Chapter 4 (1/2)

It took a long time for Luo Jian to wake up from the chaos. He lay stiff on the bed and sat up after a trance for a while. After a slow look around him, he found himself in his room.

Outside the window, the sky was gray and bright, and the electronic clock sign on the bedside table was now 6:45, an early morning.

Luo Jane stayed for a while, suddenly lowered her head and touched her abdomen. There was no wound, no blood, no pain. Luo Jian only felt that his mind was in a state of chaos. He got up from his bed and ran to the window to open it. A cool air came in and threw it on his face. There were several old people walking in the street outside in the morning, which was no different from usual.

It's not a closed, narrow room, but his own home.

”I'm dreaming?” Luo Jian talks to herself, but she can't help but feel a sigh of relief. If it is really just a dream, it would be great. Although the dream is so horrible that he sweats, he really realizes the illusion of death. In the dream, Luo Jian almost touches the cold hands of the God of death.

But it was just a dream. Luo Jian comforts herself. He can't help but cover her chest. For a moment, when he woke up from his dream, he really thought he was dead. It was such a real scene that Luo Jian could clearly recall every detail, as if he had just experienced it.

Jane left her bedroom and went to the living room. As a single man, Luo Jian's room can not be regarded as clean, but fortunately, his daily life still has a concept of ”clean”, so he won't make his own room particularly disordered. The small bread bought in the cake shop last night was stacked on the dining table, hot water pots and cups, as well as the bowl of instant noodles. All the things were put in their original position without excessive movement Nothing.

Luo Jian instinctively found her own recharged mobile phone from the sofa, and looked at the time and date again. It is true that today, there is nothing to wake up and find that she has slept for two or three days, a week, a month or even longer.

I was too nervous. Luo Jian said to herself silently in her heart that it has passed. It is definitely a dream. Forget it, luojian!

Taking a deep breath, Luo Jian goes into the kitchen and plans to turn over the refrigerator. He remembers that he has prepared a lot of stored grain, which can be used to make fried rice with eggs or other things to eat. He woke up in the morning feeling hungry, very hungry, as if he had not eaten for two or three days.

However, when I touched the handle of the refrigerator, I couldn't help being stunned.

There was something on the door of the refrigerator that should not have appeared. I don't know who pasted a piece of paper on the door of the refrigerator. It was pasted in a very obvious position, which was in line with Luo Jian's horizon. He looked up and saw it.

A piece of paper printed with purple pattern in the lower right corner.

Luo Jian's face turned white and white. He felt that his fingertips were shaking. His body seemed to be under some kind of spell. He was so stiff that he could hardly move. It was a long time before he escaped from this terrible state. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down. He reached out to pull the note off the refrigerator door. Then he looked down and saw that there was still beautiful steel on it Words:

[Dear Mr. Luo Jian:]

[congratulations on your successful completion of the first hurdle. 】

[we will reward you for your outstanding performance, which is not the only one. Because every time you escape the secret room and return to reality, we will give different rewards. Of course, you have the right to choose to give up the reward, but after giving up the reward, whether you can survive in the next level is worth your consideration. 】

[P: the prize is in the drawer of your desk. 】

[the next appointment day will be in the night of ten days. Please keep in good mental state and go to sleep. Good luck! 】

after reading the note silently, Luo Jian was silent for a moment and turned to look at the back of the note. This time, nothing was written on the back of the note, which was pure white.

”It's not a dream.”

With a sneer, Luo Jian tore the note into pieces, and then threw it into the garbage can. He went back to his desk in his room and opened the drawer of his desk. There were only a few books and reports in the drawer. In addition, as the note said, there was a small gift.

A knife.

”I thought it would be a gun.” Luo Jian takes out the short knife in the drawer. To be exact, it should be a saber, about 20 cm long. The handle is black, and the blade is black. I don't know what material it is. It doesn't reflect light. There is no hand guard. It comes with a leather scabbard that can be tied to the waist. There is no leather buckle on the scabbard. That is to say, as long as Luo Jian is a little proficient, she can quickly get rid of it with the force of * * Pull out the sword from its sheath, and then attack or defend at a speed that the enemy can't imagine. It's commonly known as tactical assault knife.