Lu Chang swallowed and foamed.

The blood-colored handwriting was obviously just written, and there were even droplets at the end of the strokes that fell down and smashed on the carpet, splashing blood flowers.

Why are these words written? Lu Chang's brain raced into thinking.

The first thing that is certain is that the person who writes must also come from the upper dream realm, and is most likely the creator of the dream. Suppose that the person who got out of the dream before himself is unknown whether he is an enemy or a friend, and most of them may have been more than lucky; If so, what is the purpose of doing so? Procrastinating for time?

As if hearing Lu Chang's heart, new blood words appeared out of thin air-

This is a new layer of dreams.

It's like being dipped in blood by a demon and written by hand. Lu Chang even smelled blood.

"Why don't you show up?" Lu Chang smiled disdainfully and looked around at all the corners where there might be hidden people.

Blood surged, and new words continued to emerge.

It's about playing fair with you. The reason why I don't let you commit suicide is that Bai Xiao and the candle are in my hands.

"Since this is a dream, they are in your hands and in your hands." Lu Chang, who was originally sitting against the wall, supported the ground with his hands and slowly stood up. He walked into the nearest table, picked up a knife from the table, weighed it, and tucked it into his cuffs.

I mean the real world.

Scarlet can appear anywhere, on ceilings, walls, napkins... Without exception, no matter where Lu Chang looked, the blood word could always appear swaggering in the center of his field of vision.

"If you succeed, don't waste your time with me, I don't even have a charm." Lu Chang turned out his two trouser pockets, and there was nothing in the white cloth pockets.

I won't hurt them for the time being.

"Proof it." Lu Chang was not idle in his hands, anyway, the person who was chatting with him had no intention of hurting him for the time being. Feeling a little hungry, he reached into the freezer of the food truck parked next to him and pulled out a bottle of white wine that was just the right amount of ice.

"Can I borrow a driver?" He asked, looking up.

Bang Dang! The metal corkscrew slammed against the tabletop as if it had fallen out of the ceiling.

"Thank you."

We can't prove it. You can only believe.

"That's fine, so what game are you going to play? What are the incentives, or, penalties? ”

We don't have a punishment mechanism. There is also no reward mechanism.

"Then what are you doing playing the game, now, in class, a student will get up and answer the question, and if you answer correctly, you will have to add the usual points."

You need to find the answer yourself.

"How do I feel about your mother-in-law. Are you a member of the Knife and Axe Group? Didn't you say that they kill people without blinking? ”

I'm the one who makes the rules of the game.

"Then stop talking nonsense, it's time to start and get started." Lu Chang waved his hand.

All the blood words disappear together. It's not so much vanishing as being slowly swallowed into the walls. Other than that, nothing has changed.

The floor started to crack suddenly.

At the same time, the ceiling on the second floor began to crumble, crack, collapse ... The guardrail snapped violently, and the wooden spikes stood out sharply. Dust and sand fell to the ground in a puff of air, and the steel bars peekly pierced through the concrete, and the entire panel broke off without holding it up for long.

The sea came in from somewhere, and in the blink of an eye, it spread from ankle height to waist. Lu Chang sat upright on the chair, looking around indifferently, and woke up after being stoned to death anyway, he felt fearless.

The water continued to rise, over the neck and over the head. Lu Chang closed his eyes.

The strange thing is that there is no suffocation in the water, not even buoyancy, just cold, and even the tongue licking the sea water is not salty.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Standing in the middle of the road, under a street lamp. The sky was not clear or too bad, but it was a little gloomy.

He looked around strangely.

On the left-hand side is a freshly painted black iron fence, outside which is a small bamboo forest, and in the distance are the brick houses, which are far away. On the right is a newly built green belt, planted with shrubs that have just been trimmed, and clinging to the green belt is a landslide that is bare and appears to be freshly built. Behind it are high-rise residential buildings.

The road is only two lanes wide, and there is no one but the road. Far away from the direction of the road, there is the entrance to the community, and the security room is also on the side. Looking back, you end at the end of the wall.

Lu Chang suddenly understood where this was.

Under this street lamp, isn't the place where he stands where Su Qiang disappeared?

Out of instinctive fear, he even felt the stinging pain of stomach cramps, but fortunately it was daytime, although there were no pedestrians, not even passing vehicles.

"Hey, what the hell do you want me to do?" Lu Chang shouted.

The Scarlet Letter didn't appear as he had expected.

Even since joining the Moon Club, Lu Chang has never told anyone about it. This was originally his own business, and after gaining insight into the truth of the world, he became even more determined to find the truth. On the night after joining the club, Lu Chang began to carefully search for the information of that night in his memory, and even found the file of the 119 unsolved case that Sir had retrieved. It's not like an ordinary file, there are very few photos of the scene of the 119 unsolved case, and the only physical evidence is a yellow bear hairpin. No body was found, no information was provided, and the police had to treat it as a missing person.

