Luo Hanya opened the door of the house, although the sky was already bright, but the corridor was still dim, he carefully walked around the corridor and found many things that he had not found last night. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

First of all, the corners of this corridor and the corner of the ceiling were covered with dust and cobwebs, dirty and dilapidated, as if no one had lived in it for a long time, not at all like what an inn should be, but this also fit Luo Hanya's psychological expectations - where ghosts live. And Luo Hanya also found a small door at the end of the corridor!

Inside the small door was a small room for stacking miscellaneous items, and a large amount of tin foil and silver was piled crookedly! These things for the dead are now scattered in all corners of the room, as if to honor the people who entered the room!

Luo Hanya stabilized his spirit, and bravely rummaged around the dim room, and in the corner of the large pile of tin foil and silver, he made a new discovery-a corridor! There's a corridor behind the small room! Only then did Luo Hanya realize how shallow his understanding of this inn was, this inn was definitely not as small as it seemed on the outside, and the space was folded here, so that there were a lot of complicated corners hidden in this small space.

Luo Hanya stepped into this corridor with a high degree of tension, the corridor was crooked, and there were several branches, some of the ends were some small rooms, and some of the ends were broken! Empty! Nothing! It's like a labyrinth!

The labyrinthine corridors around seemed to be exactly the same, looking like a turntable was constantly turning, Luo Hanya was dizzy and dizzy, a cold wind blew in, and an electric light above his head kept shaking. Suddenly, Luo Hanya felt that there seemed to be something staring at him behind him, which made him creepy. At this moment, he felt like a beast surrounded by a group of hunters on the edge of a cliff, and he would be disemboweled.

The huge pressure made Luo Hanya's forehead break out in cold sweat, and he remained motionless, waiting for the guy in the shadows to show his horse's feet first. But after a long time without any movement, Luo Hanya suddenly ran up quickly, and slammed open a door next to him, only to find that there was a downward staircase in the door, he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and rushed down.

At the bottom of the stairs was an unfamiliar hut, neat and tidy, and seemed to be cleaned often, completely different from the one in the hallway. The cottage is very simple, close to the overall style of the Misty Inn, but it is more simple, just a table and a bed.

Luo Hanya looked at the room, suddenly his body shook, and he took a few steps forward excitedly, it turned out that there was a notebook at the head of the bed! No wonder Luo Hanya was so excited. Luo Hanya took a deep breath, picked up the notebook and flipped a few pages.

This book is a good book.,It's very good to the touch.,It's soft and elastic.,It's like the skin of an animal.。

This book is a diary, recording a person's experience in the Mist Inn, most of the words have no substantive effect, but Luo Hanya found something valuable on the last page:

Day 9.

It's been nine days since I came to this place, the environment here is still very good, listening to the treatment that will help my condition, the weather today is really good, Arthur and I went to the beach for a swim.

We had a lot of fun, and I really felt a lot more relaxed when I came here, and I remembered a lot of things from my early years......

We swam for about half an hour, and when I lifted my head out of the sea, I found that it was already dark, and a gust of wind was passing over the sea. I suddenly had a strange feeling in my heart, maybe the tide was about to rise, right?

I looked back at the shore again, and I didn't expect to swim so far, the bays and cliffs were left behind, I saw the graves dotted on the hillside in the distance, and even the Misty Inn, which was the first time I had seen it from the perspective of the sea, but it was so far away that I could only vaguely see the outline of it standing alone on the seashore, as if there was a mist surrounding it at all times. Perhaps, it is because it is surrounded by fog all year round that it is called the Misty Inn.

It was getting late, and it was time to go back, so I looked at the time and swam back to the cove with Arthur.

Suddenly, I heard something - it seemed like someone was wailing?

My heart beat faster all at once, and I was a little overwhelmed. To make me even more creepy, I noticed that the wail seemed to come from the bottom of the sea......

Just as I was desperately swimming back, for a moment, I suddenly felt a hand grab my ankle!

"Arthur save me!" I reflexively shouted, and a small mouthful of seawater poured into my mouth, choking my head. I took another sharp breath, but the sensation on my foot grew heavier, and it seemed as if the hand was pulling me down.

Arthur had already swam far away, but when he saw that I was in danger, he swam back without hesitation.

I tried my best to kick my leg out of that hand, but to no avail. My eyes went black, and my whole body was pulled into the dark water.

Then I heard Arthur calling my name, and he dived into the water and seemed to break the hand open.

I only felt as if my legs were free, and with my hands thrashing desperately, I quickly swam into the bay. I carefully avoided the reef and, with the last of my strength, finally made it back to land.

I can breathe air again.

I can't describe the mood at that time, was it extreme fear or extreme excitement? At least I'm alive.

I was breathing heavily, and I was lying on the ground regardless of my image, maybe this is what it feels like to escape death.

- People, after all, are still land animals!

That's when I found out that Arthur hadn't returned! In an instant, I felt that my eyes were dark, and my heart only thought: Arthur, Arthur, Arthur......

I rushed to the beach to look, but I couldn't see him anymore. Then I felt a strange feeling behind me, and suddenly I looked back and saw only the ancient cemetery scattered all over the mountains.

It was already raining, and a few drops of rain were wetting my eyes. Looking at the black sea, I trembled but did not dare to approach a single bit.

It was almost dark, twilight covered the sea, and countless graves were on the hillside not far away, and reason, or rather the desire to survive, forced me to stand up. I wiped my body haphazardly and hurriedly got dressed, only to feel cold. But fortunately, he eased up a little, and just ran desperately in the direction of the Mist Inn.

"Arthur, I'm sorry...... I hurt you, I don't ask you to forgive me, I will come here every year to pay my respects to you. "If only I were alive.

"Arthur, bless me to get out of here alive."

The owner of the diary wrote very sloppily at the end, and the preface did not match the afterword, as if he had encountered something terrible. (To be continued.) )