Chapter 150: Time Corridor (9)

"An unintentional beast is a wonderful adjective," Luo Jian said to the clown. "The protagonist is hurt and abandoned by the one he loves, so he defines the other party as an unintentional beast, thinking that his heart has been taken by him or her."
The clown had just emerged from the infinite darkness, and was still in shock. He heard Luo Jian's speech still inexplicable. He took a letter from Luo Jian and looked at him and asked him, "Why are you so sure? Maybe something else the meaning of."
"Because there are only so many clues given to me by the Chamber of Secrets, I can only think so."
Luo Jian sighed. "But this hero is also a fool."
"Why is he a fool?" The clown looked at the letter for a long time.
"Because something is written on the back of this letter."
The clown paused, hurriedly turned over, and looked at the back of the letter, stating a strange string of addresses: Red Gate Residents, 4th Floor, No. 10, Street. Time: 12 o'clock on July 14.
"What does this mean?" The clown didn't understand the address, but he thought there was something wrong with the address.
"Tell us where the door to the backroom is."
Luo Jian said, and touched another thing from the corpse. A rusty key was placed in the trouser pocket of his clothes. Luo Jian took the key and watched it in his hand, then shoved it in. In your own pocket.
"Where is the door to the secret room?" The clown was still confused.
"Isn't it written on the letter?" Luo Jian said, and he continued to look for the corpse. He got an old-fashioned pointer watch from the corpse's hand. The watch was still in operation. Luo Jian looked The time on the watch, said, "10 residents on the 4th floor red door, that door is there."
"But we are on the negative floor, is the red door on the negative fourth floor the exit?" The clown always thought it was not that simple.
Luo Jian shook his head: "Of course it can't be a negative building. We have to go up, go to the positive floor, and open the door on the fourth floor, because the key obtained on the corpse may only be himself. The keys to the house. "
"This is obviously impossible. We can't go to the positive floor at all. No matter how we go up, it's always the negative first floor." The clown has tried to go up before, but he couldn't get back.
"Of course, you can go up, as long as it is at the right time. We can make an analogy. This strange staircase is a place similar to the space of different dimensions. This place must have an entrance. This entrance is naturally the first floor. The staircase to the negative first floor; then, what has changed so that this staircase becomes the entrance to hell? "
Luo Jian swings the worn watch in his hand towards the clown. The time on the watch is 11:45 pm.
The hands of the watch ticked slowly, Luo Jian continued: "The time written on the letter is the traditional ghost festival, the day when the ghost door opens, at 12 o'clock on July 14th, at 00:00, the ghost door opens. "
"You mean, the ghost door is open, can we go up?"
"The setting of this secret room should be like this." Luo Jian thought for a while, "the trigger condition for the ghost door to open during the three-hour period of three hours has passed. If the player correctly understands the secret room at this time to give the player Information, players can easily find clues, walk up the endless stairs, and escape from this back room. "
"Conversely, if the player does not find the clue correctly, and walks down the stairs aimlessly, he will never walk out, is that right?" The clown touched his chin: "I suppose you wouldn't With the skill of spiritualism, we have to go to the opened door layer by layer, and endure the harassment and attacks of various ghosts during the period. We will waste a lot of time, and we may spend almost three hours in the back room. The door opened by the plot lover was found more than half of the time. After entering, he had to be trapped by dark illusion for half a day, and then he could find clues. By that time, the three-hour time was estimated to have bottomed out. "
"It's almost like this. According to the routine of normal players, this secret room is actually very difficult." Luo Jian said, he couldn't help scratching his head: "But my joining seems to make all this become It's too simple, hopefully it won't have any bad consequences. "
"It's really too simple. When I met you, I went all the way, this speed! I can't believe it!" The clown exclaimed, "To know that my escape from the back room must be a death or a life. The skin can come out. "
"If we go out too early, we will find clues in the back room." Luo Jian frowned, in fact he has affected the result of the back room escape to a certain extent, the urine of the back room has never been willing Seeing that the players escaped from the closet too easily and comfortably, the will of the closet can hardly wait for the feeling that every player can die in the closet.
"Can't you go out too early?" The clown had no opinion. "As long as you don't make it to the end and you can't go out."
Luo simply laughed: "Let's do something interesting."
I do n’t know if Luo Jian ’s words are ambiguous or misunderstood. The clown suddenly blushed, although he could n’t see it on his powder-stained and blood-stained cheek, but he was embarrassed and twisted his body. Luo Jianjiao said with a puffy voice: "Dwarf oil, I don't have any opinion, but you ... really do?"
Luo Jian suddenly felt that he couldn't maintain the calmness on the surface. He twitched the corner of his mouth, and transformed the weapon into a stick again. He continued to knock on the clown's head a few times, only knocking the clown all over his head. Bag, holding his head and yelling.
