Chapter 1: wake up

Luo Jian had that dream again, the all-round master on campus that he often dreamed of. There was always a man who could not see his face in the dream and kept talking to him. Luo Jian worked hard to keep his eyes wide open to see the other person's face clearly, and he also worked hard to focus his attention to hear what the other person said. But all this is futile.
It ’s just that the same dream has been done too much. There is always such a doubt in my heart, eager to get an answer, eager to reach out, but your hands are empty, and you get nothing.
Then Luo Jian woke up, just like he opened his eyes every morning in his bed with a bit of helplessness. The first few seconds were almost blank, and soon after, he realized Something is wrong.
This was not his own bed, nor was it his own room.
So Luo Jian quickly and quickly got up from the bed, puzzled, and watched the surrounding environment vigilantly. He found himself in a dilapidated small room less than twenty square meters, the kind of obvious 80s old house, with a window and a door, and a dim chandelier on the ceiling above his head. There is only a single bed and a writing desk in this small room.
Simple to monotonous, with no equipment except the bed and table. It was just that this room looked a bit out of sync, and it seemed that Luo Jian did not notice where it was out of sync, so Luo Jian had to sit on the bed, and gave a little stun to God, and then quickly thought of the problem. Key-where is this?
The last memory is that he went home from work as usual, finished dinner, took a bath, wrote down the work schedule for tomorrow, and went to bed on time. His standard working schedule like a robot has not changed for ten years, but why did he When I woke up the next morning, appeared in this inexplicable room?
Luo Jian couldn't think of any more. He only felt that the room was small, so small that he felt a little suffocated. He stood up and walked to the only door in the room, a crimson door made of heavy wood. The door looked very old. There was an iron doorknob on it. Luo Jian reached out and held the doorknob, twisted it hard, but the doorknob remained motionless.
what happened? Am I locked up?
Luo Jian pulled the doorknob hard, whether it was pushed forward or backward, or even pushed left and right, the door remained motionless, as if it was poured into the wall by molten iron. Luo Jian was stunned again for a while. He knocked on the door hard. He felt that there should be someone outside, so he shouted:
"Hello? Is anyone outside ?! Why are you locked up here ?!"
No response. The room was as dead as silence. Luo Jian put his ears against the door and tried to listen to the sound outside, but for a long time, he could not hear the sound of the breeze flowing in the air.
So Luo Jian was a little panicked. He felt chilly on his back, and cold sweat came out of his forehead. He asked himself what was going on? Am I kidnapped? Who got fainted and shut here? But even if it ’s really a kidnapping, you have to ransom? You need to ask the phone numbers of your close ones, so that you can make a blackmail?
But nothing. No one came and no sound.
Luo Jian took a deep breath. He felt that he should be calm. Perhaps people outside were still discussing how much ransom to get from him, so he would not be in charge for a while. He must be panicking too much. He just had to wait. That's it.
So Luo Jian tried to calm his mood. He walked to the only window in this room and opened the thick dark gray curtains. Sure enough, the window had been sealed and the glass was intact. But the opening outside was welded to death with a hard iron sheet, and the scenery outside was completely invisible, only the iron sheet with a metallic luster.
Luo Jian sighed unconsciously, and closed the curtain again, and he understood that he was now in a completely closed room. It blocks all contact with the outside world, like a small animal in a cage, maybe not even a small animal in a cage.
Luo Jian took a step back and left the window, but soon he turned around again, and he found that a prominent place in the room was the wall next to the window, which was almost the same as his sight. Position, pinned with a tack—a piece of paper.
A note with a purple pattern on the bottom right.
The dense and densely written text on the pen above was obviously left to the only living creature in this secret room, leaving a note for Luo Jian.
Luo Jian immediately stepped forward, and without pulling the pin, he just pulled the note off the wall, and the beautiful pen word came into his eyes.
