Cough cough cough...

After a violent cough, Zhou Ze gasped heavily to relieve the hypoxia just now.

This time I had a severe cold and felt so uncomfortable. The headache seemed to be about to explode. My ears kept chirping. Zhou Ze beat his head and tried hard to take a deep breath.

As the headache relieved, a smell of mold hit my nose.

Has it been raining recently and the home is moldy?

I reached out and pulled it to the left habitually, and my hands were empty.

I didn't catch the desk lamp, nor did I touch my glasses. I seemed to catch some wire-shaped objects at my fingertips, and it was still wet.

In an instant, Zhou Ze opened his eyes, the light in the room was dim, and the vision in his eyes gradually recovered.

He subconsciously touched his cheek, without wearing glasses, and his vision was so good.

I had no time to sigh at these things because the environment in front of him made him subconsciously hold his breath.

There is a low table in the middle of the room, with three walls. At the top of the wall behind, there is a 30×50 cm window. There is no wallpaper or latex paint on the wall. This is made of stones, and there are dark brown dots on the stones and gaps.

Obviously, this is blood, dried blood.

There was some black thatch under the butt, and the musty smell came from it.

The so-called wall opposite is composed of a wooden fence as thick as an arm, with very small gaps. The only fence door is also entangled with chains.

As for the only light in the room, there was an oil lamp on the wall next to the fence. As the cold wind blew, the light flickered and darker.

What is this place?

With this arrangement, is this an ancient prison cell?

If you have a cold and have a high fever, can you have hallucinations? It seems unlikely that the hallucinations can smell them?

Who is so bored? Find a forensic doctor to escape the secret room?

Not to mention, the layout is really quite like that.

Zhou Ze sighed, bent one leg, and prepared to stand up and call someone. He didn't want to play, and finally took sick leave, sleeping was the king.

As the movements on his legs, a crisp metallic impact made him stunned. He lowered his head and found that an iron chain as thick as a child's wrist was locked on his feet with two large iron rings.

The iron ring had no opening or traces of welding, and it almost fitted to his ankle.

The feet are covered with dirty and the wounds on the ankle bones can be seen deep.

I reached out and poked a scab, it hurts!

Zhou Ze was confused. The pain represents soberness and reality. In other words, these scars are real and not escape from a secret room.

So how did this iron ring fit on his ankle?

Why is he locked up here?

I looked at my hands carefully. My fingers were gone from the calluses of the knife. My fingers were very thin. When I touched my stomach, there was no trace of the fat.

This is not your own body!

Did you... travel through time?

The last thought made Zhou Ze shivering, and he quickly moved backwards and leaned against the wall.

A shouting sound in the distance broke the suffocating tranquility, and Zhou Ze held his breath and listened carefully.

"The name of Dizhuo is Zhang Xingquan, and the rice is served with the dead head!"

There was a sound of iron chains, and the door seemed to be opened.

"No, no! I'm wronged. I'm asking the prison chief for mercy. Ask for love with Xu Ming's mansion and re-examine the case!"

"Oh, hurry up and go on the road. I am just a little clerk. I don't have the energy to avenge you..."

"It's okay if I'm allowed to meet the bad handsome guy. This is really a monster, and it's not done by human power..."

The prisoner sighed.

"Monster? Do you have evidence? It's useless to see anyone at this time. What the saint wants is to settle the case, and it's meaningless to bite. Could it be that you hope that the bad handsome guy will end up in a different way? Today's slaughtered rice is delicious, and I won't give it to you tomorrow."

With the sound of the chains, the steps were gone, leaving only the whimpering sound of the man just roaring.

The oil lamp flashed a few times, making people feel cold in their hearts.

Judging from the sound, the T-shaped cell in the ground size is not far from here.

It was just a scattered meal. This was so scary. Moreover, the conversation between the two was full of words, either the Ming Mansion or the bad handsome guy, and what other evil people did.

Can these things be linked?

No matter whether it was time travel or something, he had to go out from here. Zhou Ze's eyes kept looking at the room and the idea of ​​escaping made countless plans flash in his mind.

However, looking at the railings of the window and the chains on the feet, Zhou Ze instantly shy.

It is unrealistic to escape from prison. He couldn't beat Tiehuan after trying it. He didn't know what was happening outside. He escaped like this and just died in another place.

I thought to myself, my eyes fell into the depression next to the oil lamp, as if something was stuck in the gap in the stone under the oil lamp. As the light flashed, I could feel that the gap was very deep.

Zhou Ze never thought about it, holding the iron chain on his feet, trying not to make any sound, and crawling with his hands and feet towards the direction of the oil lamp.

But he moved for a quarter of an hour from a distance of five or six meters.

Going closer, Zhou Ze picked up the oil lamp and illuminated it downwards, and there was something stuck in the cracks in the stone, neatly as if it was a piece of folded paper.

Zhou Ze looked around and picked up a relatively hard branch and tried to provoke it for a long time, and the paper was picked out.

