The kerosene lamp was placed on a dilapidated desk facing the door, and a small cluster of fire was inside the glass shield. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The fuel used in kerosene lamps is usually kerosene, but there is also clear oil or diesel, but either way, it is very incompatible with this high-tech ghost land.

But for some reason, looking at the flames dancing in the lampshade, I was interested.

There was only one way out of the small room before, and it cannot be said that this was an absolute coincidence. I always felt that there was something unusual about this room.

Or maybe it's just a deviation in consciousness, but I decided to take a look first.

After placing the autumn water on a wooden bed made of a bench to the right of the old desk, I subconsciously unzipped my backpack until my hand reached into the backpack, and I couldn't help but be stunned - I actually wanted to find a tool to pluck the wick.

Is it because it's weak?

I don't know why.

But he was unconsciously drawn by such an aura.

After taking out one of the medical tweezers in my backpack, I took the shade of the kerosene lamp away. The flames that were attacked by the breath instantly dimmed a lot.

I instinctively clamped the wick of the cotton rope upwards with tweezers, and the fire brightened up much in an instant.

Of course, under the reflection of the wolf's eyes, this light still looks a little bleak.

After putting the lampshade back, I began to systematically analyze these things in my head.

The kerosene lamp is still full of oil, and the light is on, which means that the lamp was lit not long ago, and the oil should have been fresh. The analysis depends on how clean the oil surface is. If it is oil that has been left for a long time, it will definitely get some dust on it.

By all indications, just before Qiushui and I entered here, someone had just walked out on the front foot.

The emergence of this hypothesis added a touch of fear to the current situation.

Who is the other party? Why did you attract me and Qiushui into this room?

I looked around and saw that the room was ordinary. Twenty square rooms with a bizarre vault. On top of an old desk by a wall facing the door, there was a burning kerosene lamp.

To the right of the desk is a wooden bed.

The characteristic of this type of bed is that it can be expanded and reduced at will. Since the foot of the bed is two benches placed horizontally parallel to each other, and on top of the benches are several wooden planks in a vertical direction. I took a closer look at the exposed end of the plank and saw that it was a thicker, flat, smoother slat.

Judging from the current size of the bed, it is only one meter five wide, and it is covered with dusty blankets. The blanket looks very ordinary, with a dark brown background and some patterns of cats and dogs, similar to the cold supplies used in ordinary people's homes.

Strangely, the dark brown color on this blanket is very conspicuous. I reached out and touched it, and noticed that it was sticky.

It doesn't make sense.

Even some faded clothing and bed sheets are not likely to feel this way simply by touching them. Although it was sticky and dry, I could instantly tell that it was not the original color of the blanket.

At this time, I was puzzled, but I didn't think much about it, because it was the special feeling caused by the long-term dust spilling on it.

Qiushui was lying on the bed, which was just big enough for his height. But I don't know how I look at it, I always feel that there is something wrong with the bed, and this suspicion does not appear in the visuals, but in the atmosphere.

After realizing the problem, I saw that the atmosphere of the whole room was a little strange, as if I was in a coffin at this time.

Qiushui's face was as pale as ever, but it became a kind of contrast with the room.

I sighed, and the words that Qiushui had said before came back to me in an instant—all the way forward.

And if there is no way? How to do it!

I tentatively called Qiushui a few times, but he was still so quiet, as if he didn't want to wake up in his sleep. I probed his snort, and it was very even, and the wound on his body had stopped bleeding, which reassured me a lot.

In desperation, I continued to observe the room.

Continuing past the plank bed placed against the wall on the side of the bed, there is a dresser carved with a hollow peony pattern in the middle of the other wall behind a 90-degree corner.

There was something strange about the dresser, a circle of oval mirrors that had been stained with a bright red hue.

I subconsciously touched the color, damn it, it actually got on my hands. I pinched my fingers, but the stickiness on my hands became more and more slippery.

At this moment, I began to be a little scared, and subconsciously looked back, everything in the room was normal, and Qiushui was still lying quietly on the bed.

Instinctively, I turned my head back to the mirror, and first my own shadow appeared, and the young man with wolf eyes looked at him in embarrassment. But for some reason, I only looked at it for a few more seconds, and suddenly there was a circle of ripples on the mirror.

I was stunned, and when I looked at it, it was a ripple.

I was startled and hurriedly stepped back, but my eyes were involuntarily drawn to it.

Fear made me shudder involuntarily, and the beam of the wolf's eyes also showed a fight due to the shaking hand.

It's just that in the next second, under the ripples in the mirror, a face suddenly appeared.

I instinctively stepped back, trying to cry out my fear, but after a few moments of tapping my lips, I couldn't say anything.

Fear is fear, but the face in the mirror made me sober up in an instant.

It was Qiushui's face.

At this moment, I even forgot to look at the autumn water lying on the wooden bed on one side, and I only had the scene in the mirror in my mind.

The face hooked the corners of my mouth, and the terrifying aura instantly spread all over my body, and at this moment, my brain seemed to be staring at me like a lack of oxygen, forgetting to think, and the whole person was just staring at the front of me.

I didn't even have an idea of how long this state lasted, and it wasn't until Qiushui's familiar voice came from the other side that I woke up violently. When I looked in the mirror again, there were still faces.

After a few moments of relief, I shuddered and walked to the plank bed.

"Brother, are you awake?" I asked.

Qiushui was motionless, and the corners of his mouth were not even involved.

I stared at him for a moment, and the fear in my heart suddenly spread.

Nima's, that voice just now!

Suddenly raised his head and turned back to the mirror, and there were suddenly circles of ripples under the mirror surface that had returned to calm.

I cursed, it was endless. But anger is anger, and fear is always with us.

"Who are you?" I couldn't help but ask.

As soon as the words fell, I was startled myself.

I even wonder if I have subconsciously accepted another "autumn water"! (To be continued.) )