"No more playing with treasure! I just want to try your skills!" Luo Jian shocked the stick in his hand with great force, and pointed the stick at the clown. "How is your strength?" Let me see. "
"Well? But I can't see anything, aren't I weak?" The clown said innocently.
"Don't talk nonsense, this place is dark and black, even if you can see it, it may not be useful." Luo Jian did not know what he thought of, and he said to the clown slightly: "You can rank first in the ranking, it seems Strength is not built. "
The clown suddenly stopped talking, and he was silent for a while, and seemed to want to justify: "You're wrong, that's just the same name as me."
"There are so many people in the world whose name is just one word and they are all called" Hong ", the probability is too low."
Luo Jian suddenly shakes the stick in his hand and pulls it towards the clown. The clown jumps very well and dodges, and then jumps to the back. He raised his hands in surrender and said, "Don't do that! I really can't beat you now."
"That's not necessarily." Luo Jian said. He twisted his neck and felt his current body, which was too small. The body was too short compared to the body of an adult, causing his vision to drop severely. In addition, the physical strength of the body is relatively weak, and the strength is too small. It also makes the body have a strange sense of incoordination. Although Luo Jian's ability will not decrease, but he is not used to this frame will bring a little inconvenience to his battle.
However, Luo Jian did not flinch. He felt that he needed a battle to boil himself, forget those bad memories, and use blood and fighting to help himself out of the darkness in his heart. That is what Luo Jian urgently needs now, no matter Who brought this to him was Luo briefly.
The clown over there sighed helplessly and said aggrievedly, "Yuan Yuan shoes will only bully me."
After he finished speaking, he touched himself for a long time before he found a scalpel. He put his hands in a shabby posture, but he couldn't put it right for a long time. His posture was like a monkey show, and it was shaking. Shaking, feeling down all the time, seeing that Luo Jian began to twitch at the corners of his eyes, Luo Jian simply said: "Are you bluffing me?"
The clown over there was crying, "I really can't fight!"
"Then how did you live till now?" Luo Jian shook the Shaolin stick in his hand and poked him with a stick.
The clown shook his body weakly, and continued to say pitifully, "Tell you the truth, it is indeed me, but not me, on that list."
Luo Jian took back the Shaolin stick and frowned, "What do you mean?"
"My skills ... hmm, or my weapon, it's a bit strange." The clown touched his scalpel distressed, he said in pain: "I'm a student of a general medical school in the real world, studying surgery, It might be a surgeon on the operating table in the future, so I don't think it's strange to give me a scalpel ... but ... "
When Luo Jian saw that he was still talking, he asked, "Is there anything strange about that knife?"
"Look! It's like this ..." The clown suddenly changed his tone. He raised his scalpel and poked at his own temple severely. This change came too quickly, so that Luo Jian was caught off guard at that moment, he had no time to stop the clown, and watched in astonishment that he had stabbed the knife into his head.
The blood spewed out just like Luo Jian expected. The scene where the clown had a knife in his head was scary. Although Luo Jian was surprised, he thought that the clown should not be such a reckless person, so Not too surprised, he relaxed his emotions and waited silently.
The clown just stuck in his forehead / fell to the ground with a knife. After about ten minutes, the clown quickly got up again by himself. When he got up, his skin began to turn blue. Luo Jian lit his dim fire lamp and looked at the appearance of the clown. The look on the clown's face became very stiff. He slowly reached out and grabbed the knife on his head, and then the knife was pulled out by him.
"It's amazing. You're dead, but you don't seem to be dead." Luo Jian reached out and touched the clown's naked / exposed skin, which was already cold.
"That's it. As long as I kill myself with this knife, I won't be truly 'death', so whenever I meet danger and are dying, as long as I solve myself, I can Survive. "Said the clown, who crooked his neck and made a rattling sound of bones.
"And it ’s weird. I'm very powerful in this state. Sometimes I feel that my brain is occupied by another consciousness, and I think it's this consciousness of the weapon that has swallowed me up. Bad, though it does make me stronger. "
Luo Jian licked his dry lips and said softly, "Is this the reason for this weapon? Don't you know the specific capabilities of your weapon?"
"It's a scalpel." The clown said, when he said these words in a timid tone, without any expression on his face, like a simple saying, "The scalpel has many functions, and it can make my patients Resurrection. Similarly, it can also change some people. I can transform the human body, transform the physical quality, transform the personality memory, and transform the level of ability. This is its strongest power. "
"Remake ...?" Luo Jian's voice was lighter. "Will you remake yourself?"
"Maybe, in order to be able to live better." Clown said mechanically. 2k novel reading network