Chapter 10

Feng Yu Lan felt very thirsty. He was awakened by the dry feeling in his throat. His last memory stayed in the night of the hospital. After his injury improved, he no longer lived in a single ward. He was sent to the multi person ward by his short and fat attending doctor. The next bed was an uncle who was snoring all the time. He always made Feng Yulan wake up by his snoring in countless nights.

But this time, fengyulan felt that he was fast asleep and fell into a deep sleep. The snoring of clinical uncle could not stop his sleepiness. Then, Feng Yulan had a fantastic dream. In the dream, a clown with colorful clown makeup was dancing, laughing and dancing. The clown's laughter was terrible, or The voice was very strange. It felt like a witch in Western mythology who stirred the crucible and grinned grimly. The piercing and sharp laughter made Feng Yulan's whole dream Strange and full of fear.

Then fengyulan woke up and felt very dry and thirsty.

Then he found that there was something wrong with his environment. This was not a hospital. There were no white beds, no snoring patients, no hanging bottle rack and flowers of sympathy. Everything seemed so unnatural and gloomy.

Fengyulan found himself in a very, very narrow, closed, dark to reach out of five fingers of the environment! How narrow is this space? To put it bluntly, it felt as if someone had put it into a coffin. It was only half the size of an adult. Feng Yulan had to curl her legs and curl up in the posture of a baby in the mother's body.

After confirming her own environment, Feng Yulan thought that she was still dreaming, still in the dream, and had a more absurd dream than the clown. Then Feng Yu Lan found that this is not a dream, he can feel the pain, after he pinched his face.

"It may be someone who made fun of me." Feng Yulan said to herself, then raised her voice a little and said aloud, "Hey! Outside, let me out quickly. I'm still a wounded man

There was no response from outside.

It's very quiet. After Feng Yulan closes her mouth and doesn't make any sound, Feng Yulan can feel that kind of silent feeling more and more. She can only hear her breathing and her heart beating faster and faster.

Feng Yulan felt the panic that gradually came up in his heart. He took a deep breath and silently repeated to himself, "calm down, calm down, Feng Yulan, it's not bad. It's much better than being stabbed. It's painful when stabbed. It's almost dead Just... "

Feng Yulan's self talk stopped abruptly. He stopped for a moment and stretched out his hand awkwardly. In the narrow and dark environment, he felt his back with some difficulty. When he was attacked in the street, the murderer stabbed him in the back with a knife. He rubbed his internal organs and pierced his intestines, so that he could hardly see the sun tomorrow.

That wound is in dull pain every day. When Feng Yulan sleeps, he can only lean on his side or lie on his stomach. The pain of the wound is constantly torturing his nerves. Whenever he relaxes, the pain will make him more sober.

But now, the wound is gone!

Feng Yu Lan opened his eyes strangely, though he couldn't see anything in the dark. But the finger touch is smooth skin, smooth, without any wound skin, Feng Yulan put his hand on his waist, dull for a long time, the brain made a * * confused, for a long time before wondering: what's going on?

The doctor said that he would have to stay in the hospital for at least half a month, but now the wound has disappeared, as if it had never appeared on him. It's so clean that even the scar has not been left!

"I must still be dreaming!" Feng Yu Lan firmly believes that this is impossible. He closes his eyes and urges himself, "wake up quickly."

But the bad dream did not wake up, fengyulan still stayed in this dark and narrow small place, so narrow that he even turned around very difficult.

"I'm not going to die and be put in a coffin, am I?" Feng Yulan was frightened by his own ideas, and then said angrily: "even if he is dead, he will not be so stingy, even a coffin will give me a 50% discount! Such a narrow place to lie on the uneven, it is really the trend of the world is declining, people are not old

Feng Yulan was amused by himself. The optimist made him angry. He twisted around and hit the boards with his elbow. Later, he felt something under him.

Because it was dark and invisible, Feng Yulan could only touch it by hand. The stick was smooth and elastic. When fengyulan touched it, something flashed in his mind. Suddenly, he broke off the stick. Soon, the narrow environment lit up a blue shimmer.