[Dear candidate, Mr. Luo Jian. 】
The first line of words made Luo Jian puzzled. What is called the chosen person? And the other party obviously knew his name and knew his identity, but he didn't have time to think more and had to keep reading:
[You must be confused about your current situation, but I regret that I ca n’t tell you more. There is only one major thing you need to do now. Please find a way to leave this closet within an hour. Or you will be obliterated. 】
"What do you mean? What does it mean will be obliterated?" Luo Jian looked inexplicably confused, but the obliteration on the note and the shocking content made him continue to look at it bit by bit;
[In order not to create a new murder in the back room, I will give you a reminder:]
[First; within an hour, the moment you wake up with your eyes open, there is an alarm clock on the writing desk, and twelve to one o'clock marked by the hour hand is the total time you can use. 】
[Second; The only door that can leave this closet is the door. Don't count on the window unless you want to die. 】
[Third; this is not a joke. 】
【the above. After the prompt, good luck! 】
There is only so much content on the note, and a piece of paper flutters lightly, but Luo Jian feels that it is just as heavy. He took the note and walked to the only writing desk in the room. There was indeed a circle on it. For the small alarm clock, the hour hand points to 12 o'clock, but the minute hand points to the scale of 8. This means that 8 minutes have passed since he woke up to now.
Leave this secret room within an hour, otherwise it will be obliterated.
"This is obviously a joke!" Luo Jian thought it was nonsense, but the erasure on the note made him feel uneasy. He dropped the note and walked back to the door, and pushed the door again. As usual, Luo Jian was panicking, no matter whether the note was true or not, it was good to think of a way to escape here within an hour, and he really didn't like being locked up in this closed small room. It's so suffocating in space.
So Luo Jian lowered his head and looked at the door again. There is a keyhole on the door handle, indicating that it can be opened with a key. It is likely that it was locked by someone from outside. If the key is hidden somewhere in the room, it will be returned. OK, if not, then Luo Jane has to think of other ways to open this door.
Luo Jian returned to the writing desk. Except for the small round alarm clock, there were only a few 138 reading books on the table. The skin was very thick, but it was strange that the books were all in foreign languages. Understood, Luo Jian turned it around casually, and found it worthless, so he put it in a corner.
The writing desk had four drawers. The top one had a keyhole. Luo Jian twitched and found that it was locked, so he gave up. Then he opened the second one, which contained a black leather notebook. Luo Jian flipped I noticed that only the first few pages were written, and the back was blank, so I didn't think it would take much time, so I simply read it.
The first page reads: "My left side is the curved reflection of the deceased." Luo Jian read it unconsciously as he looked. There was only one line of this page. He subconsciously looked at his left side, only one side was white. The walls, but the white paint is almost gone, revealing the traces of the red tiles.
Luo Jian suddenly felt a little cold on his back, so he turned to the next page and continued to say, "The murderer buried the weapon with himself."
baffling! Luo Jian shook his head, opened the third page, and continued to read the words to himself: "Oh my God, God will never forgive me for what I do ... what does this mean?"
Luo Jian couldn't understand it, but the third page wrote two lines of characters, and the second line was written at the bottom of the page. The four big words written in red were shocking:
"I killed him!"
Luo Jian frowned, turning the fourth page; a blank page, the fifth page; a blank page, the sixth page; a blank ... Finally, he went all the way to the last page, and finally saw the word again, a distorted sentence: "Would you like to go out?"
Then there was nothing.
"What is this ?!" Luo Jian was inexplicable, but these short sentences made him irritable for a while. So he threw his notebook to the ground with a shake of his hand. He pulled out the third drawer, which contained a pair of scissors and a steel wire, and a ball-point pen. It's open, but unfortunately Luo Jian is not.
So Luo Jian flipped through the last drawer.
Inside is an awl and ... a gun.
Luo Jian was stunned for a while before reaching out to take out the gun. It was quite heavy in the palm of his hand. From the perspective of structural quality, it was obviously not fake or model. Luo Jian was the first time to touch To the real gun, this made his hand holding the gun tremble slightly. Luo Jian studied the gun a little bit, and it took a long time to unload the bullet clip. After a pause, he found that there was only one bullet inside.
Why is there a gun? Luo Jian quickly thought of this problem. The domestic control of firearms is very strict. Unless you are a police officer with a police officer ’s license or a bodyguard with a gun license, even if you have a gun license, you have to get a permit to fire. It is a rare and strange thing, and now there is such a gun in front of Luo Jian, black, unrecognizable model, real. 2k novel reading network