It's still a suburb of a small town, but it's already the other end of the city.

Midnight was in a house that was dilapidated to his family. He lay on the second floor of the house for an unknown amount of time, and finally woke up.

As soon as I woke up in the middle of the night, the first thing I felt was a burning pain in my back, and then I struggled to open my eyes.

"me, don't move, look at ......me," he said, propping himself up from the couch.

But before he could finish speaking, he found that there was no sign of the man in the small room where he was staying.

At this time, Ling Ye breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid of that unreasonable and violent flat-headed man.

He looked around the small, cluttered room and propped up his heavy, limp body.

After a short look, Ling Ye found that the door not far away was closed, and it looked like it was locked.

In the room, there was only a desk full of clutter and papers, and then a sofa under his ass.

And in the corner against the wall, an overbloated antique cabinet with a broken lock, and at most a chandelier in the center of the roof.

There wasn't even a clock, and Ling Ye scolded secretly.

He first walked to the iron gate, and tried to push it hard, but without surprise he did not push it open.

The pain was unbearable, and then Ling Ye began to try to find the painkillers that might exist in the house, plus clues and traces that could explain the situation at this time.

So, he went to the wooden table, swept the messy table, and decided to search the drawers first.

There were two drawers on the left and right sides of the table, and Ling Ye pulled them from the right side and opened them for the first time.

At first glance, there's only one thing inside – a classic revolver!

In the middle of the night, cold hairs stood on end all over his body, but his first reaction was to pick it up with his hands and eyes.

He looked at it with frightened eyes and stroking the object in his hand.

The Soyuz's M500 revolver, with a gun length of 457 mm, a height of 165 mm, a caliber of 12.7 mm, and a bullet kinetic energy of up to 3517 joules, is known as the "pistol" and "king of pistols".

These materials flashed in Ling Ye's mind in an instant, and then he opened the chamber of the gun tremblingly—five 50 Magnum bullets full!

He immediately took another breath.

At this time, the military enthusiast had an illusion that seemed to be real and illusory, and the dizziness in his mind even covered up the pain in his body.

Ling Ye unconsciously recalled what the man had said at his house - this time he didn't bring a gun!

He quickly calmed down, shook his head with a wry smile, and calmly put away his self-defense weapon.

And the burning pain in his back took over his mind again, reminding him that there was something else important.

The drawers were quickly searched, one was locked and could not be opened at all, and the other two found only one key in total.

Ling Ye grabbed the key and hung his head a little dejectedly.

Then, he moved towards the last piece of virgin land, the growing pain in his body causing him to spspeed up.

When he arrived at the cabinet, Ling Ye tried it directly with the key in his hand.

The chains have been opened!

"Squeak, squeak"

He laboriously tugged open the thick door of the cabinet, which was divided into only two levels. But the bottom layer is half a man high in the middle of the night.

For a while, piles of rusty antique-like tatters at the bottom of the cabinet came into view, and after a glance at Ling Ye, he lost interest.

So Ling Ye looked at the upper part of the cabinet, which looked like it was full of bottles and cans.

A glimmer of hope arose in his heart.

After a closer look, there was a bottle of medicine labeled with fast-acting painkillers.

Ling Ye hurriedly grabbed it, quickly unscrewed the bottle, and poured a small half of the mouth into his mouth. He chewed, swallowed, and tucked the bottle into his pocket.

Holding on to the door frame of the cabinet, the young man closed his eyes and pretended to sleep for a long time, realizing that his back was slowly numb, and soon it turned into a coolness that spread to his whole body.

Suddenly, Ling Ye's whole body was shocked.

Only then did he open his eyes, wipe the sweat on his head, and his compact facial features stretched a lot.

Then he tried to shake his body, stretching his limbs slightly.

At the same time, Ling Ye looked back at the tattered bottom of the cabinet.

It didn't seem to have much to gain, and the cabinet was full of rusty swords, guns, shields and other things.

Ling Ye picked it out, and finally chose a short knife with less obvious rust.

The labor pain in his body had subsided, and he had found two weapons for self-defense.

After that, it's time for the final step of escape - open the door.

Ling Ye stood in front of the door and frowned, bumped it, but still didn't open it. He looked down at the revolver and the dagger at his waist and hesitated.

Just as he was thinking about breaking the door violently, Ling Ye's body suddenly stiffened, and he thought of a possibility.

So, he was ready to turn the ideas in his head into action and tried it.

He tried to pull the door inside, but there was no movement. With a strong pull, the crack in the door loosened.

The corners of Ling Ye's mouth twitched, and his hands tugged violently with all his might.

There was a loud bang, and the door opened.

