I was the only one left in the empty house, and the chill that echoed in my heart.

"Ahh

Perhaps out of inner fear, I began to scream frantically in my wheelchair, hoping to get the attention of the man in black.

But there was no one in the dimly lit screening room in front of me, and there was no way these people would carelessly forget me here.

It can only be said that they did it on purpose, and they deliberately wanted to throw me here.

It was blurring in the dim light, and I don't know how long it took for me to be gradually pushed out of the screening room, when the gauze covering my head was untied again.

I thought I would face the man in black directly, but I didn't expect to return to my hospital room.

Xuan lay on the table and fell asleep, and when I was sent back, my expression was surprised and full of joy, I closed my eyes and couldn't help but recall the scenes I saw in the screening room.

An extremely bold and terrifying hypothesis echoed in my mind.

That is, some of my memories are indeed artificially created, recalling all the things I experienced in the ancient tomb of the Yuan Dynasty and Xiaoyue.

There is a very unreal feeling, but the adventure with the fat man Panshan and the tomb of Concubine Jin is still vivid.

"Why did Xiaoyue suddenly leave me and go to Japan..."

It seemed like a huge loophole, and combined with the architectural scene I had seen in the screening room, I even had to start wondering...

"Is there no girl like Xiaoyue in the world..., or maybe she is artificially created and the memory is in my mind."

"Impossible."

I couldn't help but close my eyes and think about the past, and the memories of the past were gradually confused with the images that had just been played on the projector, and I couldn't help but hold my head and die of pain.

"You come out!"

"You explain it to Lao Tzu."

I kept shouting at the locked room door in front of me, hoping to see the man in black again and ask all about it.

Outside the room, it was as silent as death, but no one paid attention to my desperate cries.

It wasn't until I accidentally fell out of my wheelchair that I was frightened and ran over to help me, no matter how I knocked on the door.

There was no sound or reaction outside the door.

It went on quietly for about half a month, and I prayed every day to see the man in black again, but he seemed to be deliberately avoiding me, and never came out again.

The camera in the corner of the house overhead flashed red, and I knew this guy must be spying on me from some corner.

It went on for a few more days, and as the injury to my leg was almost healed, I started to think about trying to escape through the window.

The wound on the top of my head gradually began to scab, and the most important thing is that I was unwilling to be under house arrest by him for the rest of my life, which was no different from a dead man.

I just didn't expect that when I was about to take advantage of the night to think about an escape plan in the quilt, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open.

Xuan, who was sleeping next to me, was startled by the footsteps, and I didn't know what these people in front of me were trying to do.

Once again, the men in black in the same costume blindfolded me with black masks, and I felt like I was being carried out of the hospital room.

The blindfold felt subtle, and I didn't know where they were going to take me this time, but I was almost sure.

If they want something, they will definitely get me closer to the truth first, which obviously has good and bad for me.

I even felt them stop and tie my waist with a similar safety rope, and then I could clearly feel their pace becoming incredibly slow.

It's as if he's hiding from something around.

I vaguely realized that something was strange, but no matter how much I asked, none of the people around me said a word.

Then I felt like I was in the air, I didn't feel too uncomfortable because of the safety rope on my back, but I was blindfolded and a little scary in such an environment.

As the figures around me gradually disappeared, I began to desperately try to undo the blindfold on my face, but my hands were tightly bound, and there was nowhere to exert my strength.

The cold sweat flowing down his face gathered more and more, and he inadvertently made the already somewhat loose blindfold fall a little on his face.

It's just that when I struggled to open the mask, I was instantly stunned by the sight in front of me.

It was surrounded by a narrow, circular wall, and I was slowly placed in the well by a safety rope.

Looking back, the circular light emitted by the chandelier at the wellhead was getting farther and farther away from me, and I was more than 200 meters away from the ground exit, to say the least.

My body was tied by a nylon rope and a wire rope, as if I was afraid that some accident would make me fall completely.

It was late at night, and I couldn't help but look up at the walls around me, and I found that the walls were carved with strange patterns.

There was a hint of mystery and weirdness in the dim light, and I began to wonder where I was.

Or is the shaft in front of me also dug by those men in black at the beginning, but I guessed from the ancient symbols and notches on the wall of the shaft that it seems to be very old.

There is a section of the well wall above the head that is much newer than the place extending at the foot, and the traces on it look like the well has collapsed.

Later, someone opened this old well, and the damaged well wall was repaired again, so there was such an obvious gap between the old and the new.

Before I knew it, I had been banished by the rope above my head for more than a hundred meters, and the exit above my head had turned into a small dot that was about to disappear from my vision.

However, the old well under the foot seems to have no end, revealing mysterious and strange patterns around both sides of the well wall.

As he kept falling, so that under the impact of the visual effects, those strange symbols seemed to swim on the wall.

I couldn't help but shrink my neck, feeling colder and colder.

And the feet are still black and black, and I can't see anything clearly, as if there is another strange world connected to the well.

I was bound by a safety rope, and I couldn't help but wonder what the man in black was trying to do by trying so hard to get me into this well at night.

As I went deeper and deeper into the bottom of the well, I gradually felt that I was getting farther and farther away from the surface, and even a little uneasy and anxious that I had never felt before.

The light under his feet was getting worse and worse, and suddenly there was an inexplicable strange sound from the well, which sounded a little like a woman's crying.

But if you look closely, it doesn't look like a human voice.

Being trapped in this weird well makes people feel a little scared from the bottom of their hearts, not to mention that my hands are tied and I can't resist at all.

The sound from the deep well under my feet came from far to near, as if it was rushing towards me, and this time I was really panicked.

And the safety rope overhead also stopped descending at this moment, pausing for three seconds in between.

These three seconds are arguably the most memorable and difficult time of my life.

Then the rope attached to me began to retract upwards at a rapid pace, and the strange sound was also chasing after me in the well.

I didn't dare to look down to see what was in the well, and when I opened my eyes again, I had been pulled out of the well.

But in just a second, his eyes were once again blindfolded by a black cloth handed from behind his hands.