I was shocked, according to my previous memory, this position was definitely a door, but now the feeling coming from my hand was unusually soft, what's going on? Am I mistaken?

At that moment, I moved a few steps to the left, raised my hand and hammered it a few times, the feeling of my hand was still very soft, which made me faintly feel a little uneasy, could it be that this firewood room was not set up in any formation?

When a person is in the dark, his mind becomes unusually clear, and after a brief moment of surprise, I took a few deep breaths and began to analyze. As soon as I entered the door, there was no difference between this firewood room and an ordinary firewood room, and if I wanted to say something different, it was that the innermost part of the firewood room was too dark, as if something blocked the light outside.

Thinking of this, a thought flashed through my mind, could it be that this firewood room really set up a formation?

I rubbed my eyes desperately, trying to find a glimmer of light in the darkness, but to my disappointment, I couldn't see anything but pitch black.

Made, what kind of broken firewood house, I scolded secretly.

Sometimes it has to be said that there are still some benefits for people who smoke. No, in the face of darkness, I immediately remembered that I still had a lighter on my body, took out the lighter, slid the gears a few times, and the lighter ignited a faint light, illuminating the places within a few meters around me clearly.

When I looked up, I saw that where I was, there was a door, but I stood there and didn't move at all.

My face changed, if I hadn't moved just now, what was my previous action? Is all this an illusion? I pinched my thigh, and the sharp pain told me that it wasn't a hallucination, but a real thing.

When I found this phenomenon, I was shocked into a cold sweat and my scalp was a little numb, what the hell is going on? Why am I standing there when I am visibly moving?

'Huh, huh, huh' I exhaled a few times, turned my head to look behind me, the firewood room is still the firewood room, the only difference is that there is no one in the firewood room, Lang Gao is gone.

I'm a little anxious, my brain will be into the firewood room, one by one, there is no problem with this process, to say that this is a dream, pinching your thigh will definitely not hurt, to say that this is not a dream, why am I still standing in place? It's not at all comfortable logic.

What the hell is going on?

I was stunned for a long time, and I didn't dare to move, mainly for fear of touching something strange, after all, the position I am in is too strange, and I have no bottom in my heart, so I can only respond to all changes with the same.

However, the current situation did not allow me to stay where I was for too long, so I had to slid the lighter again and glance around, and what I saw was the same as before, everything in the room was the same furnishings, but there was no one in the room.

"Director Lang, Director Lang!" I shouted a few times.

No answer.

This made me more and more uneasy, I raised my legs and prepared to walk outside, who knows, as soon as I raised my legs, there was a tingling sensation under my feet, and I almost fell, but fortunately, I reacted quickly, and put one hand on the ground, so I barely supported my body.

At this moment, I noticed a damp feeling coming from the position of the palm, it is a hot day, and the firewood room is generally very dry, how can there be a damp feeling.

I was slightly stunned, and when I looked at the lighter, I saw a puddle of water on the ground, and there was a faint smell, and I shrugged my nose, this smell was somewhat familiar, as if I had smelled it somewhere.

I bent down, reached out and touched the water, and put it on my nose to smell it, there was a very faint smell of pesticides, I was shocked, how could it be this smell, could it be that the end of the hole under Qiao's house is this firewood house?

Thinking of this, my heart is overjoyed, if the end of the hole in the underground is this firewood room, that is to say, the direction that Aunt Lian sensed is correct, Su Mengke is in this firewood room nine times out of ten.

At that moment, I immediately stood up, because my legs and feet were a little numb, I slapped my thigh a few times, strangely, this time there was not the slightest pain in the thigh, but the sharp numbness made my brow furrowed.

I remember that there was a pain in my thigh before, why did it feel tingling this time? I pinched my thigh again, and it was still tingling, so what was the pain before?

This change made me calm down instantly, there are strange things in this firewood room, there are big weirdness, it is by no means as easy as I thought, there must be something that interferes with my train of thought, otherwise, this situation will not occur, you must know that people's six senses do not deceive.

I thought about it for a while, my brain was messy, I didn't know what was going on in front of me, my mind only remembered one thing, Su Mengke was in this firewood room.

What to do, what to do?

I was so anxious, I knew that Su Mengke was here, but the current situation did not allow me to move at all, as long as I moved, it was likely to attract more strange things.

After some ideological struggle, I was ruthless in my heart, and decided to go to the innermost, as for Lang Gao, I really didn't have the energy to take care of him, one was not seen in the firewood room, and the other was that Lang Gao was a practitioner, and his skills were good, even if he encountered any danger, he could solve it, and there would be absolutely no danger to his life.

So, while sliding the lighter, I walked inside, about three or four steps, I heard a movement in the room, at first I thought I had heard a mistake, so I blocked my right ear, leaned my ear and listened, there was indeed movement, as if it was footsteps, da, da, da.

There are other people in the firewood room, the first thing I thought of was Lang Gao, and soon I denied this idea, definitely not Lang Gao, from the footsteps can be heard, that person should be wearing leather shoes, only when the leather shoes step on the ground will there be a da-da-da, and Lang Gao seems to be wearing that kind of cloth shoes.

I will remember it so clearly, because in the days of Qiaodong, Lang Gao told me the origin of the cloth shoes, saying that when he went to the police academy, his mother sewed three pairs of cloth shoes for him, and I said at the time that in the 21st century, there are very few people who wear liberation shoes, and why do they still wear cloth shoes.

He said that his mother had stayed up all night sewing the cloth shoes, and that no amount of expensive shoes could match his cloth shoes.

Thinking of this, my heart tightened, and I glanced around vigilantly, trying to find the place where the sound came from, and to my disappointment, I couldn't see anyone at all, but the footsteps were getting closer and closer, da, da, da.

As the clatter got closer and closer, my whole heart hung in the air, and I stared around with a pair of eyes, not knowing what was going on, and the temperature in the firewood room gradually dropped, so that I couldn't help but sneeze.

Suddenly, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder, and when I turned my head, I was stunned, my feet were soft, and I sat on the ground with my ass, how could it be, why did it happen, this is not logical.