Ling Ye walked out of the door, patted his ears with some sound, and said with a dry smile: "Hehe, this door is really difficult to open." ”

As he spoke, he looked back at the iron door, only to find that there was something taped to it.

......

The silver moon shone faintly through the veil, and the stars were blurred.

The dim moonlight added a little color to the dim ground, but the low behemoths refused to back down, always keeping themselves connected to the darkness nearby.

Walking on the street in the middle of the night, it was getting late, so I could only take advantage of the moonlight to take a look at the surrounding scenery.

At this time, he was naturally the only one on the road, but Ling Ye, who grew up in a small town, was not afraid.

On the contrary, because the city is too small, Ling Ye does not have any strangeness to the streets of the southern suburbs of the small city.

He was still muttering something in his mouth as he made his way home, as if he was holding something in his left hand.

When I got closer, I could hear him repeating the words "nerves", "flat-headed man", and "pretending to be a ghost".

Looking at the thing in Ling Ye's hand again, it was vaguely like a piece of paper.

As he walked, Ling Ye noticed that something was wrong.

"Looks like you've just passed through here?" he muttered to himself, slightly puzzled.

Ling Ye slowly stopped, carefully identifying the outline of the things around him.

After confirming it again and again, his face stiffened slightly.

He hesitated for a moment, then roughly crumpled the object in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

Midnight decided to continue walking.

From a distance, I saw a lone shadow moving slowly and evenly along the faint straight line formed by the moonlight and the shadow of the room.

The lone shadow kept moving slowly, and the streets were quiet and empty, as if to indicate that everything was normal.

There was only the faint sound of "rustling" footsteps all around.

Suddenly, the faint rhythm was mixed with a hint of dissonant beat. The image of the person on the street was like a film on the cassette, and the whole person instantly paused for about half a second.

Then the lone figure twisted and flickered for a moment, then suddenly appeared next to the place where he had last stopped.

But the figure still moved forward unconsciously, and the "rustling" sound that was a quarter late was quietly made up.

Ling Ye soon sensed that something was wrong again, and at the entrance of the familiar street, he finally determined that he had never stepped out of the street.

He held his breath in some fear and walked no further, the wordless street losing its last shred of sound.

The streets remained silent until Midnight noticed that his head was getting groggy and his body was stiffening.

He squeezed his thigh violently, and his head suddenly became much clearer.

Ling Ye hurriedly bent down and held his knees with his hands, gasping greedily.

He eased up a little, but he was even more frightened in his heart, and he wanted to run away.

At this time, the trembling Ling Ye suddenly noticed that the back of his neck was cold, and his frightened mouth slowly opened wide, but he couldn't make a sound.

He felt the coolness getting stronger, and there were faint water stains around his neck slowly condensing, and poor Ling Ye was extremely frightened, and his mouth could not be closed, maintaining a funny posture but unable to move.

The water stains gradually showed signs of frost, and the chill gradually penetrated into the bone marrow. Ling Ye's mind was blank, but when he was stimulated, he suddenly had a wit.

With a hint of clarity in his brain, Ling Ye pulled out a small part of his tongue and closed his mouth.

The pain instantly activated the numb and cold body, and Ling Ye hurriedly rolled forward a few times with his hands and feet confused.

In a panic, he felt the long-forgotten weapon on his body.

Ling Ye didn't hesitate to pull out the revolver and roughly wrenched the hammer. He quickly twisted his body, took a standard shooting stance, and finally pulled the trigger hard.

After that, the action of striking the hammer and pulling the trigger was repeated twice.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Three intermittent gunshots rang out, the gunfire spread, and bursts of tinnitus were heard. But there was no trace of the bullets, and they undoubtedly all fell in the air.

Ling Ye struggled to control his breathing, and his head gradually regained his composure.

Holding the revolver in his right hand, he quickly pulled out the only hope from his left pocket - a ball of paper.

Spreading out the paper, the young man gritted his teeth and quickly said, "Great and handsome Master, save your poor apprentice!"

After repeating it three times, he waited eagerly for a while, but nothing happened as expected.

I stood there for a long time, but I didn't even see the unclean thing again.

So, Ling Ye quietly comforted himself: "This is not Nadong"

Before the word 'west' could come out, he felt something slap on his left shoulder.

The paper in the boy's hand twisted silently for a moment, but no one seemed to notice.

His body stiffened, and his heart was terrified to the extreme.

Maybe it was numbness, but Ling Ye was thinking rapidly in his mind at this moment, and after a while, he made up his mind.

He once again showed his lazy donkey rolling.

I saw his shoulders shrink, avoiding the cold touch. Then, with your head in your hands, you curl up together and roll forward a few times.

After moving away from that place, Ling Ye picked up and fled quickly, not even daring to turn his head back during the process.