His eyes lit up again and again. Feng Rong found that he was in a quiet room, and there was no one around him. He was obviously in the form of team formation, but suddenly he could not see Assistant Lin's minister frowned unexpectedly. After a while, he calmed down and looked at the environment he was in.

This is a room that touches about ten square meters, like the cheap rented houses in the 1980s and 1990s. There is only one room alone, without a toilet or bathroom, a desk, a bed, and two stools. It has filled the entire space. Looking at the clothes hanging, the person living here should be a young man with a lot of daily necessities, and even the quilts are piled up on the bed in a mess, as if the owner of the room was just going out for the time being and will return later. The spiritual consciousness was undoubtedly blocked again, but it was not like the previous formation. Feng Rong touched the wall, and suspected that there was some special material added here - but where is the Mingjing Resort?

Feng Rong was thinking about Lin Yingkong. Although he was having questions in his heart, he still went to open the door as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, the door could not be opened. There was a key hole in the door, but no key was seen around him. Feng Rong looked out through the crack of the door and could only see another door in the dim line of sight opposite him, with the words "302" on the paint brush. The handwriting was crooked and dark red, like undried blood. Feng Rong took a step back and tried to attack the door. The power of the outside was swallowed silently by it. He raised his eyebrows, turned around and pulled the curtains on the window, but what he saw was a wall made of red bricks. The attack was also invalid. Feng Rong turned around and looked around the room, and used an incandescent lamp hanging on a wire to sway his shadow - is he going to escape from this secret room?

Since it can be solved with skills, Feng Rong has no intention of going violently. He probably has all been scattered into various secret rooms, so he feels much more at ease with Lin Yingkong's current situation. After all, his assistant basically doesn't do it if he can use his brain.

There was no living thing in the room except him, and no one could ask. Feng Rong could only search through the boxes and cabinets for keys. As he searched, he found a diary in the desk. The handwriting was beautiful and neat, and the front looked like some trivial things. Feng Rong turned directly to the back. The handwriting on the next few pages was obviously messy, and there was a sense of panic between the lines. He found a pencil and marked the sentences that needed attention.

"On July 5, 1992, Xiao Min of Yin.302 said that Rui Rui did not commit suicide because she could not go to school, but was pushed down. I asked her who did it, but she said, that was not a human...what would be? Xiao Min refused to say it,"

"On July 9, 1992, Mr. Ning from Xiaoyu. 401 passed away. Everyone said that he was old, but I don't know if it was my illusion. I think Mr. Ning's death looks very strange. Who would show such a horror expression when he died?"

"On July 11, 1992, it was cloudy and cloudy. Mr. Ning's eldest daughter disappeared. Today should be the day to send Mr. Ning to the funeral. She had just finished a fight with her brothers because of the funeral payment, so everyone in her family thought she had sneaked away, but why didn't she take her luggage away?"

"July 12, 1992, cloudy. I saw Mr. Ning's eldest daughter's shoes on the rooftop, and there were also blood-like liquids and some strange symbols around it... What does this mean? I was a little scared."

"On July 14, 1992, Aunt Lin from Yin.101 disappeared. The last time she saw her was she who said she wanted to go to the rooftop to dry the quilt, but there was no one on the rooftop. The symbols, shoes and blood I saw before were gone."

"On July 16, 1992, the shower. Aunt Lin had not found it yet, and Uncle Li of 404 was also missing. He was very withdrawn. If the landlord had not urged him to rent, everyone would not know when they would find out. Although they were muttering that a big man would not be able to see him easily, they could see that they were also very uneasy. I wanted to go to the rooftop, but Xiao Min didn't allow me to go, but didn't tell me the reason."

"On July 18, 1992, it rained heavily. Two days... something happened every two days. My premonition was fulfilled. Zhang Nan in 204 sneaked out to play games in the middle of the night and never came back. His parents found his thumb at the entrance of the corridor. The police said they didn't know if he offended someone. He was chopped and caught the person...I suspect that something was hidden in the building, from the rooftop to the building, it was... moving!"

"On July 20, 1992, Xiaoyu. The rain has not stopped for many days. Hengzai in 201 has disappeared. No one who has disappeared has been found. I think they are all dead."

"On July 21, 1992, it was raining heavily. I told Xiao Min about my speculation and insisted on going to the rooftop to investigate, because the building became uneasy since Rui Rui jumped down on the rooftop. Xiao Min still stopped me, and she said, Wu Zheng, don't go, the devil is there. Apart from this, she refused to say anything. I don't know whether to believe her, I only know, I'm very scared."

