Chapter 1 (2/2)

[first, within an hour, it means that from the moment you open your eyes to wake up, there is an alarm clock on the writing desk, which is marked with 12 **To one * * is all the time you can use. 】

[Second, the only way to get out of this chamber is through the door. Don't count on the window unless you want to die. 】

[Third, it's not a joke. 】

[above. The tip is over. Good luck! 】

there is only so much content on the note. It's a piece of paper, but Luo Jian thinks it's just like a thousand catties. He takes the note and goes to the only desk in the room. There is a small round alarm clock on it. The hour hand points to 12 * *, but the minute hand points to the scale of 8. This means that eight minutes have passed since he woke up just now.

Leave this chamber in an hour or you'll be wiped out.

”This is clearly a joke.” Luo Jian thinks that this is nonsense, but the obliteration on the note made him feel uneasy. He left the note and went back to the door, pushed the door again, and still remained motionless. Luojian was flustered. No matter what the note said was true or false, it would be good to find a way to escape from here within an hour. He did not like being locked in such a closed small place In the space, it's suffocating.

So Luo Jian lowered her head and looked at the door again. There was a keyhole on the handle, which indicated that it could be opened with a key. It was likely that someone locked it from the outside. If there was a key hidden somewhere in the room, it would be OK. If not, then she would have to think of other ways to open the door.

Luo Jian went back to her desk. There were only a few books piled up randomly on the desk except for the small round alarm clock. The cover was very thick, but it was strange that all the books were in foreign languages. The dense tadpole script was like a heavenly script. Luo Jian flipped through it at random and found that it was not of any value, so she put them in a corner.

There are four drawers in the writing desk. The top one has a key hole. Luo Jian twitches and finds that it is locked, so she gives up. Then he opens the second one. There is a black notebook in it. Luo Jian turns around and finds that there are only a few pages of writing on the front and a large blank behind. She thinks it will not take much time, so she simply reads it once 。

The first page says, ”on my left is the curved reflection of the dead.” Luo Jian read it out unconsciously. There was only one line on this page. He subconsciously looked at his left side. There was only one white wall, but the white paint had almost fallen off, revealing traces of red bricks and tiles.

Luo Jian suddenly felt a chill on her back, so she turned to the next page and continued to read: ”the murderer buried the murder weapon with himself.”

I don't know why! Luo Jian shook her head, opened the third page, and continued to read out the words to herself: ”my God! God won't forgive me for what I did What does that mean? ”

Luo Jian can't understand it, but there are two lines on the third page. The second line is at the bottom of the page. There are four startling characters written in red ink:

”I killed him!”

Luo Jian frowned and turned to page four; a blank, page five; a blank, page six; a blank Finally, I turned all the way to the last page. Finally, I saw the word again. A twisted question: ”do you want to go out?”

And then there was nothing.

”What kind of shit is this?” Luo Jian is simply baffled, but these short sentences make him feel restless. So he threw the notebook to the ground. He took out the third drawer, which contained a pair of scissors, a steel wire and a ball point pen. It was very good. If he was a thief who was a good at unlocking the door, he would be able to open the door, but it's a pity that Luo Jian is not.

So Jane went through the last drawer.

Inside is an awl and A gun.

After a long time of inaction, Luo Jian reached out and took out the gun. It was quite heavy in the palm of her hand. Judging from the structural quality, it was obviously not a fake or model. It was the first time that Luo Jian felt the real gun, which made his hand shaking slightly. Luo Jian studied the gun a little, and after a long time to remove the clip, he found that there was only one bullet in it.

Why are there guns? Luo Jian quickly thought of this problem. The domestic control of firearms is very strict. Unless you are a policeman with a police officer's certificate or a bodyguard with a gun certificate, even if you have a gun license, you have to get a firing permit. Guns are rare in this country. Now there is such a gun in front of Luo Jian, which is black, can't recognize the model and is real.

The author has something to say: will it be very cold to write new articles at this time? Meow