It was dark and bright again, Feng Rong found himself in a quiet room, and there was no one around him, obviously it was a team form, but he suddenly couldn't get the minister who was assistant Lin frowned a little unprepared, and only after a moment did he calm down and look at the environment he was in.

This is a room of about ten square meters, like the kind of cheap rental in the eighties and nineties, only a lonely room, no toilet and bathroom, a desk, a bed, two stools, has occupied the whole space, look at the hanging clothes, here should be a young man, a lot of daily necessities, even the quilt is messily piled on the bed, as if the owner of the room is just temporarily out, will return later. The spiritual sense was undoubtedly blocked again, but it was not like the previous formation barrier, Feng Rong touched the wall, wondering what special materials had been added to it—but where is this Mingjing Resort?

Feng Rong was worried about Lin Yingkong, although he had doubts in his heart, but he still went to open the door as soon as possible, not surprisingly, the door really couldn't be opened, there was a keyhole on the door, but there was no key around, Feng Rong looked out through the crack in the door, and could only see another door in the dim vision on the opposite side, with the words "302" on the paint brush, the handwriting was crooked, dark red, like undried bloodstains. Feng Rong took a step back and tried to attack the door, but the power released by it was swallowed silently, he raised his eyebrows, turned to the window and opened the curtains, but what he saw was a wall made of red bricks, the same attack was ineffective, Feng Rong looked back and looked around the room, and the incandescent lamp hanging from a wire dragged his shadow slowly - was this to let him escape from this secret room?

Since it can be solved with skills, Feng Rong has no intention of going out violently, he estimates that the same group of people may have been scattered to various secret rooms, so he is much more relieved about Lin Yingkong's current situation, after all, his assistant can basically use his brain and not use his hands.

There are no living creatures in the room except him, no one can ask, Feng Rong can only rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find the key, looking for it but found a diary in the desk, the handwriting is beautiful and neat, the front looks like some trivial things, Feng Rong turned directly to the back, the handwriting on the back few pages is obviously messed up, and there is a sense of panic between the lines, he found a pencil and marked the sentences that need attention.

"July 5, 1992, overcast. Xiao Min of 302 said that Rui Rui did not commit suicide because she couldn't go to school, but was pushed down, I asked her who did it, but she said that it was not human...... What could that be? Xiao Min refused to say,"

"July 9, 1992, light rain. 401's Uncle Ning died, everyone said that he was old, but I don't know if it was my delusion, I think Uncle Ning's death is very weird, who will show such a frightened expression when he dies?"

"On July 11, 1992, it turned cloudy. Uncle Ning's eldest daughter is gone, today should be the day to send Uncle Ning to the funeral, she had just finished falling out with her brothers because of the funeral money, so her family thought she was sneaking, but why didn't she take her luggage?"

"July 12, 1992, cloudy. I saw Uncle Ning's eldest daughter's shoes on the rooftop, surrounded by liquid that looked like blood and some strange symbols...... What does that mean? I'm a little scared. ”

"July 14, 1992, overcast. Aunt Lin of 101 is also gone, and the last time I saw her was when she said that she was going to dry the quilt on the rooftop, but there was no one on the rooftop, and the symbols, shoes and blood I saw before were gone. ”

"July 16, 1992, showers. Aunt Lin hasn't been found yet, 404's Uncle Li is also missing, he is very withdrawn, if it weren't for the landlord's rent urging, everyone doesn't know when they would find out, although they are muttering that a big man can't be easily seen, but it can be seen that they are also very uneasy, I kind of want to go to the rooftop to see, but Xiao Min doesn't allow me to go, but he doesn't tell me the reason. ”

"July 18, 1992, heavy rain. Two days...... Something will happen every two days.,My premonition was fulfilled.,204's Zhang Nan slipped out in the middle of the night to play a game and didn't come back.,His parents found his thumb at the entrance of the building.,The police said they didn't know if he offended someone.,Fingers were cut off and people were arrested...... I suspect there's something hidden in the building, from the rooftop to the building, it's ...... Move!"

"July 20, 1992, light rain. The rain hasn't stopped for many days, 201's Heng Tsai is missing, and those who are missing have not been recovered, and I think they are all dead. ”

"July 21, 1992, moderate rain. I told Xiao Min my speculation and insisted on going to the rooftop to investigate, because since Rui Rui jumped off the rooftop, the building has become unpeaceful. Xiao Min still stopped me, she said, Wu Zheng, don't go, the devil is there. She wouldn't say anything but that, I don't know whether to trust her or not, I just know that I'm scared. ”

"July 22, 1992, overcast. The rain finally stopped, I went to the old people nearby and asked, they said, the devil will only appear in the place of great evil, if not, then it can only be summoned by someone, in the building, who is summoning the devil?"

