Before taking two steps, Lin Fenghuo suddenly felt a strong and severe pain.
It was a heartbreaking pain, as if something was eating away at my soul in my mind.
"Let me out, let me out."
As if his mind was exploding, that voice suddenly sounded in Lin Fenghuo's mind, repeating one sentence over and over again.
Lin Fenghuo endured the severe pain and clasped his fingers against the wall, inching closer to the bed. The originally white fingers gradually turned blood red, and blood flowed along the wall and to the ground.
The painful pain made his face look hideous, his pupils were already congested and covered with bloodshot eyes, and the whites of his eyes were already scarlet. Lin Fenghuo held his head with both hands, beat it, and roared, but the pain intensified.
Without the sense of true energy, he had no power to resist when faced with the rise of his inner demons.
"It's you again, it's you again!"
Lin Fenghuo beat the wall, his eyes were half scarlet and half dark. The dark pupils were like the rickety jailer, void and empty.
"No!"
As a loud shout resounded through the cell, Lin Fenghuo suddenly stopped beating the wall, sitting there breathing heavily, and the severe pain in his mind disappeared.
Lin Fenghuo struggled to get up and sat on the bed. There was chaos in his eyes. Now his body must have changed around him, and it was out of his control. It was like the severe pain that he had no idea why he had it.
Why disperse.
There is no pattern to the appearance of inner demons.
This severe pain is extremely abnormal. Even if you suffer an extremely serious injury, it will not hurt to the point where your willpower cannot support it in an instant. But it goes away quickly. It only lasts for a few breaths and then dissipates.
without a trace.
Extremely weird!
Without any time to think about it, Lin Fenghuo was startled, and an inexplicable sleepiness came over him instantly, and he lay down on the bed in an instant.
In the dream, Lin Fenghuo stood awake in a huge hall.
At the beginning, he knew that this was a dream, and he also knew that his body was actually in that cell, and he never took this dream seriously.
However, as time passed slowly, Lin Fenghuo's memory faded more and more. This period of time was neither long nor short. It only took half a cup of tea. In the span of dozens of breaths, there was no time during this period.
When anyone entered or left the hall, only Lin Fenghuo looked around blankly.
He had forgotten everything, as if he was supposed to be here, and he never remembered that this was a dream.
The hall is empty, with only a few chairs covered with unknown furs; there are several windows, but they are all covered with window paper. Through the window paper, you can still see heavy snow falling outside, but the hall
It was warm and comfortable inside. There was the sound of firewood burning in the stove. There was a unique damp smell in the room. There were tiny water droplets rising slowly and hanging on the roof. That was the moisture in the house being absorbed by the stove.
The gas formed by the evaporation of the fireworks floats upward.
The hall is very large, with a high roof. There is a fan of candles hung around the roof. There are probably dozens of candles in this fan. If they are all lit, the entire hall can be illuminated instantly. Lin Fenghuo looked around for a week but could not find one.
ladder.
There was only one step leading to the second floor, but the step went up in the opposite direction to the candlelight. Even if he went up, he would not be able to reach the candlelight.
When looking around, Lin Fenghuo's pupils suddenly shrank.
There were blood stains on the stairs to the second floor.
There were small scratches on the chairs placed in the hall, and the animal skins were cut one after another with sharp claws.
There was a portrait wrapped in colored glass placed on the stove table, but the glass was broken and the portrait inside had long since disappeared.
There were blue-gray knife marks on the wall. When the flames of the stove danced, the knife marks on the wall and the cracks on the chair were twisting strangely.
On the ground, there was a bloody long knife.
Someone wrote two eye-catching characters on the floor with blood: Go quickly.
Boom-boom-boom-!
There was a knock on the door.
Lin Fenghuo took a deep breath. Without touching anything in the room, he walked straight to the door: "Who is it?"
A voice came from outside: "The officer from the Yamen of the official residence, Officer Eleven, is this the officer you sent to report, right? Open the door."
Lin Fenghuo opened the door hesitantly. Outside was a young patrolman with a government badge on his waist, with the word "Eleven" clearly engraved on it.
As soon as the policeman opened the door, he saw a stream of blood flowing down the stairs on the second floor of Lian Tong. He quickly walked up the stairs and then said, "Don't move where you are and close the door. I'll go up alone."
yes."
Lin Fenghuo was a little confused, but for some reason, he felt an inexplicable familiarity with this young detective, as if he had seen him somewhere before, so he subconsciously followed his words.
The young patrolman went upstairs, and Lin Fenghuo stood at the door without moving a step.
There was silence in the house. After the patrolman went upstairs, there was no sound anymore and he was not seen coming down. Only the blood continued to flow out.
Time passed slowly, and the firewood was still burning in the stove.
Dong Dong Dong——!
Just after half a cup of tea, there was another knock on the door.
Lin Fenghuo asked: "Who is coming?"
"The yamen officer of the official residence, Officer Eleven, is the officer you sent to report, right? Open the door."
Lin Fenghuo was stunned in place. Isn't Captain Eleven already upstairs? Who is the person outside the door!
Outside the door, there were still knocks on the door, and the sound became more urgent, as if urging something: "The official residence is investigating the case, open the door."
Lin Fenghuo took a deep breath again and walked into the house. He wanted to bend down to pick up the bloody long knife on the ground, but there seemed to be a barrier-like obstacle between him and the long knife.
It's only one step away from the long sword, but it's out of reach.
Someone didn't want him to take the knife and wanted to trap him here!
He could feel that his organs and blood were still beating and flowing.
"Disperse!" Lin Fenghuo said coldly, the pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank again, and waves of dark black energy emerged. His eyes turned from white to black in just an instant. The moment the black energy appeared, it turned into ashes in the air.
A sharp blade cut into the transparent obstacle.
There was an inexplicable breaking sound in the empty hall, which was the crisp sound of the glass on the stove falling to the ground. As the sound passed by, the obstacle between Lin Fenghuo and the long knife instantly disappeared.
The feeling of shackles was suddenly broken free.
"Huh."
Someone let out a soft voice of surprise.
Lin Fenghuo picked up the long knife, turned around and walked towards the stairs. The moment he held the handle of the knife in his palm, an inexplicable sense of familiarity spread throughout his body, as if this blood-stained long knife was the saber that had been with him for many years.