: The fifth year story 113, the door

I...will be killed.
In the attic, a man nearly fifty years old was lying on the table, and under the dim light, he wrote this line in his diary.
This man is Viscount Wang, the ninth person in the mayor's mansion besides an idiot. At this moment, his expression was tense, and his hand holding the pen trembled slightly. Due to the strength of the hand, the tip of the pen even scratched through the diary, leaving a deep scar.
I will be killed...I will be killed...I will be killed...I will be killed...
A strong sense of tension filled this man's whole body, and he kept writing these words on the paper. The sweat on his forehead rolled off like soybeans. Perhaps it was because of the pain in his throat that he could not speak, but it made it harder for him to vent the fear in his heart, and he could only release his inner depression through this constant writing.
However, this method is useless.
He knew better than anyone that there was no way to calm his fearful heart.
The night...is quiet...
The snow outside the window slowly fell, and the beauty was dazzling.
But the man's eyes widened, and he carefully observed everything around him with his bloodshot eyes. It seems that the attic where he is alone is also full of danger.
He didn't know when he would die, let alone who would kill him. But he was pretty sure that if he made a mistake, he would definitely be killed by someone and somewhere in a certain way!
He hasn't eaten the delivery for three days. Every time he brought food outside, he dumped them out of the window facing the lake. He wasn't sure if it was poisonous, he had to be careful, careful, and careful to make him feel a little safe.
But... he is too hungry...
He was in extreme mental stress for three days, and even dripping, which almost broke his spirit! In the past few days, he began to tear the books on the shelf to satisfy his hunger, and he was about to vomit because of the rough-touch paper. He knew that he couldn't go on like this, otherwise, even if he wasn't killed by someone, he would starve to death.
he knows……
Of course he knows...
He knew what the reason he would be killed. No one can remain calm until he does not know why he was killed.
The man held his head and walked slowly to the table behind him. There was a sheepskin scroll on it. He picked it up and pulled the scroll. Two bloodshot eyes looked at any text and pattern on the scroll greedily. Only when he looked at these things could he feel If you get yourself alive, you will have the desire and motivation to live.
He can't die...
He kept telling himself that he could not die. These treasures belong to him, and the secret treasures belong to him! Now, he has solved the secrets in this scroll, as long as he searches for the places described above, he can find the wealth that can match a country! The only thing he needs is to escape...
Without being killed... live, run away!
"Boom, boom boom boom."
At this time, late at night, there was a knock on the door suddenly? ! Viscount Wang shook his whole body, and hurriedly put the scroll scroll in his arms. After confirming that the other party could not see the scroll scroll, he gently placed it on the table, picked up the pen on the table, and held it firmly. Put the tip outwards, and walk to the door...

Boom, boom boom boom.
The idiot patted the door, and then waited for the answer inside.
There were wall lights in the dark aisle, but he didn't mean to look for a switch. The dim light leaking from under this gorgeous door was enough for him to see some necessary things, the door, and the dim light on his right hand.
After the comparison, the idiot did not find the similarities and differences between the letter and the typed letters on the paper. I don’t know if it’s too coincidental. The letters on the two letters are not too flawed or distorted. There are no errors in spelling, and the writing is also correct. Simply put, it is impossible to tell from the words on the paper whether the two letters were typed by the same person on the same typewriter.
However, he still wants to verify it. Before looking for the murderer shrouded in this mansion, the first thing he looked for was the messenger.
咚咚, 咚咚咚.
He knocked on the door again.
But in the room, there was still silence...

咚咚, 咚咚咚.
The knock outside, rang again...
Viscount Wang was holding the pen, cold sweat broke out in his palm.
His body was shaking, and his throat was burning. He was terrified... The fear of death even made his feet unable to stand up straight, trembling constantly.
who is it……?
The person outside... who is it? !
Are you here to kill me?
Must it be here to kill me, and then to take away my secret treasure? !
Do not……
I will not let anyone take away the secret treasure in my hand...
I will never let anyone get involved with what belongs to me!
Kill you……
If you dare to come in... I will kill you!
Kill you!
Kill you--! ! !
Boom, boom.

Boom, boom.
The third time I knocked on the door, there was still no response in the room. Judging from the light under the door crack, someone should be standing in the room, blocking part of the light from outside. However, the other party never responded.
"Hey, human boy, although I admire your silence, sometimes you still have to speak first. In such a dead night, you don’t speak first to show your identity, how can the people trust you? ?"
After the idiot thought for a while, he finally approved the proposal of the dark. He knocked on the door again, then said, "Mr. Wang, it's me."
The words are concise, and the idiot's habit prevents him from speaking too much. But this time, there was still silence in the room.
Things...not quite right.
The unique instinct makes the idiot take a step back unconsciously. An Mie was secretly held in his right hand, always on guard.
He couldn't be sure who the bun was taken by him, and he couldn't be sure whether the person in it was the one who threatened him.
But... he is also not sure. Neither can it be certain that it is, nor can it be that it is not. In the current situation, as long as there is any wrong step, it may be the regrets of my life in exchange.
He didn't want to bear this kind of regret...he could not imagine the life after losing the bread.
In just two days, he fully experienced the emptiness and helplessness that the little girl had left him. Before, his life was like standing in a thick fog, holding a rope out of the thick fog in his hand. But after losing the little bread, the rope in the thick fog suddenly broke, and he threw him alone in the white darkness that couldn't distinguish the direction and could not find an exit.
The last time Xiao Bao had left beside him, was taken away by the King of Sword Emperor, Gaia. But that time, the idiot knew who took her away, and knew more clearly that Gaia could not kill the girl to a large extent.
But this time, it was different.
He didn't know who the other party was, let alone where the little girl was. He didn't know the character of the person who took the bread. Although the other party stated on the paper that he was not malicious, who can guarantee? He didn't know whether Little Bread was alive or dead, intact or deeply hurt.
do not know……
Is there anything more terrifying than "unknown" in this world?

"Mr. Wang..."
There was a voice outside the door...
But the extreme nervousness made this man almost unable to hear what the outsiders were saying.
He could not move, nor could he speak. His body was stiff, and only the power of shaking his teeth remained.
The blizzard outside the window was whistling, the dim light in the room was suppressed, spreading to the dark and unknown world...
Outside the door... there is no light.
why……
Why doesn't the person outside turn on the wall lamp?
Why is that person willing to stand in the dark? !
why……
why…………
why………………
why………………? ? ? ! ! !
Come on!
Suddenly, there was a soft noise on the door!
Although the noise was slight, it made the man tremble!
The other person is opening the door...
The man outside is definitely trying to open the door!
He wants to open the door... He wants to open the door... He wants to open the door! ! !
Open the door... and come in... Kill me!
Luck... Luck Luck... Luck...
The door lock is rotated repeatedly, regularly, and not too loudly. It seems that people outside know that the door lock can't be opened, so they just tried boringly.
Wang pinched the pen, his stiff mouth sneered.
This door is specially made, and the only key to open is now in his hand.
As long as he doesn't open the door, it is absolutely impossible for the person outside to come in!
Outside the door, there was a soft footstep.
You could hear the footsteps leaving far away. In other words, the person outside finally gave up after trying to open the door and wanted to leave?
Ha ha... Ha ha ha ha ha...
Yes, he is safe...
(Place the key in his arms, Viscount Wang slowly approached the door with his pen...)
Since he is safe...
(Gently, put down the door bolt...)
Then, think of a way to eliminate all the unsafe factors!