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The empty hall was almost invisible, and the heavy curtain was pulled down, not a ray of moonlight penetrated.

The five people who chased in first formed a side-by-side triangular formation with two wings, and began to probe in carefully.

Suddenly, a beam of light appeared in the darkness.

In the strong light, Cheng Ling raised his gun and stood there, his whole body was illuminated!

Zhong Zhe's heart stopped beating!

Gunshots rang out from both sides at the same time.

There was a loud bang, and a decorative floor-to-ceiling mirror taller than a person shattered into countless pieces, scattering all over the floor.

It turned out to be a mirror image.

What suddenly appeared in the darkness was only the mirror image of Cheng Ling himself, a visual trap cleverly created by him using a flashlight and a tall floor-to-ceiling decorative mirror.

No wonder he wants to lead people to the banquet hall.

Zhong Zhe breathed a sigh of relief.

The shooting of the five-person team completely missed, and now one of them was killed by Cheng Ling.

The light disappeared, and the surroundings fell into deeper darkness. The remaining four people suddenly realized, turned around and reflected back along the light path, and the place where Cheng Ling was standing had long since disappeared.

Only the sound of chug chug is left.

Almost at the moment when he understood Cheng Ling's intentions, Zhong Zhe determined the approximate location of this group of enemies before the lights disappeared.

After two breaths, when the lights came on again, he was able to lock the exact positions of the four of them and was ready to shoot at any time.

At this moment, two light beams lit up at the same time, and two Chenglings appeared!

However, Zhong Zhe had nothing else to do at the moment, and he had no time to care about Cheng Ling. He had to concentrate on pulling the trigger. Every light was an opportunity to destroy the enemy. He was afraid that he might not be able to hit it.

This time, gunshots from all three sides rang out at the same time.

The figures in the light beam were smashed to pieces, and the two huge floor-to-ceiling mirrors collapsed. There was no image of the real Cheng Ling. He was not even on the diagonal line of the light path, and disappeared like a ghost.

The light also disappeared again, and the four people who shot all missed, although one person was killed and one person was shot and injured, there were still three people. Frightened, the remaining team members automatically gathered back to back, shrinking into a small circle, and then went It is necessary to sweep the entire hall in a circular arc.

I can't beat you if you don't believe me!

At this moment, the light came on for the third time, but it was aimed at the huge chandelier above the heads of the three people. Just as the beam of light was attracting attention, the sound of gunfire had already rang out, and the bullets passed through the rope precisely, overlapping five layers of branches The large crystal chandelier crashed down.

The three people who were struggling to escape could not escape the catastrophe. Zhong Zhe followed and finished the remaining few bullets. When the gunshots passed, only one person managed to get half of his body out of the place, and Cheng Ling who was waiting beside him Quick results.

Seeing that the crisis was over, Zhong Zhe was about to get out of the lounge, but Cheng Ling had already rushed to him, blocking him and hiding in the house again.

"There is another team, which was led to the second floor by me before."

Almost at the same time as the words fell to the ground, a large number of footsteps came from the banquet hall.

Hearing the sound of chaotic and hurried running, the size of this team is far larger than that of the five-member team just now, at least double the number.

Zhong Zhe was too shocked to move.

On the other side of the wall, the chaotic footsteps quickly became orderly, and after a while, the footsteps stopped, and even a very thin ray of light appeared on the floor of the secret room.

Someone outside brought in the lights.

That's right, the number of this team has an overwhelming advantage, and they are not afraid to turn on the lights to expose their positions, and only hope to find Zhong Zhe and Zhong Zhe as soon as possible.

Someone in the hall was asking in pure English, "Have you found anything?"

"No."

"Hmph, it's not a surprise, it should be hidden on my body."

Zhong Zhe knew that they were talking about that piece of tortoise shell, since he returned to England, he never let that thing leave his body.

"Since you haven't found anything, then search out the people carefully, and you will naturally know where the things are."

Although the dark room is hidden, Zhong Zhe knows that there are many people on the other side, and it may only be a matter of time before they are found.

The conversation outside stopped here, and there were no more gunshots around, and everything returned to the too quiet night in the countryside.

dark.

A small, confined space where it is even difficult to turn around.

And death, the approaching death step by step.

Zhong Zhe gradually lost his grip on the gun, and this night was longer than he thought.

Under heavy pressure and various stimuli, the flashback broke through the dam of will, flooded into his brain, and began to violently attack all his senses.

After the previous gun battle, Zhong Zhe has consumed a lot of willpower, and now his mind is beginning to collapse, and his sense of reality is being deprived little by little.

Cheng Ling, who was originally standing side by side with him, was keenly aware of Zhong Zhe's disordered breathing, and he soon realized that Zhong Zhe's post-traumatic syndrome had recurred.

However, in this small dark room, he could neither make a sound to interrupt Zhong Zhe's illusion in time, nor could he turn on the light to bring him back to reality.

Only try other sensory stimulation.

Cheng Ling stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pulled Zhong Zhe into his arms.

The opponent's thin back was pressed into his arms, and Cheng Ling hooked Zhong Zhe's front shoulder with his strong right arm, wrapping his whole body around him, while his left arm naturally fit around his waist.

The embrace is so warm and powerful, like the charcoal fire of a fireplace slowly seeping through Zhong Zhe's back, trying to spread to his already cold limbs.

The familiar darkness is like the abyss that lures Zhong Zhe. He is standing on the edge of the abyss at the moment, and a familiar old friend is calling him in front of him—come on, come on, come on...

It was as cold and deadly as he was familiar with, but it was also relaxing, giving up all fear and struggle.

There, and his family.

He shouldn't have turned back and walked away alone, yes, he shouldn't have walked away like this in the first place... maybe, one step further, right there, there they were all still waiting for him.

Suddenly, a warm current completely different from the breath of the abyss brushed by, right next to his ears, cheeks, and neck, so close and tight.

It was such an exuberant warm current, completely different from the coldness of this place, it was the anger that people couldn't help but turn around and want to catch.

Zhong Zhe hesitated and loosened, but he hadn't turned around yet, let alone moved his feet.

The breath is always lingering, and the warmth has now embraced his whole body. There, Zhong Zhe can almost clearly see the vibrant green, and smell the very faint and familiar citrus mixed with verbena.

The smell, the strong smell, yanked him off the edge of the cliff.

Now, he stands on the slope full of citrus trees behind the summer house, looking at the woodland by the stream not far away, which is covered with dots of verbena.

The very familiar taste of home.

Zhong Zhe struggled to find the way, fumbled until he hugged him tightly, retreated, and might lurk out at any time, but at least at this moment, he had left the abyss and returned to reality.

He raised his right hand to catch Cheng Ling's right arm, and shook his head lightly to indicate that he was fine.

Zhong Zhe already understood the source of the smell—it was the soap in the bathroom.

It was a recipe that my mother made from the estate's products during her lifetime. After so many years, no matter whether it was his sister or his bedroom, they still used this recipe.

Outside the secret room, the sound of searching footsteps also returned to Zhong Zhe's ears at the same time.

Someone is getting closer.