Song Zhuoming swore that he had never slept so sweetly in his life.

Almost as soon as he arrived in room one, he fell asleep without saying a word, time passed quickly, and when he woke up, he found himself lying in the corner, with a backpack under his head and clothes covered with his body.

And through the dim light, he could see Song Zhuoyan, sitting upright at his feet, always vigilant around.

"Zhuo Yan ......"

Song Zhuoming's mind was a little heavy, and he estimated that the time he had slept this night might be a little long, and he struggled to get up, but he felt that the pain of the injury on his body was even more intense.

It was itchy all over his body, and as his body struggled, the pain hit with the tide, and he couldn't help but grin at the corners of his mouth.

Song Zhuoyan saw his brother wake up, and stepped forward with some surprise, and hurriedly helped him up, "You finally woke up!" ”

Song Zhuoming shook his brain, "How long have I been asleep?" ”

"It should be five or six hours, not too long." Song Zhuoyan looked at Song Zhuoming, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, he checked the injuries on Song Zhuoming's body while he was sleeping.

There is hardly a place that is good, it is all blue and purple, especially the blood on the waist has been dirty, mixed with sweat and tightly attached to the clothes, he wants to clean it but is afraid that Song Zhuoming will wake up.

"Brother, if you don't clean up your injuries, they will become infected, and they will be serious by then, now that you wake up, let's use water to get it, right?"

After Song Zhuoyan finished speaking, he was about to go through the backpack and bring the mineral water he brought, but Song Zhuoming grabbed his arm and stopped him, and reluctantly showed a gentle smile: "No need, I already know the way to live, these injuries are nothing, and they can heal instantly when they return to the newspaper." ”

And when Song Zhuoyan turned his head, Song Zhuoming found that the circles around his eyes were already red, and there were tears in his eye sockets, but he couldn't help it come down.

"Brother, it's useless to blame me, let you go alone to test your life, for these things have made you like this!"

Looking at Song Zhuoming, who is now dirty and weak, Song Zhuoyan's heart is very uncomfortable, he knows that his brother usually loves to be clean, but now there is no clean place on his body, but he can't even change his clothes, those wounds have stuck to his clothes, and he will tear them if he moves.

Song Zhuoming looked at Song Zhuoyan's appearance, as if something was blocked in his throat, sour and astringent, and opened his mouth but didn't know what to say to comfort him.

He could only struggle to get up, swung two punches, and endured the pain in his lower back, "Look, I rested for a while, these are nothing." ”

Song Zhuoyan looked at him and didn't say anything, but took out a brand-new cigarette case and a lighter from his backpack and handed them to Song Zhuoming's palm, "This is taken out of you, I'm afraid that you will accidentally crush it when you sleep, if you are really in unbearable pain, just smoke one, I see that Dad has done this when he encountered things before." ”

Song Zhuoming didn't say anything more, in fact, his feelings were worse than he showed, but after all, it was a lot better.

He opened the box of cigarettes, took one out of it, followed Xu Lang's example, lit it faintly, and kept inhaling the smoke, so that after smoking about half a cigarette, he couldn't help but feel that his whole body began to flutter lightly, extremely comfortable.

He couldn't help but take out the cigarette again, looked at it carefully, and thought to himself, the cigarette is really a good thing, it can be so decompressed.

The previous fatigue and tension dissipated with the gradual burning of the cigarette.

Song Zhuoyan looked at Song Zhuoming's silent appearance, and his eyes were even more deeply dependent, at this moment, Song Zhuoming's figure really seemed to have grown into an adult, a patron saint who could protect him and take care of him.

After smoking, Song Zhuoming was hungry, but he found that except for two bottles of mineral water in his backpack, he didn't carry any food that could provide calories.

And at this moment, Song Zhuoyan took out a sandwich from behind his back as if he was juggling and handed it to Song Zhuoming.

Song Zhuoming was a little stunned, "Zhuo Yan, you ......."

"I don't go out to do things, and I can't talk too much about the whole sandwich, so I took a bite and left it until now, I think you'll need him more than I do."

Song Zhuoming frowned, he did this to show that Song Zhuoming's actions before were actually not hidden from him, but he did not obstruct or say anything.

This time, he took a good look at his younger brother again, once he just thought that this was an ordinary child who had no mind, but now it seems that the sons of the Song family are so unusual.

Song Zhuoyan seemed to see Song Zhuoming's thoughts, he slowly put the plate and sandwich on the ground, and put his hand on the back of Song Zhuoming's hand, Song Zhuoming subconsciously wanted to pull away.

But he was grabbed by Song Zhuoyan, and he glanced at his younger brother with some surprise, which he had never seen before.

