Chapter 2: Homicide (1/2)

Chapter 2: Houn without too much consideration because, in the end, he refused to use it He was afraid of such a weapon, so he soleun back on the desk, and soon after, he picked up another item from the drawer, the awl

An aas normally used to repair shoes It could drill holes, and in all, it was a very sharp instru it from all sides, then he placed it on top of the desk as well He placed everything he found inside the drawers on top of the desk, but none of these iteun to shoot directly at the door handle, but doing so was soun before; besides, he still held so his own accuracy In particular, there was only one bullet in the gun If Luo Jian were to be slightly careless, he would never get a second chance

Which is why he had to think of other ways to open the door

Maybe I should see if there’s anything inside this locked drawer? Luo Jian narrowed in on the very top drawer of the four drawers

He had tried opening it before, but it was locked However, this lock seems much easier to pry open than that impenetrable door

But reality proved that Luo Jian was no lock-picking genius He used an awl, a wire, so he could find, but he still couldn’t open the da with the locked drawer, and instead, directly went to pry open the locked door But doing that wasn’t any better The keyhole was surely trying to oppose hiht with him; it was just the worst!

Nevertheless, Luo Jian also discovered that the keyhole to this door was not quite similar to ordinary ones The dark, round keyhole was rather large,this door should also be just as large

Luo Jian half-knelt on the floor and looked through the inside of the huge keyhole As expected, he couldn’t see anything, but the dark hole gave Luo Jian the creeps He stood up and took a step back, carefully scrutinizing the door once again The crimson painted door looked rather odd in this cramped room The iron door handle was rusted and tarnished, as if so time

Luo Jian’s first impression about this door was that it was old, but the wooden door had no ht about it for a an to scratch at the door, trying to createunexpected happened to Luo Jian; no matter how hard the sharp awl in his hand scraped at the door, it wasn’t able to leave a single mark on it, not even a tiny scratch

What kind of strange ic has been put on this damned door? Was there any kind of special material Luo Jian hasn’t heard of?

Luo Jian bit his lip and flung the awl in his hand far away That tool couldn’t do anything for hiressively kicked at the door in front! He didn’t pause for one s and continued attacking the door, constantly generating a loud noise from the impact

However, the door remained untouched Luo Jian felt that his feet were numb

“fuck! fuck this!1” Luo Jian finally couldn’t resist using profanity What exactly is this fucking thing that’s so strong? He repeatedly hit it for such a long time, but it didn’t even have any cracks; is it even made of wood?!

Luo Jian suddenly became excited! No! Maybe he suddenly became terrified! The narrow, locked room was so quiet, he could clearly hear the sound of his own heartbeat The fear in his heart was like a serpent that finally woke up after being dorlided across the apex of Luo Jian’s heart, sti of his teeth

This sudden rise in terror made Luo Jian feel afraid, but it also un on the desk, and copying what he learned frouns on television, he aimed the muzzle at the crimson wooden door But soon after, Luo Jian abandoned this erous action

There was only one reason for his giving up If the door was so sturdy to the point that bullets couldn’t even penetrate it, there’s a high probability that the bullet would ricochet in this small room, and then the bullet would e hole in Luo Jian’s body, which would make him die for a ridiculous reason, and Luo Jian didn’t want that kind of thing to happen

Luo Jian gripped his gun and sat down on the ground He paused for a moment, then all of a sudden, he subconsciously looked at the alar desk The hour and minute hands visibly marked 12:22

The note with the purple flower pattern explicitly gave him a time limit of one hour, and so far, Luo Jian did not knohether so a prank on hi too far Luo Jian weighed the gun in his hand This was definitely genuine

Although Luo Jian had never used a firearerly introduced him to uns, moreover, Luo Jian also did not listen carefully to the uish between a genuine and a fake There were distinct differences between the loading and unloading of ht

Luo Jian was troubled for a lumly put the pistol back on the desk, then squatted down to search for the note with the purple flower pattern, the note that he thren on the ground after reading Very soon, he found it near the foot of the bed; he picked it up and re-read the beautifully written cursive words There weren’t any peculiarities He carefully scrutinized the purple flower ht-hand corner of the note The flower pattern reseendary Flower of hell

The bright red color was the sy an ominous separation of blood and death But on this note, the red hell Flower became purple

The Equinox Lily3

It blossomed for a thousand years, it withered for a thousand years, the flowers and leaves would never meet for all eternity4

The sentiments were not preordained, but its fate was forever destined for life or death

Theon its end He flipped over the note to see its back in order to check whether there was anything written behind it Because this closed roootten this crucial detail

Sure enough, there was so written on the back of the note:

【In 1989, a homicide occurred in this chamber The murderer killed a man in the small apartment he rented Traces of blood remained, and theand doors were locked But the corpse, the weapon, and the killer hi】

It was short and simple, but Luo Jian knew that these were some so-called clues He looked up and carefully continued to observe the narrow room he was in This room was obviously a couple of years old Many places on the white walls were off-colored, large areas were cracking, exposing red brick underneath, the as old and painted yellow, the glass was cracked, the corner and the edges werea few pieces, but thethe

The dark curtains hung on soiven time Luo Jian repeatedly yanked at the curtains, then sneezed; the dust was heavy He squatted down and took a look under the bed; it was also covered in layers of dust The bed he was just laying down on was clean The sheets seeed, for they shi+ned a pure white It felt like one of those monotone beds in the hospital wards

Luo Jian checked the bed co