After hesitating for a moment, he took out his mobile phone, and Lu Changrong neither stopped nor asked, just stood generously and calmly.

His light breeze made Jiang Futing's face completely change, and he no longer shied away, and directly dialed Zhou Qi's number.

"Toot-"

"Toot-"

The endless busy sound seems to be trying to divide the distance between them into two worlds.

The darkness was like a huge brick, and it hung heavily over everyone's head.

The impermeable walls on all sides enclose this place into a prison, and the cold damp air that has been cold all year round has gradually penetrated into the cracks of the wall like a bone appendage.

The concrete floor and stone walls are cold all year round, and the enclosed space weighs on people's hearts, unable to breathe heavily, and the feeling of lifelessness is not a room, but a coffin.

This place is really problematic······

When Zhou Qi woke up in a daze, his mind automatically continued with the thoughts before he fell into a coma.

As consciousness took control back into his body, he found that even during his coma, his body was pulled to the extreme like a slingshot.

Immediately afterward, his body felt an uncomfortable, unsteady coldness.

Like a thin needle, it pierced through the thick down jacket, piercing not only into his skin, but also into his brain, and the nerves in the back of his head beat in panic from time to time because of uneasiness.

After a moment of consciousness and a moment of habituation, he opened his heavy eyelids and moved his wooden fingers stiffly.

The joints are like rusty machines, and with each movement, the bones crack silently.

When he opened his eyes, he couldn't immediately see what was in front of him, and he couldn't tell where he was now.

There was almost no light in the room, and when his eyes got used to it, the only thing in the room appeared in front of him in the form of large black shadows.

At first glance, it seemed like there were several tall and crazy ghosts in the darkness, and during his coma, they had been silent and stared at him silently for a long time.

Zhou Qicai's consciousness was completely awakened by the blurred black outlines.

A few drops of cold sweat broke out from his back, and the cold wind that came out of nowhere dried his cold sweat and robbed him of the only residual warmth on his body, making his body chill for a while.

With difficulty, he lifted his lead-heavy hand and touched the back of his belt.

Luckily, the gun is still there.

It's a blessing in misfortune.

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and reached for his trouser pocket, pulling out his phone without much difficulty.

It's actually there.

It seems that Li Shang's purpose is just to make them unconscious, and the subsequent treatment is very sloppy, and he doesn't even bother to do a basic body search, and he keeps all these things.

Of course, it may also be that he has something to rely on, and he is naturally fearless.

He sniffed coldly, obviously the clothes on his body were dry, but they were cold as if he had been soaked in the ice and snow, and even the fingers he raised couldn't help but tremble.

He opened the lock screen and glanced at the upper right corner of the interface, but there was no signal.

Before the action, it was filled

If the electricity comes out, the power is still enough.

The display time is 7:11.

The time he was in a coma was not long, but it was only ten minutes.

Zhou Qi took a breath in his hand, but the warm air couldn't wait to float to the palm of his hand, and it was scattered in the cold air.

He gave up the senseless act and stretched his hands and feet slightly, trying to break his nearly frozen body together.

He put his hands on his sleeves and put them on the concrete floor, struggling to prop himself up.

For a moment, Zhou Qi felt like a twilight old man or a doll with broken clockwork, clumsy and strenuous in his movements.

The muscles of the whole body seemed to have turned into mud, and they couldn't lift the slightest strength.

He was already very tired from just sitting up, and then leaned against the corner, his hands on his knees weakly, and took a moment to catch his breath, and by the way recovered his strength.

After a few minutes, he recovered from his chaotic mind, and his slumped hand finally came back to life.

He picked up his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and slowly shone the faint aperture towards the wall closest to him along the ground under his feet.

The heat of tension and uneasiness made him swallow his saliva, soothing the urgency in his throat and heart.

He could see the dark shadow closest to him in the darkness just now, a standing coat rack with a woolen coat on it.

It can be quickly distinguished from the width of the shoulders that hangs down that it is a man's, and the color is hidden in the blurred darkness, which is still difficult to distinguish accurately, but from the perspective of tone, it should be a coffee series.

The coat is designed to be very long and has a wide hem, a bit like an over-the-knee trench coat.

It was neatly hung on the coat rack, and by the way, there was a hat on the coat rack, which did look like a gentleman's figure when looked at in the dim light.

The moment Zhou Qi saw it, he eliminated the messy and unfounded ideas in his heart, and breathed a sigh of relief.

After realizing it, I realized that I had another layer of sweat.

He wiped his wet palms on his clothes, and by the way, he scolded himself fiercely in his heart:

Zhou Qi, what's the matter with you! This little thing makes you nervous like this, so many years of quality training, and two or three years of practical experience are all fed to the dog!