The oil lamp was placed on the table, with iron chains on both feet, and erected his ears and listened carefully outside.

Apart from the whimpering sound of Zhang Xingquan, there was no other movement, and it seemed that there were not many people in the cell.

This discovery made Zhou Ze grit his teeth.

The death row prisoner must be locked up with the death row prisoner. The distance between the man is so close, does that mean that his silenced meal is not far away?

Unfolded the paper folded as the size of a fingernail, Zhou Ze approached the oil lamp and took a closer look.

This turned out to be a letter with sloppy handwriting, as if written in a fountain pen that was dipped in water. Some were slender and some were too hard to pierce the paper.

I saw it said:

If you can see this letter, at least you are not a fool.

Then let me nag you a few more words, anyway, I'm going to die soon, which is a real relief.

I guess your name is Zhou Ze, and maybe there is another one who used to be named Zhou Sanyuan. I wonder which era you came from and have you seen a horror cruise ship?

This is a pattern similar to that of infinite loop. I don’t know how many times I have experienced resurrection from the dead, but I can never escape and cannot get rid of the final outcome.

I am tired and afraid, and I don’t want to repeat this infinitely.

I know that only suicide can end it.

From the time you wake up to the time you are executed, there are still six hours left. First, estimate how much time you have just wasted, and the feeling of waiting is the most uncomfortable.

Do you think that Zhang Xingquan, a prisoner in the T-shaped room, had a dead head meal, and nothing else was wrong with you?

Haha, you two are locked in the entire prison.

He is looking for a bad handsome guy just to blame you. If he just shouted, you will be confused. He is also saying that he is wronged, and he is just a monster. It has nothing to do with him anyway.

Don't naively think that this bad coach is just a captain and can only raise secret stakes to spy on information. It's useless to ask him to complain or plead for mercy.

I once heard the prison chief say that this bad handsome guy is a monster catcher.

I don’t know what level, but I just know that these monster hunters are under the Monster Hunt Office. They are truly powerful existences in this country. They kill monsters, catch ghosts, monitor court officials, and control the fate of the country. They can do everything you can imagine and unexpectedly.

After circulating so many times, I overestimated myself. In fact, I don’t know who this matter is related to, nor who is the murderer. Let me tell you everything I know.

This is the Tang Kingdom, of course it is not the prosperous Tang Dynasty in history, but just a similar parallel space.

There should be ghosts or practitioners here. After all, they are not very shocked or unacceptable to such weird remarks.

Your surname is Zhou, your name is Ze, and your name is Sanyuan. You are the third child. You are a student of the Imperial College. You have just participated in the Jinshi imperial examination and the imperial examination.

Half a month ago, your father, General Mingwei, Zhou Yifu, was ordered to lead the Western Zhou Dynasty wedding mission back to Chang'an. The saint, the emperor, met the envoy, and at night, your father sent the person back to Duting West Post.

At the third hour of Hai, a demonic wind suddenly broke out, and the inn was shrouded in red mist. As the Tiangou Yuyue dissipated, other parts of the capital returned to normal.

Only Duting West Post was still immersed in the red fog, screaming in pain all night, but no one could enter.

After dawn, the only one who survived in Duting West Post was Zhang Xingquan, the young master of the Honglu. He disheveled his hair and shouted that there was a monster.

Your father Zhou Yifu disappeared, and nearly a hundred people in the group were all penetrated by a sword. Except for the head, there was no drop of blood inside and around the body. The body was stiff and his face was terrified.

All the defenders of the periphery were poisoned and died without any resistance. They died peacefully with a smile on their faces.

Then Zuo Jinwu Guard went straight to your house, and more than 20 people in your house were cut off.

Your father is still missing, and your eyes are red and covered in blood. You kneel in the yard with your father's sword.

No one knows who killed nearly a hundred people in the mission, and no one knows who killed your family, let alone where your father is.

In order to appease the Western Zhou Dynasty, the saint killed Zhang Xingquan, the young minister of the Honglu.

As for you, you will be cast by a bad coach and pretend to be General Mingwei and executed by Lingchi.

I have had enough of the feeling of Lingchi. After the consciousness disappeared, you still returned to this point of time, repeat the same process, and continue to wait for death.

There are less than twelve hours left, so think about how to escape.

The signature is written in the two words Zhou Ze, and there is also a smiling face.

Looking at the last smiling face, the paper in Zhou Ze's hand was trembling.

A fear that I had never had before surrounded Zhou Ze, and he was a forensic doctor, but he didn't expect that one day he would be cut off, and he would be cut off alive. Is this retribution?

If you can't escape this time, you have to repeat infinitely. How to do this?

Could it be that I learned from that person and ended up breaking myself?

At this moment, a pure black mouse jumped out of nowhere and landed directly on the table, staring at Zhou Ze straight at him, with a gloomy smile on his face.

"Squeak!"
Chapter completed!