Chapter 10: Ghost Ship (3)

Feng Yulan felt particularly thirsty. He was a brother tossed by the dry feeling in his throat and pulled him up. His last memory stayed in the hospital at night. Since his injury improved, he no longer lives in a single ward. He was sent to a multi-person ward by his short and fat attending physician. The bed next door was sleeping and snoring. The uncle always made Feng Yulan awakened by his snores in countless nights.
But this time, Feng Yulan felt that she was sleeping fast, and she fell into a deep sleep. The snoring sound of the clinical uncle could not stop his drowsiness. Then, Feng Yulan had an absurd dream. In the dream, a clown with colorful clown makeup was dancing and dancing while laughing. The clown's laughter was awful, or ... the voice was very Strange, it feels like in the western mythology, witch laughing while stirring the crucible, the sharp and sharp laughter makes Feng Yulan's entire dreamland become bizarre and full of fear.
Then Feng Yulan woke up and woke up feeling very dry and thirsty.
Then he found that the environment he was in was a bit wrong. This is not a hospital. There are no white beds, no snoring patients, no bottle racks and flowers of sympathy. Everything seems so unnatural and horrifying.
Feng Yulan found herself in a very, very small, closed, dark environment where she could not see her fingers! How small is this space? To put it plainly, it feels like it was put in a coffin, or a coffin for a child who died, which is only half the size of an adult. Feng Yulan must curl her legs and curl up, using that kind of baby Posture in the mother's body.
After confirming his environment, Feng Yulan thought for a moment that he was still dreaming, and in the dream, he had a dream more absurd than the clown. Then Feng Yulan discovered that this was not a dream, he could feel the pain, after he squeezed his face fiercely.
"Maybe this is someone who made a joke to me." Feng Yulan said to himself, then raised his voice a little, and said loudly, "Hey! Outside, hurry up and let me out, I'm still a wounded!"
No response from outside.
Very quiet. After Feng Yulan closed her mouth without making any sound, Feng Yulan was more able to experience the feeling of silence, deadly silence, no sound, just hearing her own breathing, Hearing faster and faster heartbeats.
Feng Yulan realized the panic that was gradually rising in his heart. He took a deep breath and repeatedly said to himself: "Calm, calm, Feng Yulan, this is not worse than being beaten. I feel much better, it hurts when I was captive, and I almost died ... just ... "
Feng Yulan's self-talk stopped abruptly, he paused, and held out his hand awkwardly. In the small and dark environment, he felt a bit of trouble touching his back. When he was attacked on the street, the murderer He stabbed him with a knife, stabbed him on the back, rubbed his internal organs and stabbed his intestines, making him almost invisible to the sun of tomorrow.
The wound was painful every day. Feng Yulan could only lie on his side or lie on his stomach when he was sleeping. The pain of the wound kept tormenting his nerves. When he relaxed, the pain would make him more painful. wide awake.
But now, this wound is gone!
Feng Yulan's eyes widened unbelievably, even though he could see nothing in the dark. But the fingers touched smooth skin, smooth skin without any wounds, Feng Yulan put her hand on her waist, and was dull for a long time, and made a little confusion in her brain. It took me a long time to wonder: how to return thing?
A stab wound of that level cannot be cured by lying in the hospital for a few days. The doctor said that he had to stay in the hospital for at least half a month, but now the wound is gone, as if he had never appeared on him. In the same way, there are no scars left!
"I must still be dreaming!" Feng Yulan firmly believed that this was impossible. He closed his eyes and urged himself, "Wake up soon!"
But the bad dream didn't wake up, and Feng Yulan still stayed in this small and dark place, so narrow that he couldn't even turn around.
"I wouldn't be dead and put in a coffin, right?" Feng Yulan was frightened by his own thoughts, and then hesitantly said, "Even if it is dead, it won't be so bad, even a coffin. He also gave me a half-fold! It's so unpopular to lie down in such a narrow place! "
Feng Yulan was amused by himself, and the optimist drew his corner of the mouth, but it was too narrow to make him irritable, twisted, and hit the wooden boards around with his elbow. Then he felt under One thing.