However, this blood word... Why is this case being investigated?

Perhaps, he is the one who made Su Qiang disappear?

Lu Chang shuddered.

Could it be that Su Qiang was lost in a dream and never woke up?

It's impossible, if you disappear into a dream, the real world will fall into a deep sleep... Logically doesn't work.

While thinking, Lu Chang slowly walked forward along the sidewalk beside the road. When passing by the forbidden area, he glanced at the security room, where the security guard was reading the newspaper with tea. With the joy of finally meeting the first person, Lu Chang knocked on the glass and wanted to say hello.

The hand slipped through the glass.

"Now, have you eaten well?" Amy, who was rummaging in the trunk with her head down, asked without looking up, "Eat and help." ”

Changle licked his paws, "It's coming, it's coming." ”

The tools in the trunk are all bought by Amy online, and there are all kinds of them. The Luoyang shovel, which is used to judge the age of the soil layer, is neatly placed vertically on one side. Three German sapper shovels, loadable. In addition, the recurve bow and arrow of the American hunt, with more than a dozen carbon arrows inserted in the quiver, a metal throwing stick, a straight knife, the handle and the blade are integrated, and the grip is carefully wound with a thick hemp rope. Finally, there was an alloy crossbow, which was set aside alone.

"What are you doing?" Changle jumped on the trunk and pulled the bowstring with his paws, buzzing and vibrating, "This is going hunting?" ”

"Be prepared, plan ahead." Amy snatched the bow from under Changle's claws, slung it cross-body, and held a small bladed axe in his hand.

The road in front of the road has become narrow, and cars can no longer drive in, so you need to walk. Amy picked Changle up by the waist, stuffed it into her quiver, and carried it on her back.

Ahead was a flat dirt road, with yellow earth and gravel trampled into the dirt. Not long further on, you can see the plaque of the mountain mausoleum. The characters are engraved, and some of the paint has fallen off.

This is the mausoleum of the ancestors of the Lin family.

Amy had also attended the president's funeral, so she knew roughly where the mausoleum was located, so she walked straight in that direction.

"Originally, the stone was handed down to each president by hand, and who would have thought that I would be buried here." Changle gloated and smug.

"Be careful, and you'll notice that the stone is gone."

"No way. Can I not feel my own mustard seeds? Changle was full of confidence, "I was in a hurry, I knew to buy some yellow table paper for him to burn, and go through the motions." ”

"Don't you don't believe he's dead?"

"Maybe he's staring at me at noon, and I don't have to pretend."

On the stele, "The Tomb of Mr. Lin Wanran, President of the Yue Yue Society" has been dyed with black paint, but the words "his wife Lin Changle" are red paint.

"Let's go." Changle looked deeply.

Amy said something as the stele moved backwards, revealing a two-man wide opening. The staircase leading to the ground could be seen faintly, and there seemed to be a glow of light shining from below.

She carefully stretched out her foot, her heels stomping on the steps with a crisp crashing sound.

The cramped spiral staircase caught the eye, and on the walls on both sides of the wall, there were wall lamps hanging every few moments, like kerosene lamps, just flickering with cold blue flames.

"It's a luxury." Amy looked at the sconces on the wall and exclaimed, "Big money." ”

"This spiritual lamp is made of local materials, clean and environmentally friendly, where is the luxury?"

The spiraling staircase came to an end. A sarcophagus, nothing else.

Amy walked over to the sarcophagus.

This sarcophagus is so different. The shape resembles a room, along the foundation, the four sides of the board wall, doors and windows, and even the roof beams, eaves, and roof tiles are exquisitely carved one by one, and the four corners of the top are hooked, which is very good-looking. The only fly in the ointment was that the sarcophagus was entangled in the ebony vines, which were as thick as an adult's arm, shiny in color, and terrifyingly hard.

"You can't open this, get out of the way." Changle sprang out of the quiver, his claws sticking to the vines.

There was a sound of delicate rubbing, like a snake squirming on the ground, and the vines shrank one by one, revealing the sarcophagus itself.

Amy stepped forward and pushed her way away.

There was a nauseating stench. The sarcophagus had been closed for too long, and the air inside was surprisingly foul. When the stench cleared, Amy looked into the sarcophagus, where there was a lonely stone half the size of a palm, as blue as a malachite relative, and as if it had inherited the moss color of epidote.

"It's finally here." Changle sighed.

"Sounds like it's not yours." Amy reached for the half of the immortal stone.

Changle pressed her arm.

"It's okay to hold it, remember not to drip the blood, or there won't be a big fat boy to support you."

"Then take it yourself." Amy withdrew her hand again, "Sounds scary. ”

Changle stretched out his claws.

"Borrow a piece of cloth or a scarf."

Amy rummaged through the canvas bag and found nothing.

So wrap it in toilet paper.