It was a very ordinary iron door. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dusty door panel is heavy, sturdy, and very safe and reliable at first glance.

Just like this, an ordinary iron door isolated Xia Beifeng from the outside world, trapped in the stairwell leading from the third floor to the fourth floor.

There were no windows in the stairwell, only snow-white walls, not even a graffiti stain. This monotonous and boring color can easily drive people crazy after looking at it for a long time.

After Xue Qing left, he once rushed to the fourth floor, trying to find a way out from above.

As a result, the fourth-floor access to the corridor was also locked by an identical iron door. The only difference is that the iron door on the fourth floor not only has the lock that comes with the security door, but also a huge copper lock, which is entwined by a finger-thick iron chain, and a secondary safety is installed on the door.

"Why is a hospital idle and has nothing to do with so many doors! Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to run out if you catch fire! ”

Xia Beifeng angrily kicked at the iron door on the third floor, listening to the dull sound of the iron door, he only felt that his legs were a little faintly painful.

What the hell, aren't you a ghost? Isn't it still going through time?

"It's so powerful, just come up and just face it! What's the matter if you lock me up and run away on my own! ”

He shouted to Xue Qing, who didn't know that he was still there, outside the door: "Always playing these little tricks, don't you have any real skills?" Besides, do you think this thing is really shutting me down? ”

While roaring, he leaned on the door and listened to the noise outside.

There was no sound outside.

This gray security door is a rarity after twenty years. Xia Beifeng is not very familiar with it, but he has seen it a few times when he was a child.

Although this thing is metal, it is strong and durable, but the sound insulation effect is definitely not so good.

The noise on the third floor was so loud just now, it was impossible to be quiet for so little if nothing else.

So in this situation, either Xue Qing has used some means to directly separate the inside and outside of this door; Either that, the people on the third floor are all ......

He shook his head quickly, clearing the bloody images that had appeared in his mind along with his guesses, forcing himself to calm down.

There were quite a few people on that floor, and even Xue Qing shouldn't be able to dispose of them all so quickly. Even if she has the ability to travel through time, her mobility is not realistic.

Let's think of it as the first possibility.

He sighed, stood in front of the door, and shouted a few times with little hope, "Help!" ”

Of course, no one was birding him, and the cold security door was still standing in front of him, as if it was silently mocking him.

"!"

Xia Beifeng scolded in a low voice, and angrily kicked a few more times at the security door in front of him.

There was a muffled sound on the door, and the crisp ~ numbness caused by the force of the shock also appeared in his consciousness along with the sound.

The force he used these few times was so great that even the ground trembled with the iron gate for a while.

A chuckle finally came from the other side of the door. The opponents outside the door seemed to be laughing at his self-defeating and self-inflicted behavior.

"I can't lock you up? Do you have any other good ways than to get angry? Just keep banging on the door honestly, and see if you can break it before your bones break, and I'll go first!" ”

Xue Qing shouted from the door in a brisk tone, with some of the unique arrogance and coquettishness of a girl in her voice, and then left with a loud laugh.

Xia Beifeng sighed as he listened to the laughter that was getting farther and farther away. He reached out against the wall, closed his eyes and felt the breath outside the door for a moment, finally making sure that she was really gone.

"With your IQ, it's no wonder that you will be excluded at school, and you can't think of committing suicide."

In the winter in the north, there is basically warm heating indoors. Stairwells that provide shelter for pipes tend to be a little warmer than indoors.

Xia Beifeng was originally wrapped in a coat, and he didn't feel anything when he ran on the road, but he felt a little cold in the cold corridor on the first floor.

At this time, he just stayed in the stairwell in his coat for a while, but he was already hot and sweaty, and he was upset.

He tossed for a while after Xue Qing left, and then quieted down.

The air around him was too hot, and he didn't want to use violence against the iron gate anymore, nor did he bother to curse Xue Qing angrily.

Anyway, both of these things are quite strenuous and might as well be comfortable to sleep at home.

I don't know why, but he understands Shen Luotian's attitude towards life a little bit at this time.

He took off his coat and put it on the heating pipe next to him, revealing the black shirt he was wearing underneath.

"Be calm, be calm, be frightened and naturally cold."

He whispered, unbuttoned the two shirts under the collar, reached out as a fan, and slapped himself into the collar a few times.

"Aunt Xue Qing, you actually think that a single door can trap me here, it seems that you really don't have a correct understanding of my personal ability!"

He said as he reached his finger to the top of his shirt.

There was a decorative metal stud at the collar, the kind found on most shirts—golden, round, and inlaid with a small rhinestone ornament.

