"Do it!"

"Kill her!"

An impassioned male voice rose and fell in Zhang Luo's mind, just like a student representative who stood on the stage and spoke loudly when the students who were about to take the college entrance examination participated in the pre-exam mobilization meeting, constantly urging him to carry out the killing action.

But even if the body that did not belong to him was occupied by a complete desire to kill, Zhang Luo did not act according to the instructions of the voice, but gritted his teeth hard, and pointed the muzzle of the rifle in his hand at the ceiling with all his might, with an unshakable firmness in his voice:

"Why should I listen to you?"

Bang!

The left hand pulled the bolt, the right index finger uncontrollably pulled the trigger, and another bullet hit the ceiling of the woman's upper right.

"It's time! Do it! ”

A very inflammatory voice swirled in Zhang Luo's head, making him roar angrily: "Shut up! But the hands holding the gun involuntarily moved down, aimed the muzzle of the gun at the head of the "wife" who fell to the ground, and hooked the trigger again with the index finger of the right hand.

"Bang!"

"Ahh Exercise! Zhang Luo scolded.

Looking at the sneakers emitting green smoke from his right foot, and the bloody hole in the instep of his foot that had been blasted out by a 7.62mm rifle bullet, a sharp pain rose from the instep of his foot, creating an electric shock sensation all over his body.

Immediately after, the sunny scene disappeared in front of me.

With the sharp pain in his feet, he returned to the narrow corridor again, and in his hands that had returned to his original appearance, he was still holding the rifle he had just gotten from the cabinet, and the woman who fell at his feet suddenly became Lin Miao in pajamas and a blue coat.

"That's really the case...... Zhang Luo smiled and looked at the two bullet holes that were still smoking on the wall of the corridor:

As he speculated, the situation just now was not a "scene reproduction" in some hallucination, but his senses were deviated again, the body that seemed to be a white man was actually his own body, and the "wife" he was going to shoot was Lin Miao, who was also trapped in the corridor of infinite loops!

The gunshot wound on his right foot began to recover under the action of the god-made body, Zhang Luo threw away the rifle in his hand, and was about to bend down to check Lin Miao's condition, when the man's calm voice came from the telephone landline that had recovered its intact appearance on the cabinet in front of him:

"How do you know?"

"Nonsense, because the wound on my ankle that was cut by a blade of grass healed immediately, who else can have this kind of divine power except for a fierce man like me?" Zhang Luo said unashamedly.

-- While standing in the "grass" just now, he noticed that the small wound on his ankle had suddenly healed, which would not have been possible if he had really possessed the murderer and witnessed the scene reappearing.

Although it is only a subtle flaw, for Zhang Luo, this seemingly inconspicuous loophole is enough to explain the problem.

"I see."

The male voice on the phone said coldly, and then there was no more sound.

Realizing that a "person" suspected of being behind the scenes had run away, Zhang Luo didn't have time to continue to pay attention to that guy at all, just squatted down beside Lin Miao, gently patted her tear-stained cheeks, and whispered, "Wake up." ”

"Hmm......"

Lin Miao made a muffled sound, and then rolled over.

Seeing that the guy seemed to be sleeping, Zhang Luo couldn't help laughing, grabbed Lin Miao's shoulders with both hands, shook it vigorously, and shouted in her ear at the same time: "Wake up!" ”

"Ahh

As if recalling some terrifying scene, Lin Miao, who was still in a coma, jumped up like a rabbit, howled while stretching out his hands, and began to tear Zhang Luo's clothes.

Seeing that Lin Miao seemed to be about to lose her mind, Zhang Luo also pinched her shoulders with more force, causing her shoulder blades to crackle dangerously, and then shouted loudly:

"Don't worry, see clearly, I'm Zhang Luo!"

Zhang ...... Luo ......"

Hearing his name, Lin Miao, who was still in a state of suspicion of "losing his mind and going crazy", finally came back to his senses, and then suddenly hugged Zhang Luo's waist, threw himself into his arms, and wiped his snot and tears on the black clothes on his chest:

"Help me...... Help me......"

"Mm-hmm, don't worry." Zhang Luo patted the back of the woman in his arms, as if to soothe the frightened little animal.

While calming Lin Miao's emotions, he was naturally not idle when he happened to be standing at the corner of the corridor, and quickly glanced at the scene in the corridor to confirm his current location.

It seems that when he was "hallucinating", the space he was in had undergone a subtle change, as evidenced by the fact that the telephone that had been broken by his own foot had returned to its original state in this corridor.

In addition, since there was no light in this corridor, the light was much dimmer again, but Zhang Luo soon saw that there was a black flashlight in the pocket of Lin Miao's blue coat.

Reaching out and taking out the flashlight in the other party's pocket, after pressing the switch, there was suddenly a white circular aperture, reflecting the dark space around him.

"Where did you get this flashlight?" Zhang Luo asked.

"The ...... I picked up in the toilet" Lin Miao replied in a trembling voice, and after crying like venting for a while, she finally didn't panic as much as she did just now.

Despite this, Lin Miao did not leave Zhang Luo's "safe" embrace, and Zhang Luo had no intention of leaving immediately, but just raised the flashlight and stayed on the lakeside landscape painting on the wall of the corridor in front of him.

Zhang Luo knew very well that in such a strange place, with an emotionally unstable "teammate" was likely to have an accident, it was better to calm Lin Miao's emotions first and then plan for the next step.

However, just as he was about to look elsewhere with the light of a flashlight, a few lines of scarlet text slowly emerged on the canvas of the black-and-white landscape painting:

"You'll regret it."

"Only by recreating the scene can the anger of the resentful spirit be appeased, and you will never be able to leave this place without killing her."

Seeing a few lines of blood characters appearing on the painting, Zhang Luo shook his head with a smile and said:

"Only the waste will leave by pleasing the ghosts, do you think Lao Tzu will follow your orders?"

As he spoke, the words on the landscape disappeared.

"What are you talking about?" As if frightened by his sudden words, Lin Miao's body trembled slightly.

"It's nothing, it's just talking to myself." Zhang Luo reached out and touched the other party's messy long hair, and then looked at the dark corridor in front of him again:

"Let's go, I'll find a way to get you out of this hellish place." (To be continued.) )