Tick, tick.

Thick blood gathered on the top of the chair, and then dripped like rain. The blood covered the man, making the man who was invisible to people even more mysterious.

The man sitting in the chair slowly raised his head and "looked" at the ceiling. However, under the light of the helmet lamp, his face was still the same as when he lowered his head, and was covered by a thick black mist. I don't know any facial features, even if the man still has a face.

Suddenly, in less than half a second, a large black palm stretched out from the man’s face and grabbed it towards the money warehouse. The arm behind the palm was as thin as a bamboo pole, not human-shaped, and with amazing flexibility. It is more like a rope than an arm.

Seeing this scene, Qian Cang's muscles were mobilized, ready to deal with emergencies at any time. He took two steps quietly, and at the same time tilted his body slightly. Facing the raid of black palms, he temporarily chose the usual way to avoid. If it doesn't work, then use skills to evade. After all, he doesn't know where he is or what threats he will face. At present, he still has to take one step to see the situation.

The black palm quickly approached Qiancang One. After the distance was narrowed, the palm opened wider, as if he wanted to grab the latter's neck.

As soon as Qian Cang noticed this detail, he was slightly short, while using his right foot to evade to the left, but the black palm violated inertia, changed direction with almost no signs, and suddenly accelerated, almost too fast to be noticed by the naked eye.

In the face of this emergency, even if he could barely see the movement trajectory of his black palm, Qian Cangyi still reacted and launched the leader of Time Tomb.

In an instant, the black palm stopped, but at this time he had grabbed the Qiancang by the neck and was tortured to death like handcuffs. No matter how hard the Qiancang struggled, he couldn't get rid of it.

What a weird route!

Qian Cangyi was horrified. Although it may be just a coincidence, from another perspective, the black palm's attack method really restrained his skills. At least during the first sneak attack, it could have an unexpected effect.

Could it be that I will definitely be caught?

An idea came to his mind, compared to the black palm that specifically restrained him, the possibility of "must hit" was greater. Thinking of this, he frowned, and took out the special item "Evil Missing" in his right hand, ready to deal with emergencies at any time, because he planned to end the effect of the skill.

The guide of the Time Tomb is over, and time returns to the surrounding space again.

The cold feeling spread all over the body from the neck as a starting point. Several **** pictures flashed in Qiancangyi’s mind. Each picture was distorted into a strange angle. It was impossible to see the content of the painting at all, only the glare could be seen. His red and deep black, and then, an irresistible force came from the black hand, dragging him towards the man's face.

At the moment Qiancang hesitated, he was swallowed by the black on the man's face.

In the enclosed room, there was only pitch black and the ticking sound of blood falling from the ceiling.

...

Qiancang woke up with a violent cough. He opened his eyes and found himself lying in a larger bathroom. Next to him was an eggshell bathtub filled with water. The sunlight on the side was very faint, almost as close as candles. It is almost the same, not even as good as a candle. It can only illuminate the surrounding area of ​​1 meter, and further away, the light runs without a trace like a naughty child.

Qiancang took a deep breath, pressed his right hand on his chest, and waited for the cough to calm down before he climbed up on the edge of the bathtub.

"Sure enough, as I thought, the black palm can't escape at all. I should have entered the man's body, maybe it's a memory, maybe it's an illusion. In short, I have to find a way to get out of here, etc..."

When talking about this, he just propped up his upper body with his hands and looked down. Under the lighting of the helmet lamp, he could see the water surface clearly, but at this time, the water surface did not reflect his face. No, to be more precise, there is no him at all, not just the face, head, body, clothes, etc., all, as if he doesn't exist in this world at all.

A strange sense of fear quietly planted seeds in my heart, waiting for germination at any time.

Qiancang looked at the water carefully, closed his left eye, and planned to test it. Suddenly, there was a "puff, puff" sound from behind the front wall.

The noise was very dull, like someone hitting the wall on the other side.

Maybe, it's not human...

As soon as Qiancang stood up, he watched the wall in the dark vigilantly, his muscles tensed, and he was ready.

There was no way to escape in the airtight room just now, but now the situation is not necessarily the same, but the strange noise did not appear again, he slowed down his breathing and focused his attention on his ears, except for the sound of heartbeat and breathing, no more suspicious noises were heard. , Just like that, he stood there and waited for nearly 5 seconds ~lightnovelpub.net~ before turning his head to observe the situation in the bathroom.

The bathroom is large, with the bathroom door on the right side closed at this time, the toilet on the left side, the washbasin and half-length mirror behind him, and several towels of different colors hung on the bar beside it.

Qiancang turned his head and looked at the half-length mirror behind him.

There is a thin layer of mist on the half-length mirror. Because of the blocking of the mist, it is impossible to see the situation in the mirror clearly.

Qiancang slowly stretched out his right hand, preparing to dry the mist, but when it reached halfway, he suddenly stopped, and turned to the light yellow towel to the side. After holding the towel in his hand, he again Wipe the mist on the mirror with a towel.

On the misty mirror surface, the place wiped by the towel became very clear, but there was still no Qiancangyi in the mirror, as if no one was in the bathroom, and he could see the situation behind him directly through the mirror.

There was a soft "crunch" from the left.

As soon as Qiancang turned his head, he found that the bathroom door was already open, and at the doorknob, a small pale hand suddenly retracted into the darkness.

Although he didn't see the hand very clearly just now, one thing is certain, that hand must be a child's hand.

Qiancang Yi didn't chase out immediately, but walked to the right. The toilet lid behind the bathtub was the only place in the bathroom that was not checked and could hide things. He took a towel in his right hand and walked to the toilet a few steps. Reach out and open the toilet lid.

A sheet of paper folded into a square is stuck in the place of the flushing port.

Qiancang reached out his hand to pick up the paper and looked down.

The paper is white, with light brown reference lines on it, and the light of the helmet light passing through can vaguely see the writing behind the paper.

I took apart the folded paper and found that there was a paragraph of text in the middle. This text is neither a diary, nor is it, but a note.