A thin stick-like thing, because it was so dark and invisible, Feng Yulan could only touch it with his hand. The stick felt smooth and elastic. When Feng Yulan touched it, something flashed in her head, and she suddenly struck the stick hard. Soon, the blue environment shone with blue light.
"A ... light stick." Feng Yulan looked at the stick in her hand. This light stick is a little bigger and the light is brighter. He held the light stick to illuminate his environment. Although I do n’t know if he is really in the coffin, it is a narrow place. It's that rectangular thick wooden box.
And soon, Feng Yulan discovered something other than light sticks in this alley.
Feng Yulan, who was nailed in front of him, was facing his face, and he could see clearly by holding up the light stick. It was a piece of paper with a purple pattern printed on it, neatly written with a pen, which said:
[Dear Mr. Feng Yulan:]
[You are very lucky to receive my invitation. Welcome to the secret room. 】
[You must be upset or afraid of the environment you are in, but you have no time to be afraid. There are more important things waiting for you to do now. Please leave this small place where you are trapped within an hour. It is Being tightly sealed means that you don't have much oxygen to consume, which also means that you may suffocate to death. 】
[Of course you can choose to do nothing, your partner may save you, or he may not come. 】
[In order not to create a new murder in the back room, I will give you a reminder:]
[First, without tools, humans use their hands to create miracles. 】
[Second, the box that traps you is now at the bottom of countless boxes. 】
[Third, this is not a joke. 】
[Above, the prompt is over, good luck! 】
After reading the note, Feng Yulan first responded and wanted to scold her! I want to curse the person who wrote this note fiercely ... his ancestor eighteen generations! But then Feng Yulan suppressed his irrational thoughts. He knew it was impossible. No matter who the person was, he was trapped here for any purpose, but the sentence written on the note was correct. He The most important thing right now is to leave this box!
But how do you get out?
Feng Yulan touched all the corners of the box, there was only one light stick ... yes, there was only one light stick.
The box was thick to the touch, Feng Yulan knocked hard and felt the box tremble. Then he thought of the note on the note and trapped his box at the bottom of countless boxes, that is, above his head now. There are many same or different boxes stacked. If you open it from above, the end result is absolutely terrible, and the floor below is impossible. The rest is left and right.
When there are no tools, you need to open the box from the inside. The only way Feng Yulan can think of is to use her body, put her back against the side, bend her feet and step on the opposite side, and force the box to stand broken.
But this box made Feng Yulan feel very painful, because it was rectangular, the distance between the left and right sides was too narrow, Feng Yulan was lying, there was no way to cross her body, and the distance between the front and back sides was not long. In the short state, he couldn't get his feet straight, but he couldn't bend too hard. In this case, the force was not enough, and there wasn't enough strength to break the box.
"It's really bad!" Feng Yulan tossed for a long time and said in pain.
On the other side, Luo Jian also fell into a dilemma. After he opened the weird door, things that kept crashing behind the door slammed at him! The dim light in Luo Jian's hand didn't even have time to illuminate what the was it, he felt a dark shadow approaching him, the danger was approaching!
Luo Jian instinctively kicked over and kicked the thing that flung at him fiercely! The black shadow seemed to make a sharp, painful cry, and after a brief flight by Luo Jian, he flickered into the darkness. Luo Jian took a deep breath, and then took the short knife biting in his mouth, leaned back against the wall behind him, raised the oil lamp, raised all vigilance, and observed the surrounding environment.
Luo Jian had a hunch. He felt that the thing was still quietly spying on him, and he was ready to take a fatal blow to Luo Jian when he was not ready. What the is Luo Jian no longer willing to think about it, boss said that any kind of monster in the back room is not worthwhile, it may be a zombie in the biochemical crisis? Or a zombie? Or monsters in some science fiction movies, aliens? Even Sadako in the ghost movie?
"It would be terrible to see Sadako." Luo Jian said to himself and shook his head. "Fortunately, there is no TV set here."
But since it is a ghost ship, it should be a ghost, if not, at least it is a dark creature of the zombie type. Luo Jian was struggling to be vigilant while thinking. He knew that his hands were still shaking, and the knife in his hand was almost impossible to hold. Luo Jian knew that there was nothing worse than this in his life. 2k novel reading network