Although it should be like this intellectually, he has been panicking for no reason in his heart.

This feeling was uncontrollable from the moment I entered the orphanage.

In this closed room, it seemed that there was a pair of eyes always staring at him, and those eyes were prostrate in the corners that he couldn't see.

Although he had already explored the few blind spots in the room with the help of the light of his mobile phone, he quickly determined that he was very honored to be locked alone in a room similar to a confinement room.

But he still felt that something was watching him, watching his every move, from the back to the back of his head.

Zhou Qi kept admonishing himself to be calm, only by being calm can he think, and only then can he have a way to escape.

He slowly stood up against the wall.

This is a small room

, the total visual inspection is only a dozen square meters.

At a glance, the furnishings in the room are also very simple, a set of tables and chairs, a wooden cabinet that reaches to the ceiling, and the vertical coat rack.

Nothing else.

Zhou Qi raised his head and looked carefully, the room had no windows, no fire alarms, no exhaust holes, and no air conditioners.

Six walls put the room together into an inescapable cuboid.

However, he soon noticed a detail, and just as he was pulling his numb leg and leaving the corner to look around, he suddenly saw a very faint point of light flickering in a crack in the wall.

That point of light was fleeting, like a very distant star in the night sky, flickering for a moment, and before it had time to see clearly, it disappeared.

But with years of experience and intuition, he was told that there must be something in that wall.

Dragging his feet that had regained consciousness slightly, Zhou Qi slowly crawled towards the crack of the wall like a turtle.

He held his mobile phone like a machine, motionless, afraid that the final result would be affected by subtle differences.

When the light hits the wall at a very close distance, the subtle textures and traces seem to be placed under a magnifying glass, clearly displayed in front of the eyes.

In addition to the natural traces of painting and paint peeling, there are also very fine scratches.

A picture of how his nails scratched on it subconsciously popped into his mind

The exploration of traces was originally unintentional, but as the aperture moved on the wall, the inner waves rolled more and more vast.

The scratches of the nails are densely covered all over the wall, some deep and some shallow, because the size of the strength varies, probably both men and women.

The dense traces have been seen for a long time, as if they have been burned in the heart.

He was under tremendous mental pressure, and his mind was in a trance for a while, as if countless fingers were sticking out from the wall and scratching frantically at himself.

Zhou Qi rubbed his body, immediately threw away those terrifying and weird thoughts, and focused on the place where the light flashed just now.

The light of the phone is shining through the crack in the wall.

The hard work paid off, and the things in the cracks in the walls finally gave him the same response as before.

It was the same point of light as before, only this time it was clearer.

He moved his phone away a little, rubbed his eyes, and blinked twice harder, as if to make them see a little more clearly.

Then, he took a deep breath, calmly suppressed the timidity in his heart, and lay down in the crack in the wall to see for himself, a glassy black bead.

It's just that the beads are tightly stuck in the seams, and only a small dot is exposed, and it is impossible to tell what the items inside are.

Just as he was thinking about how to use the light of his phone to explore it at the same time as his own vision.

The black bead blinked like an eye.

The coolness suddenly rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he took a step back sharply, and his whole body fell into a furry fear.

Wrong, right! It must be a mistake!

Zhou Qi was self-hypnotizing.

But when people are frightened, they are most likely to make noise, and the grass and trees are all soldiers.

Even if it would

Staying a few steps away from the wall, he could always feel the eyes staring at him, watching his every move.

Just when the pores of his whole body opened in horror, a cold wind that didn't know where it came from, slowly drifted behind him.

Then it was as if a cold hand was clinging up from his side.

Long-term well-trained workouts allow his body to reflexively respond when it perceives something abnormal.

He quickly turned his head, and the moment he dodged, his other hand slammed into this hand!

The bulging down jacket was suddenly flattened by him, and through the clothes he felt the tight muscles, which were his own hands.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

Sure enough, he was suspicious, he smoothed his slightly rapid breathing, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

It seems that after staying with a strange person like Jiang Futing for a long time, his thinking and mentality will be more or less imperceptibly reduced.

Since it's a perceptual bias, I definitely didn't see what I just saw, but I was too nervous, and even my vision was deceived by the fantasy in my mind.

He decided to take another look at what was in the crack in the wall.

This observation was fully mentally prepared, and the psychology was so calm as if there was Mount Tai in charge, and there was no tension just now.

He steadily concentrated, walked over to him, leaned over slightly, and carefully observed what was inside as objectively as possible.

Black, round, and reflected in the light of the lamp.

Glass indeed, yes.

He still couldn't help but get nervous, but this time he looked at it for nearly ten seconds, and he didn't see the thing blink.

Sure enough, it's an illusion.

(End of chapter)