He pulled the metal nail off the collar with all his might, pinched it in his hand and swung it ~ for a while, and actually broke out a needle with a minimum of five centimeters in the metal nail.

"Oh, man! It's not good to have too many meetings! I don't feel the despair of being helpless. ”

Xia Beifeng shook his head and sighed, squatted by the door and put the needle in his hand into the keyhole.

In fact, he hasn't unlocked the lock for a while, and he feels that the technology is very rusty. But the door in front of him is too outdated for him, a traverser.

This kind of thing, I could poke one open in three minutes when I was a teenager, and now I haven't done it for so long, it looks like it's really old! It's useless!

He pinched the long needle and squatted by the door for more than ten minutes, before finally hearing an extremely small "gada" sound, proving that he had successfully opened the door.

"Whew...... It's so troublesome! ”

He reached out and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and with a sigh of relief, he stood up and pushed open the metal door.

The doorway was not the noisy or quiet hospital hallway of corpses.

But...... Another flight of stairs leads in the opposite direction.

The staircase behind him looked exactly the same, turning a corner along the platform beneath his feet and sprinting downward.

It didn't seem to be at all disagreeable, as if it had been in this place in the first place, just separated by an iron door.

"Aunt Xue, you really have some ability, not only can you play time, but also play space...... But what can it be? ”

Xia Beifeng smiled contemptuously, picked up his clothes, and walked towards the bottom of the stairs with his legs raised.

He wasn't scared of the fact that something unknown would come down the road, but rather something anticipating.

Anything goes, and whatever moves anyway is going to be cleaned up by me.

He thought indifferently, and strode in an unknown direction until he saw the open iron door downstairs.

The iron door is painted in white with a large Arabic numeral "3".

Xia Beifeng turned his head in surprise and looked up the stairs.

The door on the fourth floor, with its copper locks, is still in motion.

It's turned back to where it was.

So you've been tossing around for so long, just to get me a ghost to trap me?

"Alas......"

He looked up at the ceiling, sighed, and pulled the cigarette case out of his coat pocket.

Smoke a cigarette first, anyway.

He thought to himself, but when his fingers touched the cigarette case, he also touched ~ another thing in his pocket.

Xia Beifeng lit a cigarette and looked at the stack of yellow paper in his hand over and over through the swirling smoke.

How did I just not think of it?

This is the rune paper that Ye Baiyu brought him "for communication" before. Although Ye Baiyu doesn't know where the people are now, this thing may not work.

If it works, try it first!

After the talisman paper in his hand was ignited, a large puff of smoke came out, which quickly spread through the narrow stairwell, filling every corner.

The gray paper ashes continued to fall to the ground one after another, until the entire rune paper was burned out, and nothing too strange happened.

If it is placed in normal times, when the rune paper is halfway burned, it should be heard Ye Baiyu's voice.

Can ...... now

Sure enough, it didn't work.

But at least one thing was certain—something really happened to Ye Baiyu.

Xia Beifeng clapped his hands, shook off the paper ash standing in his hand, and trampled out the small sparks under his feet.

He squatted on the ground, looked at the cigarette in his hand that was gradually getting shorter, and finally felt a little crying without tears.

This is probably the so-called menopause~ right, although it is not intense.

Then he heard his cell phone ring.

The rousing symphony reverberates in the empty stairwell, influenced by the swirling space, and sounds even more magnificent.

He reached for his phone and glanced down.

The word "Xiaotian" is displayed on the screen of the mobile phone.

You're up there, I'm down there, you can text me, I'm twenty years ago! Or is it a place where you don't even have a mobile phone signal, so you can make calls? Aren't you going too far?

Even if you're a ghost king, you can't do that...... That's too much!

"Hey!"

Xia Beifeng put his mobile phone to his ear and shouted lazily: "What's the matter?" Your brother is busy right now! ”

"Oh, I know, how are you?"

Shen Luotian's voice came from the phone, mixed with the sound of "stabbing and lala", which sounded intermittent and a little distorted: "What the hell are you in now!" I started trying it last night, and I couldn't get through on the phone, and I finally succeeded in doing it once. Let's make sure, are you still alive? Are you gasping for breath from the thing you're talking to? ”

"I can gasp, I have a heartbeat, and I can still be alive."

Xia Beifeng's emotions quickly cooled down excitedly, and said indifferently: "What's the matter with you?" ”

"Don't be so disgusted, I'm showing my concern for my relatives!"

Shen Luotian shouted exaggeratedly over there, and whispered something, and someone next to him responded to him, but because of the increasingly noisy electric current, he couldn't hear what he was saying clearly through the phone.