"One Fluorescent rods. " Feng Yulan looks at the stick in his hand. This fluorescent stick is a little bigger and brighter. He holds it to illuminate his environment. Although he doesn't know whether he is really in the coffin, it is a narrow place, like a kind of rectangular thick wooden box.And soon, Feng Yulan found another thing in the alley besides the fluorescent stick.

The note nailed in front of Feng Yu Lan is facing his face. He can see clearly by holding up the fluorescent stick. It's a piece of paper printed with purple patterns. There are neat pen characters on it. Every word says:

[Dear Mr. Feng Yulan:]

[you are very lucky to receive my invitation. Welcome to the secret room. 】

[you must feel uneasy or afraid of your environment, but you don't have time to be afraid. Now there are more important things waiting for you to do. Please leave this small place that will trap you within an hour. It is strictly sealed, which means that you don't have much oxygen to consume, which also means you may suffocate to death. 】

[of course, you can choose not to do anything. Your partner may save you, or he may not come. 】

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

[first, without tools, human beings use their hands to create miracles. 】

[Second, the box that trapped you is now placed at the bottom of countless boxes. 】

[Third, it's not a joke. 】

[the above tips are over. Good luck! 】

after reading the note, Feng Yulan's first reaction is to curse her mother! I want to curse the person who wrote this note His ancestors are eighteen generations! But then Feng Yulan restrained his irrational thoughts. He knew that it was impossible. No matter who he was, he would be trapped here for whatever purpose. But the note said that the most important thing for him at present was to leave the damned box!

But how to get out?

Feng Yulan felt all the corners of the box, only one fluorescent stick Yes, there's just one glowing stick.

The box felt thick. Feng Yulan knocked hard and felt the trembling of the box. Then he thought of the hint on the note. He trapped his box at the bottom of countless boxes, that is to say, there are many same or different boxes piled up at the top of his head. If you open it from the top, it would be a terrible end, and there is no floor below probably. All that's left is back and forth.

Without any tools, to open the box from the inside, Feng Yulan's only way to think of was to use his body, his back against one side, his feet bent on the opposite side, and forced to break the box.

But this box makes fengyulan feel extremely painful, because it is rectangular, and the distance between the left and right sides is too narrow. Feng Yulan is lying on his back, and he can't turn his body horizontally. The distance between the front and back sides is not long and short. He can't stand up straight, but he can't bend too much. In this way, he can't bear enough force The air broke the box.

"That's terrible!" Feng Yu Lan tossed for a long time and said painfully.

On the other hand, Luo Jian is also in a dilemma. After he opened the strange door, the thing that kept pounding behind the door rushed at him! Luo Jian's dim light didn't even have time to illuminate. What was it, she felt a dark shadow coming towards him, approaching danger!

Luo Jane instinctively kicked the past, and kicked the thing that jumped at him fiercely! The shadow seemed to send out a sharp cry of pain, and after being kicked by Luo Jian, a flash disappeared in the dark. Luo Jian took a deep breath, then took the knife that she was clenched in her mouth. She backed up against the wall behind her, raised the oil lamp, and raised all her vigilance to observe the surrounding environment.

Luo Jian had a premonition that the thing was still spying on him in the dark, ready to take advantage of its unprepared time to rush up and give her a fatal blow. What exactly is that? Luo Jian has already been reluctant to think about it. B said that any kind of monster in the secret room is not surprising. It may be the zombie in the biochemical crisis? Or zombies? Or monsters, aliens, in some science fiction movies? Even in ghost movies?

"It would be too tragic to appear in Zhenzi." Luo Jian said to herself, shaking her head: "fortunately, there is no TV set here."

But since it's a ghost ship, it should be a ghost. If not, it's at least the kind of dark creatures of zombies. While thinking, Luo Jian tried to keep alert. He knew that his hands were still shaking, and the knife in his hand was almost unable to hold. Luo Jian knew that there was nothing worse than this in his life.

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