Jian was silent for a moment and turned to look at the back of the note. This time, nothing was written on the back of the note, which was pure white.

"It's not a dream."

With a sneer, Luo Jian tore the note into pieces, and then threw it into the garbage can. He went back to his desk in his room and opened the drawer of his desk. There were only a few books and reports in the drawer. In addition, as the note said, there was a small gift.

A knife.

"I thought it would be a gun." Luo Jian takes out the short knife in the drawer. To be exact, it should be a saber, about 20 cm long. The handle is black, and the blade is black. I don't know what material it is. It doesn't reflect light. There is no hand guard. It comes with a leather scabbard that can be tied to the waist. There is no leather buckle on the scabbard. That is to say, as long as Luo Jian is a little proficient, she can quickly get rid of it with the force of * * Pull out the sword from its sheath, and then attack or defend at a speed that the enemy can't imagine. It's commonly known as tactical assault knife.

this knife is as like as two peas with the knife that the killer took.

Luo Jian suddenly felt a dull pain in the seemingly stabbed part of her abdomen, but her fingers reached out and felt nothing. However, Luo Jian's palms were filled with cold sweat. He was stunned for a moment, and then lifted the saber to see it. The blade of the knife seemed extremely sharp. Looking at it, Luo Jian had the illusion that she would be cut. After careful observation, Luo Jian found that there were dense patterns on the handle Like the pattern on that piece of paper, it was carved with the pattern of hellflower."What an ominous thing." Luo Jian frowned in disgust. He put the knife in the scabbard and took it back in the drawer. Then he went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. He had to go to work. No matter what happened, no matter how tired luojian was, he had to keep his daily life normal so that he could be like a normal person.

Live normally. Luo Jian thought in her mind and washed her face in front of the mirror with a towel. But soon he found something wrong. It seemed that there was something wrong with him.

On the side of the neck, behind the ears and under the hair, there is a small purple and blue tattoo that looks like a tattoo, a small round tattoo with a snake biting its tail.

Luo Jian has been a little quiet, although I don't know when the tattoo ran to his neck, but fortunately, it is not obvious that there is a hair block, and it is not painful. Luojian doesn't care too much.

But what if you care? Luo Jian clearly understood that the note, the secret room, the murderer, the knife suddenly appeared in his desk drawer and the tattoo on his neck, all of which proved one thing, that is, the things Luo Jian met were unnatural and irresistible!

That's why Luo Jian can calm down and go to work as usual, instead of yelling or foolishly running to the police and being arrested in a mental hospital. Jane knew that no one would believe what he was going through, just as he himself was a little bit unbelievable.

A date in ten days? Luo Jian packed up her things and went out, thinking about the contents of the note, which clearly revealed two messages: first, the game of escaping from the secret room seemed more than once; second, ten days later, he would be dragged into that strange closed space again.

Although this kind of cognition makes Luo Jane very unhappy, but he has to admit that he has no resistance.

After a busy morning in the company, Luo Jian was harassed by a phone call at noon. His long lost friend asked him out for dinner.

"Dinner? How kind of you to treat me to dinner? " Luo Jian can't believe listening to the voice of Feng Yu Lan on the opposite side. This madman is not like an Iron Rooster. He doesn't even want to pull out half a hair. Today, it was the first time that Luo Jian was invited to dinner. It was really the sun coming out in the West.

"What do you mean? Don't trust me so much! It's rare that I'm in a good mood. It's ok if I don't come. "

"Of course, if I don't kill you, I'll take your last name!" Luo Jian immediately changed her mouth, packed up her things and walked out of the door of the company. Feng Yulan on the other end of the phone continued to quibble:

"12 * * on time, I'll see you at the old place."

The old place is actually a restaurant near Luo Jian's house. It's very close. Luo Jian looks at her mobile phone and finds that he has time to change clothes at home. Luo Jian didn't know whether he was having a fever, because he felt extremely hot. He had been sitting in the air-conditioned office for a whole morning, but he was sweating all over. He was very uncomfortable.

So Luo Jane quickly went back home to change her clothes. When she was rummaging in the closet, she was bewildered. She opened the drawer of her desk and saw the saber in the drawer.

It's really devious. He subconsciously picked up the knife and tied it to his waist. The scabbard should be tied on the back and placed horizontally. As long as Luo Jian's right hand is on the back, she can pull out the knife. Moreover, the coat is long enough to cover the knife completely, and there is no abnormality at all.

After getting ready, Luo Jian went out with the knife. He was a bit complicated. He didn't even want to carry it on the street. But when he got home, he felt like he was crying for the weapon. Luo Jian's keen intuition made him more vigilant. He thought about it again and again I got it.

When she walked out of the house, she suddenly felt dizzy. Luo Jian raised her head and looked at the sky. The glare of the sun made him squint.

It's not over yet. Luo Jian has this kind of feeling vaguely, as if By the way, it seems that he is still trapped in that narrow, closed, dark little room, just like the victim who was murdered in the secret room, and never escaped from the beginning to the end.

Still struggling in the dark world.

Luo Jian lowered her head, avoided the glare of the sun, and then subconsciously, touched the small tattoo on her neck. Luo Jian felt that she was really feverish. Her body temperature was abnormally high, but only the tattoo on her neck was still cold.

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