"July 23, 1992, overcast. The rich brother of 301 got up early in the morning and disappeared from the toilet, less than a month, two people died in the building, six people died without seeing the corpse, the police ran back and forth, there was no good news, everyone was a little broken, and wanted to move away, but how to leave for a while? Xiao Min lives alone, I am worried that something will happen to her, but I am also thinking, will it be me next?"

"July 24, 1992, showers. Xiao Min is gone! Why! It's been less than two days, has it changed the law?!"

"July 25, 1992, showers. In Xiao Min's room, I saw its eyes, red, those were devil's eyes! What about Xiao Min, is Xiao Min dead?!"

"July 26, 1992, heavy rain. No one is missing today, but I have a hunch that it's going to be my turn, and it's staring at me...... No, I can't sit still. ”

The diary is over here, and even the last word "killed" has not been written to the last stroke, I don't know if it is too hurried or not a chance to write, the handwriting on it is still new, and even the chair maintains a posture of being picked up and pulled away, as if it is not long after the owner of the diary, Wu Zheng, leaves, Feng Rong habitually wants Lin Yingkong to check the record in 1992, and then thinks that this may be just a game back \/ Jing, but he still looked at the position at hand in a trance, in fact, he had long been accustomed to having a person next to him who never left, and it was also because he was too used to it, so he didn't pay attention to it, or he didn't want to pay attention.

But he has nothing to regret now, not every affection will not be disappointed, six years ago he was definitely not more peaceful and natural than now, and now he and Lin Yingkong are also complete, as for the future...... See again in the future.

After flipping through the diary, he stuffed it into his backpack after making sure that there was no mezzanine, and continued to find the key to it, but unfortunately he could confirm that the environment here was indeed a replica of the nineties, and other useful things...... Feng Rong took a black and white photo for a while, the photo is a man and a woman in their early twenties, the man looks a little shy, the clothes are simple but very clean, the woman's dress is obviously more fashionable, the whole person's temperament is slightly gloomy, the eyes under the rimless glasses always feel that people look hairy, Feng Rong suspects that this is Wu Zheng and Xiao Min, judging from the description in the diary, the relationship between the two of them should be good.

Feng Rong unzipped his backpack and put the photo into the mezzanine, at this time, a trace of movement in the corridor outside the door was suddenly amplified in the silent room, and Feng Rong suddenly tensed his nerves - outside, why are there footsteps?

The footsteps are not heavy, but they are not the lightness of the aliens, it seems to be just an ordinary person, the frequency of landing is very cautious, as if he is afraid of alarming something, Feng Rong turned into a long whip, silently sticking to the door to slow down his breathing, although this door can stop his people, but it can't stop the transmission of sound, he heard the footsteps paused in three places, and one of them stayed in front of the 302 door on the opposite side for a while, and finally stopped in front of the room where Feng Rong was, and didn't leave.

Through a door, Feng Rong also smelled a faint smell of blood, which was not a good omen, and when he was thinking about whether this was a person in the game party or a "person" in this building, the slight sound of metal collision outside made Feng Rong stunned for a moment, could it be...... Sure enough, the next moment there was the sound of the key inserting into the lock hole, and with a soft "click", the seal flashed to the position behind the door against the wall, and the door was slowly pushed open.

The person who came seemed to be vigilant about the surrounding environment, and after pushing the door open, he waited for almost a minute before he raised his foot and stepped in, and Feng Rong, who had been maintaining the same movement, shot suddenly, but suddenly withdrew his hand before the whip strangled the other party's neck, and the long whip swirled and brushed past the other party's ear, and the fine hair was swept up by the strong wind, and the person who came stopped, raised his hands to indicate harmlessness, "Minister Dark, it's me." ”

"Xing Jun?!" sealed the face unexpectedly.

Xing Jun flipped the bunch of keys in his hand and smiled, "It seems that my luck is still good." ”

Feng Rong's expression was not as relaxed as his, "Are you injured?" After approaching, the blood qi was even more obvious to those who had experienced the war.

"Well, a little injury, it's been treated. Xing Jun raised his hand and signaled, the clothes on the outside of his arm were indeed stained with blood, not much, but he was more willing to quickly find a chair and sit down, feeling relieved, "It's not easy to finally meet a living person." ”

"What attacked you?" Feng Rong frowned, "Where's Bian Hai?"

Xing Jun smiled bitterly, "He didn't follow up." ”