At this time, I felt more calm than before, when I was taken to the screening room by the man in black to watch the video last time.

I have gradually noticed the strangeness of "Xiaoyue", but my feelings for her have not diminished in the slightest.

I admit that my biggest weakness is the overflow of emotions, I can stick a knife in both ribs for the fat man, and I can spare everything for Xiaoyue.

I sat at the table next to her, hesitating whether to walk over and take a look, if she was really Xiaoyue, why was she here?

Is all this just a game carefully planned by the people in black for me?

"Who am I?"

At this time, I couldn't help but have this strange question in my mind, I was just a tomb robber who fought with the fat man.

In addition, it is no different from everyone else, why did the man in black find me, and set up such a big trap.

Seeing that the black-clothed figure at the table was about to turn away, I was still hesitant to walk over.

It's just that the moment she got up, I decided that I must go up and ask for an understanding, even if I die, I can have no regrets.

Why did she cheat on my feelings.

I stood stunned and muttered to myself, until I saw her leave completely, and then I tried to catch up with her.

At this time, she was wearing this blue and white hospital gown, as if she had become her patient in a mental hospital.

There was a little sour in my heart, I wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry.

She heard footsteps behind her but didn't turn around, just stood stunned with her back to me.

All the men in black were silent, but quietly evacuated as if they had been instructed by someone.

Within a few minutes, there were only two empty people left in the cafeteria, which I obviously knew was a trap set by the man in black.

But even if it's a trap, I'm already stuck in it and can't help myself.

It seems to be in the rainy season, and it has been rainy during the day for several days, and at night the earth has a little respite.

The rain crashed against the window with the rumbling of thunder, and I looked at her back and wanted to speak, but I didn't know what to say for a moment.

The two of them froze in place until she was about to continue walking.

I finally couldn't help but say the first sentence.

"Wait... Wait.... ”

She stood there again for a moment, as if she had been waiting impatiently, and then turned and spoke.

"What's the matter, tell me something."

She wore a full floral mask on her face, her petite and delicate figure was completely wrapped in a wide black dress, and even her voice seemed to have done a lot of manipulation and footing.

It sounded very hoarse, not at all like the voice of a normal woman.

"Are you the little Yue I know?"

I lowered my head and gritted my teeth to say these words, but for a few seconds it seemed as if I had been tortured and struggled through.

It's just that I didn't expect the face under the mask to answer more simply, and said in a cold voice: "You recognize the wrong person." ”

She said that she turned and left, leaving her stupid self as if she had been struck by lightning, and she was at a loss.

I thought she would hesitate for a while before answering me "yes and no".

I just didn't expect her voice to be so crisp and decisive, almost without any emotion.

I had forgotten how I had somehow returned to the ward, and Xuan saw that I was a little out of my mental state and asked carefully what had happened.

I didn't speak like a lost patient, not because I didn't want someone to talk to.

It's because my throat is a little hoarse, and I will have severe pain when I cough a little.

For the next few days, I sat in my wheelchair and looked at the door of the ward, almost taking the man in black who came in to deliver food for her.

Since I was sent here, all my food and shelter, including my metabolism, have been in this cramped room.

Vaguely, he could already smell a foul smell, but Xuan next to him didn't complain about anything, just stared at the position where the last female nurse was strangled to the ground in a daze from time to time.

I began to wonder what the man in black wanted me to help him find, or what did he want to find in me?

The person is often dressed in a black coat, with a simple copper-patterned mask on his face, and a clearly visible jade wrench on his left thumb.

Now I seem to know all I know about him, and he seems to know all about my past.

When I'm out of boredom to pass the time, I always count the days after I get here, and I don't know how many days it is.

In the middle of the night, two men in black once again pushed open the door of the ward where they were under house arrest.

The same black mask was tied to my face, but this time I didn't push too hard, even after they carried me out of the room.

I could still see their stomping on the ground through the gap under the mask, the sound of muffled footsteps fading away.

I even inadvertently noticed that one of them had thick calluses on his bare legs, apparently the result of a long period of physical training.

It's not uncommon to run for physical fitness, but right now these people's thighs are more like the intensity of training that only soldiers in the barracks have.

After thinking about it, I only felt that I was tied to two safety ropes around my waist and back, and then I took advantage of the darkness to go outside.

By this point, I couldn't see their steps clearly, but I vaguely felt like I had been here after being blindfolded.

Finally, it wasn't until I was hung in mid-air by the safety rope that I suddenly realized that I must have returned to the abandoned detection well.

What is there in this well that makes the man in black care so much?

I realized that this time they didn't tie my hands and feet, but the rope was descending much faster than before.

The dry wall of the well was carved with strange patterns and symbols, and I couldn't help but untie the black cloth on my face and look at it carefully with my eyes wide open.

These characters do not look like small seal scripts, nor do they look like the words left by any country in history, they are somewhat like oracle bone inscriptions, but they are in the shape of small tadpoles.

Why did I have to wait until after dark to get me into the well on both occasions, and there was obviously some pattern to that.

The rope descended so fast that I didn't even have time to look at the writing on the wall above it, I just felt my body plummet.

Until the rope suddenly stopped, the safety rope around my waist and back was strangled into the flesh due to inertia, and it almost didn't let me spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

I couldn't help but look up at the exit overhead, and I couldn't see anything in the gray dim light, and there seemed to be a fog on the wall of the well.

Something seemed to be moving in the fog again.

This time I was really scared, and when I remembered the strange voice from the last time, it still echoed in my head, and it sounded a little like a woman's scream, but it was extremely unreal.

Unexpectedly, this time, there was a scream in my ears again, and this time I heard it very clearly.

The screams were like those of the souls in hell who had been tormented and had their tongues pumped out of their stomachs, and all of them poured into their brains, and the extremely miserable voice gradually came out of the dim well under their feet.

And as my body kept descending, the more I could feel the miserable scream, as if I was in hell.

At the moment, I estimated that I was nearly 600 meters above the surface, and the depth of this abandoned exploration well seemed far deeper than I had imagined.

The screams that hit the soul echoed in my ears, and this time I finally couldn't bear it anymore and hurriedly shouted.

"Pull the on me!"

Unexpectedly, at this time, a voice from an electronic device similar to a walkie-talkie suddenly came from my ears, which instantly shocked me into a cold sweat.

"Roger, Roger."

I was stunned in the well for a moment, and I don't know when they actually installed this thing in my neckline, and no one told me when I went down the well that I could call for help in case of danger.

"Damn."