On the first floor, there are only two elevators facing the main entrance, one up and one down, and the cold air is pouring up from under the elevator passage. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The people who built this place seem to have a soft spot for black, from the floor, to the walls and the elevator doors, all of which are made of black materials, and the whole space feels depressing and oppressive as soon as you enter, and the light bulbs on the roof are not as bright as the mobile phone screens.

Hell, but it lives up to its name, but it's really 'dark'......

The middle-aged man walked in front, obviously specially to pick them up, and when he got into the elevator and went down, the middle-aged man pressed the button of the number 10.

Yan Zhen glanced at the elevator floor button, the underground part of this building has a total of 10 floors, and they are going to the lowest floor.

He also noticed that when the elevator was turned on, the middle-aged man pressed his palm on a square light screen on the elevator door, and scanned it like a QR code before the elevator door opened.

For writers, this thing is definitely not a QR code, but a piece of paradise in the palm of the hand.

The writer of the Spring Market upgraded the black technology to this point, and Yan Zhen suddenly felt the pressure doubled.

They came in to save the chips, and if they couldn't even get out, it would be hilarious.

So Yan Zhen took advantage of a little time in the elevator to ask the middle-aged man about the whereabouts of potato chips and which writers in the senior area had spiritual props.

The middle-aged man is the gatekeeper of the Dark Hell, and he is relatively more well-informed than others, but he has never heard of potato chips, but he has provided the pen names of two writers who have used spiritual props.

In the dark prison, prisoners are placed in cells when they are caught, and they do not have to go through the judicial process at all, and they do not even know how long they will be held.

The elevator door opened, and the middle-aged man stepped out of the elevator first, standing in the dark corridor, with a row of independent rooms on each side of the corridor.

The doors of each cell are fully enclosed metal doors, and there is no way to tell if anyone is locked inside.

The middle-aged man led them to the door of cell 1010, which was also controlled by the Paradise Fragment.

"Don't try to escape when you enter here, the materials used to build this place are the same as the handcuffs you wear." The middle-aged man pointed to cell 1011 and said, "Who's going to this room?" You two can't be locked up together. ”

An Quan looked at Yan Zhen and took the initiative to say, "I." ”

The middle-aged man opened the door of cell 1011, he uncuffed An Quan, and when An Quan walked in, the metal door closed close.

At this time, the middle-aged man said to Yan Zhen, who was about to enter cell 1010: "Good luck." ”

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he closed the door of the cell, and he ignored one thing, he did not withdraw Yan Zhen's handcuffs.

The middle-aged man's strange tone made Yan Zhen's footsteps pause, but he still walked into the door without hesitation, and as soon as the cell door behind him closed, Yan Zhen felt something fly towards his face.

Puff puff -

Two blue lights flashed, and the two black shadows that flew towards Yan Zhen fell to the ground in response, and someone snorted dissatisfiedly, but nothing approached him anymore.

Suddenly there were two faint green lights in the pitch-black cell, and they were the eyes of a man, like the eyes of a wild wolf in the dark night, glowing with a seeping green light.

The walls around him were full of palm-sized bats, and the ones that were cut in two by Xiao 7 were the two bats that pounced on Yan Zhen.

"Yan Zhen?!" After the green-eyed owner opened his eyes and saw the appearance of the person who came, he let out an exclamation of disbelief, which was diametrically opposed to the calm and cold snort of Fang Cai.

Yan Zhen was familiar with his voice, or it was too familiar, so that he was not sure that it was the person he was familiar with, impossible, it was absolutely impossible!

"Lu... Lu Zhi? Despite the repeated denials in his heart, Yan Zhen couldn't help but call out the name that jumped out of his mind.

"It's me, you, you, how did you get here?" Lu Zhi jumped off the bed and fell to the ground, so surprised that he was a little incoherent.

"Is it really you? You're not—" Yan Zhen stopped talking violently, he really couldn't say the word 'death'.

Lu Zhi hugged Yan Zhen and slapped him on the back a few times, as if the two had never experienced a death parting, but were just old friends who had not seen each other for a long time.

After the excitement, Lu Zhi sighed deeply, pulled Yan Zhen to sit on the edge of the bed, and slowly recounted his experience.

From a biological point of view, he did die, his body was cremated, and Yan Zhen and his friends went on the day of his burial, which is an unmistakable fact.

On the other hand, he was not dead, he was lying in a coffin, in a deep dormant state.

I don't know how long later, he was woken up from the violent shaking that shook the sky, the coffin fell, and he crawled out of the coffin to find that someone else was actually at home.

Lu Zhi's hometown is in the countryside of Province B, about two hours away from T City, so he chose to stay in T City to work after graduating from college, so that he could go home to see his parents at any time on weekends.

He didn't know anything about what happened to him, how he survived, and ran back to his country home.

The village where he grew up has become a deserted village, his parents and relatives have been killed, and what is even more terrifying is that there are always swarms of bats following him, and he can't get rid of it.

He went from panic and fear at first, to calmness, to acceptance of reality, and finally, he calmed down completely, and found that his body had also undergone a drastic change - he could become a bat!

Speaking of this, Lu Zhi stopped and observed Yan Zhen's expression, he can accept his changes, but it doesn't mean that Yan Zhen can also accept to continue to be friends with a monster.

But Yan Zhen didn't show negative emotions such as disgust, fear, and rejection, he just listened carefully to Lu Zhi's narration, and thought of the Ferris wheel without a hanging coffin after the park restarted.

"I can't contact you, and I can't find Lao Wei, I heard that there is a writers' party in the Spring Market, so I flew over." Lu Zhitan spread his hands, and a sarcastic smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

"You're guilty too?" Yan Zhen asked.

"You don't know this place, it's not as simple as you think." Lu Zhi's face sank, and his eyes revealed a little cold.

This is Lu Zhi that Yan Zhen has never seen, which makes him feel strange, they used to live under the same roof and understand each other's living habits, even more than each other's parents.

But Lu Zhi in front of him has changed too much, which not only refers to his appearance, but also to internal changes, whether it is mood or temperament.

"You've changed." Lu Zhi suddenly changed the topic and said with emotion.

Yan Zhen was preempted by him, a little unconvinced, and said, "You have changed more than me." ”

Lu Zhihaha laughed, before the laughter was over, his body suddenly shrank, and in the blink of an eye, a fat bat flapped its wings and appeared in front of Yan Zhen.

It flew around Yan Zhen twice, deliberately flapping Yan Zhen's head with its wings, and then, as if it had had enough, it folded its meat wings and hung upside down on the rails of the bunk iron bed.

It was several times larger than the rest of the bats in the cell, and its body was two feet long, and it was displayed in front of Yan Zhen, and it changed back to its human form.

"How? Batman! ”

"I look like the Blue-winged Bat King."