"What did you say?"

Xia Beifeng shouted at him loudly: "I didn't hear it clearly, say it again!" ”

"Nothing, I'm not talking to you!"

Shen Luotian also amplified his voice and shouted to him: "I just want to tell you that there is a ten-year-old child here with me, and it just so happens that he happens to have the same name as you." The kid is fine now, you don't have to worry about it. The signal doesn't seem to be very good here.,China Mobile is really not powerful.,If you don't have anything to say, I'll hang up first! ”

As he spoke, the current on the phone grew louder and louder, almost drowning out his voice. Xia Beifeng subconsciously tilted his head and glanced at the mobile phone screen, and even saw rhythmically beating snowflakes on it.

What's the matter with China Mobile? You've thrown the pot too far!

It's nice to be able to hear the sound over such a long distance, and how good do you expect the signal to be!

Anyway, I'm satisfied as long as the phone doesn't explode.

"Wait a minute!"

Although he was frantically spitting in his heart, he didn't forget the serious thing after all, and while the signal was not completely cut off, he quickly told what he had encountered: "I have encountered a ghost hitting the wall in a hospital now, and I am trapped in the stairwell between the third and fourth floors. No matter how you walk, after turning the corner, you still see the stairs on the third floor, is there anything you can do? ”

There was a vague sound of electricity coming from the other side, and although the volume was loud, it was completely unclear what he was saying, only a shrill noise.

"Huh?"

Xia Beifeng shouted loudly: "I didn't hear clearly." ”

There was a more faint "stabbing and stinging" sound on the other end of the phone, but finally it suddenly became clear: "...... That's it, do as I say, get it? ”

Understand, you're a ghost! This ability to blur the focus is too smart! Is the general crossing so rigorous?

He was about to ask again, but he felt that the temperature of his mobile phone had risen rapidly to a dangerous level, and there was a violent vibration inside.

It turned out to be a prophecy, and it was really going to explode.

He subconsciously put down his phone, but when he looked down, he saw that the entire phone screen was like a color palette, still flickering.

The hot phone shell burned his palm, burning his hand with a dull ache.

At this moment, Shen Luotian's voice came from the microphone again, and it sounded clearer than ever: "Break the mirror!" ”

He hung up the phone after shouting hoarsely.

Xia Beifeng listened to the short busy sound on his mobile phone and was stunned for a while.

The temperature of the mobile phone dropped rapidly, and the blurry screen gradually returned to normal.

Mirror?

What mirror?

He turned his head to look in the direction of the iron door he had opened. There wasn't anything to call a mirror, and there wasn't even a reflective surface on the dusty iron door.

He glanced down at the phone in his hand again, and there seemed to be something shaking in the blackened screen.

He wondered, "Huh?" With a sound, he re-lit the phone screen.

His phone's wallpaper is a sketch of a man asleep on a table with colored pencils.

A drop of crimson blood happened to fall on the face of the person on the mobile phone screen, and with the movement of Xia Beifeng's hand, it gradually spread in the mobile phone.

"Sleep~ groove!"

The blood stain appeared so suddenly that his frightened hand shook and he almost threw the phone out of his hand.

The crimson blood soon covered the entire phone screen, and continued to spread outward, oozing out little by little along the gaps around the phone, and his hands were covered with thin dark blood.

The blood in the phone seemed to be alive, slowly flowing out of the screen, and finally disappeared from the phone completely.

There is no such thing as "there is a steady stream of blood gushing out of somewhere~ in ordinary ghost stories" and the like, which makes it difficult to clean up.

The idea of blood coming out of the phone was fantastical, but he soon discovered something even more fantastical, and that was the phone itself.

This mobile phone that has accompanied him up and down the mountains and rivers, coming and going in the wind and rain, is still strong after more than a year of inhumane treatment. After traveling through time this time and being cleaned of one side of the internal parts by blood of unknown origin, it actually ...... Or sure enough, it's not bad at all.

Looking at it this way, I guess even if it crosses back, it shouldn't be harmed.

So when exactly will I be able to switch to an Apple 7?

Xia Beifeng looked at the mobile phone in his hand whose shell had faded a little, and thought emotionally.

I don't know if this phone has become a fine of its own, or if it is really in disrepair. Just as its owner was holding it and thinking about something very unfriendly to it, it suddenly shook itself twice and turned on the front camera of the phone.

Xia Beifeng stared at himself on the phone screen for a while, and finally spit out two words.

"I~!"

(To be continued.) )