There is no slightest naughtiness and laziness, full of seriousness and seriousness, the former weakness has disappeared, and for the first time he expressed his emotions strongly and actively, "Brother, no matter what the world is like, and when and where we are, I only treat you as my own brother, and I am also your own brother." ”

......

Time is running rapidly, Song Zhuoming's face is becoming more and more severe, the fourth day of the mission has already come, and today's action will determine whether Xu Lang's life path is established!

Song Zhuoming has been sitting cross-legged for a long time, Song Zhuoyan has never disturbed him during this time, and the room No. 1 is surprisingly quiet.

Time's up!

Song Zhuoming recuperated for a long time, and then he opened his eyes when he always closed his eyes, got up from the ground little by little, looked at Song Zhuoyan beside him, and said softly: "If things go well, we will leave here completely tomorrow." ”

Song Zhuoyan nodded heavily, and replied softly: "Everything will go well!" ”

Song Zhuoming took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, and walked in the direction of the north wall.

And Room No. 1 gradually became quieter, Song Zhuoyan listened to the footsteps of his brother's departure, knelt on the ground, faced the wall with a reverent expression, folded his hands, and muttered: "If there really is a god, please bless my brother to return successfully, Aunt Wen, who is far away, please wish your son to live... Stay alive ......"

Song Zhuoming didn't know Song Zhuoyan's behavior, but he knew that Song Zhuoyan today was very different, maybe he had grown up, or he didn't want to hide it anymore.

Through the words, he could feel that Song Zhuoyan was not an innocent teenager, and he also hid some secrets, and this secret was related to Song Zhuoming.

Song Zhuoming's heart was a little messy, and he shook his head, the most important thing now is the next action.

In fact, he had already made preparations on the way back, and there was an excellent hiding place in Yu Hanhan's fourth room, which had also been properly found by him.

Leaving in advance is for fear that something will happen to Yu Hanhan, after all, this woman is already scared and crazy, and it is difficult to control it.

Song Zhuoming passed by room No. 2, and He Xiao had stopped digging, but he could see that the hole in the south wall of his room had been gradually expanded, and it wouldn't be long before He Xiao could enter and exit freely.

Song Zhuoming sneered, did not choose to be alarmed, but continued to walk down, when passing by room three, his heart was a little strange, the new substitute Li Kaifeng was fiddling with a deck of playing cards in the room.

This kind of scene is completely unthinkable for Song Zhuoming to play cards by himself, in fact, there are no normal people who will carry playing cards in the mission.

But Li Kaifeng did just that, and when he saw Song Zhuoming passing by the room, he raised his head and said hello warmly, but immediately lowered his head, as if Song Zhuoming's appearance not only did not surprise him, but was not as important as the poker in his hand.

This made Song Zhuoming have a deeper suspicion of Li Kaifeng, at least this is not an ordinary newcomer, and his psychological quality is already perverted.

Walking further, Song Zhuoming's mentality changed slightly, and Room No. 4 arrived.

Yu Hanhan is still the same, looking like a soul out of the body, it seems that he is already a stupid tiller, with his hair scattered on his head, and he also has no indication of Song Zhuoming's arrival.

A pair of empty eyes kept staring at a certain part of the room, not moving.

And Song Zhuoming followed her gaze position, which was the entrance to the cave downstream, thinking that one after another broken corpses and a long period of loneliness made her mind completely collapse.

However, seeing this, Song Zhuoming's heart breathed a sigh of relief, most crazy people will not be so quiet, Yu Hanhan's state has saved him a lot of effort.

Room 4 is no different from the other rooms, except that the light in this room is a little brighter, but it is not the same, but there is no difference, because according to Song Zhuoming's experience yesterday, when the evil spirit enters the room to kill, the light bulb will also explode.

And Song Zhuoming had already chosen an excellent location, the side of the iron gate of the east wall!

This location is a dead end in a small room, when the evil spirit enters the room, the iron door will also block this side, he hides here, not only to avoid the sight of the evil spirit, but also to explore the clues of the iron door at the first time.

And when everything is clear, he can return within the allotted time and burrow into the holes in the north and south walls, and then the plan is completed!

That's two and a half minutes!

After Cao Yada's death, Song Zhuoming already knew that evil spirits would generally only stay in the room for two minutes to three minutes, which means that during this time, the evil spirits' attention was focused on killing the executors in the original room number.

Song Zhuoming's face was solemn, he had already taken his place in advance, and squatted in the corner of the east wall silently, quietly waiting for the arrival of the evil spirit.

"Little rabbit, open the door, hurry up and open ......"

The eerie song was accompanied by the sound of leather shoes kicking on the ground, and the figure representing blood and carnage outside the door gradually approached until it stopped at the door.

Song Zhuoming's body was shocked, his spirit was terrified, and he couldn't help but look at Yu Hanhan, who had been moving like a dead man.

"Her time of death has come!"

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