The man in black listened to the girl in the light finish the story, he didn't interject again, but listened carefully.

His eyes couldn't help but close tightly with the girl's story, and he repeatedly engraved the fiery red maple forest in the story in his mind, as if he was the old man under the maple forest, and as if he went to the maple forest to find the poor man who had died.

After a long time, the man in black opened his eyes gently; He was still standing in the "secret room", still with his back turned to his bookshelf, and it was still dark all around, only the faint light might allow him to see farther away, but the light was blocked by a girl's body.

"I'm sorry, you're in the way, I want to see the world beyond the light." Perhaps inspired by the story, the man in black actually said such an inauthentic crepe thing.

The girl still stood still, and she looked at him without saying a word.

"Sorry, can you let me go? I want to see the world beyond that light. The man in black repeated.

"There's only me in the world beyond the light, haven't you been watching?" The girl finally answered the man in black.

"You're really good at laughing...... the man in black shook his head, "You mean, I can't get out of this 'secret room'?" Is this your conspiracy? From the beginning, right? It's just that I don't quite understand why you would tell me such a strange story before the plot succeeds? ”

The girl stopped talking again, and she stood there again, looking at the man in black motionlessly.

"Alright! You don't want to say, and I don't have to ask; But what I'm trying to tell you is that the story is good, but it's a bit of a nod to classify it as a ghost story. The man in black said with a smile.

"What kind of ghost story does you think is a ghost story?" The girl spoke suddenly, with a slight dissatisfaction and ridicule in her voice: "Do you have to be a horrible doll that eats offal and appears on the side of the street?" Or is it a strange number that you can't find out where you belong to it? Or the sounds of help and footsteps in an empty house? Or the hands that stick out from time to time in the jar where you want to pickle, and the mutated flies, mice, spiders, hornets? The girl listed almost all the elements of a horror story in one breath: "You know, ghost stories are not horror stories, and horror stories don't have to have ghosts, you know?" More often than not, it's just a game that feels enjoyable. ”

"Games? What do you call this a game? ”

"It doesn't matter what the game is, I just want to ask you first, you said, the aunt in the story, did she find her dead son?"

"Who knows? But eighty percent of them haven't been found! She walked round and round, and finally died of exhaustion under the maple tree, isn't this just lost? Got lost in something that resembles a circular runway. ”

"So, have you found your way out of the chamber?" The girl lowered her head slightly and turned her face sideways to look at the man in black, but no matter how the man in black looked, he still couldn't see the girl's appearance.

"The way out of the 'secret room'?" The man in black touched his chin and pondered: "This is not ...... Not really! Impossible! 1520, you can't go wrong! ”

"It's 1520, you're not wrong."

Suddenly, the man in black stared at the bookshelves with wide eyes and horror; Immediately, he looked at the girl and said to himself, "The woman with the basket you just talked about, that... Isn't that me! She couldn't find her dead son, she was lost; No matter how hard she tries, in the end it can only be similar to the original point! ”

The man in black said sadly, and the girl told him that the answer to leaving the secret room was 1520, but he couldn't get out of this secret room anyway!

He went back to square one, typed 1520 again, and was told once again that the password was correct......

"You don't have to be so pessimistic, my story is not finished yet!"

The story continues.

The woman finally lay quietly under the maple forest, and she would never wake up again.

The old man sighed, gently piled up the maple leaves all over the ground, and buried the woman's body in the wind.

"In a few years, I'll be lying here too!" The old man said.

At night, the old man lit a bonfire under the maple tree, by the light of the bonfire. The old man saw that the body of the woman who had been buried in the morning was already empty.

The old man didn't say anything, but turned around again and put his hand around the fire to keep warm, as if it were a habitual thing.

When I looked at the woman again, the maple leaves on the ground were swept up by the evening breeze, like dying butterflies dancing on a bonfire.

After the wind stopped, the maple leaves were rolled up to the ground again, and the three large characters written by the maple leaves occupied the land where the women were buried.

"Where will she see her dead son? Their poor mothers have already had their necks cut off by robbers! ”

The story is over.

The man in black covered his ears tightly, as if the girl's voice was about to shatter his eardrums.

The man in black covered his ears and squatted down, he begged with tears in his eyes: "Please, don't tell this story again!" ”

The girl smiled triumphantly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything else, I just wanted to tell you that the overlap is back; Now, you can leave the secret room. The girl turned and disappeared into the faint light, never to be seen again.

"Where are you going?" The man in black seemed to see the girl as a lifesaver, screaming and pounced, but slammed into the bookshelf that had returned to his original position.

"Tick-tick-tick-" The sound of the clock moving, and the man in black followed the sound; Sure enough, the book covers on the shelves have been neatly placed in their place, and the medium-sized wall clock is finally no longer 15:20; Its second hand is moving in a regular manner, and the minute hand finally points to the number five.

The man in black vaguely remembered the way he came, and he didn't dare to stay in the secret room for another second.

As soon as he left the secret room following the memory just now, a familiar voice sounded around him:

"Congratulations, you have successfully escaped from the escape room; We hope to bring you a happy and exciting experience of the secret room, and look forward to your next visit, goodbye! The boss was smiling at him, and the purple lips that looked like needles had been sewn under his pale face made it hard to believe that it was a living thing.

The man in black quickened his steps and left the underground pedestrian street as if he had fled.

When I looked back, the underground pedestrian street was gone, and only two workers worked tirelessly to remove industrial waste from a piece of rubble.