"On July 22, 1992, the rain finally stopped. I went to find the old man nearby and asked. They said that the devil would only appear in the land of great evil and evil. If not, he could only be summoned. Who is summoning the demon in the building?"

"On July 23, 1992, the rich man from Yin.301 got up early in the morning and went to the toilet and disappeared. In less than a month, two people died in the building. Six people were not seen in their lives, and the police ran back and forth, but there was no good news. Everyone was a little broken and wanted to move away, but how could they leave for a while? Xiao Min lived alone, and I was worried that something would happen to her, but I was also thinking, will it be me next?"

"On July 24, 1992, the shower. Xiao Min disappeared! Why! It has changed its rules even less than two days?!"

"On July 25, 1992, showers. I saw it! In Xiao Min's room, I saw its eyes, red, and that was the devil's eyes! What about Xiao Min, is Xiao Min dead?!"

"On July 26, 1992, it rained heavily. No one was missing today, but I had a premonition that it was my turn, and it was staring at me... No, I can't sit and wait for death."

The diary ended here, and even the last word "kill" was not finished. I don't know if it was too hasty or no chance to write it. The handwriting on it was still fresh, and even the chair was kept in a posture of being pulled away by someone. It seemed that shortly after Wu Zheng, the owner of the diary, left, Feng Rong habitually wanted Lin Yingkong to check the records in 1992. Then he thought that this might be just a background of the game, but he still looked at the position at hand in a daze. In fact, he had long been used to having someone beside him never abandoned him. It was because he was too used to it, so he didn't pay attention to it, or he was unwilling to pay attention.

But he has nothing to regret now. Not every deep affection will not be disappointed. Six years ago, he was definitely not as peaceful and natural as he is now. Now he and Lin Yingkong are also perfect. As for the future... let's see it again in the future.

After searching the diary, Fengrong put it in his backpack after confirming that there was no mezzanine, and continued to find the key. Unfortunately, he could at most confirm that the environment here was indeed imitating other useful things in the 1990s... Feng Rong took a black and white photo and took a look. The photo shows a man and a woman in her early twenties. The man looked a little shy, dressed simply but cleanly. The woman dressed more fashionablely, but her whole temperament was a little gloomy. Her eyes under the frameless glasses always felt that it made people look mao. Feng Rong suspected that this was Wu Zheng and Xiao Min. Judging from the description in the diary, the relationship between them should be good.

Feng Rong unzipped the backpack and put the photo into the mezzanine. At this moment, a trace of movement in the corridor outside the door was suddenly magnified in the quiet room. Feng Rong suddenly tightened his nerves - why are there footsteps outside?

The footsteps were not heavy, but they were not as light as those of the alien ability. They seemed to be just an ordinary person, and they were very cautious in their footsteps. As if they were afraid of disturbing something, Feng Rong turned into a long whip and silently attached to the door to slow down their breathing. Although the door could stop him, he could not stop the transmission of the sound. He heard the footsteps paused in all three places, and he was still stuck in front of the 302 door opposite for a while, and finally stopped in front of the room where Feng Rong was and stopped leaving.

Through a door, Feng Rong also smelled a faint smell of blood. This was not a good sign. When he was thinking about whether this was the person in the game party or the "people" in this building, the slight metal collision outside made Feng Rong stunned. Could it be... the person who came has a key to open the door? Is it Wu Zheng back? Sure enough, the next moment, the sound of the key inserting into the keyhole came. With a "click", Feng Rong flashed to the position behind the door where the wall was attached, and the door was slowly pushed open.

The visitor seemed to be alert to the surrounding environment. After pushing the door open, he waited for almost a minute before stepping in. Feng Rong, who had been maintaining the same movement, suddenly stopped his hand before the whip strangled the other person's neck, and whipped it and passed through the other person's ear. The thin hair was swept up by the strong wind. The visitor stopped and raised his hands to show that it was harmless, "Minister of the Darkness, it's me."

"Xing Jun?" Feng Rong was unexpected.

Xing Jun bumped into the keys in his hand and smiled, "It seems that my luck is still good."

Feng Rong's expression was not as relaxed as him, "Are you injured?" After getting closer, the blood energy was more obvious to those who had experienced the war.

"Well, a little bit of injury has been treated." Xing Jun raised his hand and signaled. The clothes on the outside of his arm were indeed stained with blood. Not much, so he was more willing to find a chair and sit down. He felt relieved, "It's not easy to meet a living person."

"What was you attacked?" Feng Rong frowned, "Where is Bianhai?"
Chapter completed!