When she woke up again, Ning Qiushui had arrived in an absolutely airtight space.
It's more like a prison here.
In other words, they were all locked in a big iron cage.
There was a pale big lamp hanging above his head, but even with the bright light, Ning Qiushui couldn't see where the ceiling above his head was. He could only watch these pale lights disappear into the endless darkness...
In their four directions, east, west, north and south, there are two rusty iron doors. In the center of each iron door is a special flap that can slide up and down, about the size of a head.
In the center of this prison, there is a table made of steel.
There are 8 letters on the table, all of them are very clean.
Next to the letter is a clock. The second hand of this clock is ticking continuously. Although the sound is not loud, it can be clearly transmitted to people's ears in this cold, dark and dead environment!
Of course, there is something else on the iron table in the center of the prison that makes everyone's scalp numb...
That's the body of a baby!
There were a total of eight people present. They looked at each other with more or less fear in each other's eyes. No one dared to step forward for a while.
"Brother, should we go over and take a look?"
Liu Chengfeng asked in a low voice.
Ning Qiushui nodded.
This seat was really far away from the iron table in the middle, and the lights in the prison were dim, so he couldn't see the details of the baby's body clearly.
So he and Liu Chengfeng first walked to the big iron table in the middle.
Ning Qiushui did not immediately look through the letters on the table, but carefully looked at the baby's body.
Although he was not a forensic doctor, he had come into contact with many corpses. After a brief inspection, Ning Qiushui came to a conclusion——
"Strangled to death."
He spoke calmly, and Liu Chengfeng frowned and replied:
"It seems that the murderer we are asked to find...should be the murderer of this baby!"
After everyone saw that the two of them were fine, they slowly walked forward.
"No, what's going on?"
"Aren't we going to deliver a letter? Why are we in prison?"
"I don't know. I thought that our mission behind the Blood Gate this time was a bit big and a bit backward, so we were asked to deliver the letter, but I didn't expect that we were actually in prison!"
Everyone was talking a lot, with some panic in their tone.
The reason for their panic is very simple, because the current encounter is completely different from what they expected. It can be said that they are not mentally prepared at all!
Amidst the noise of these people, a relatively calm-looking young man stepped forward and asked Ning Qiushui:
"Hey, friend, did you see anything?"
This young man is called Xu Gang.
After exchanging names, Ning Qiushui said:
"The baby on the table was strangled."
He pointed at the baby's neck. When everyone looked at it, they found that there were deep black marks there, and they were even obviously sunken. It was obvious that the baby's throat bone had also suffered some trauma!
"The guy who killed the baby was very forceful. He obviously did it with the intention of killing him."
"It's hard to imagine who would do such a cruel thing to a helpless baby?"
After everyone passed through the first two doors, their psychological quality was relatively better. After seeing the baby's body on the table, they did not have the overreaction as expected.
But it's also possible that this was because there were more people present, and the baby didn't look that scary, so the pressure it brought to everyone wasn't that heavy.
"Okay... everyone has seen the current situation. Let's come over and discuss it!"
The young man named Xu Gang raised a hand and greeted the others in a loud voice.
Everyone glanced at him and gathered around him without saying anything.
"Everyone should have read the prompt on the blood gate. Without further ado, let's get straight to the point."
"The mission this time is to deliver a letter, and the way to survive has been marked very concisely for us - by delivering the letter, we can determine who is the murderer of this baby!"
"In this mission, everyone is a comrade on the same front. If you have any good thoughts or ideas, you must speak out as soon as possible!"
"If you encounter any difficulties, others will try their best to help."
Everyone looked at each other, but no one stood up to object. Quan seemed to have acquiesced to Xu Gang's statement.
"There are eight letters on the table, and there are eight of us...Does this mean each of us is required to deliver one?"
A girl spoke weakly.
She is a pleasant-looking girl named Xiang Ying. She is holding the arm of the man next to her, and she seems to be very familiar with her.
"We're all here, so it's the same for everyone, right?"
A man with a goatee spoke.
But soon, he was refuted by another person:
"It doesn't matter who delivers it? Okay, then you can deliver all the letters."
"Why?"
"Didn't you say that it doesn't matter who gives it to you?"
"I……"
The two argued for a few words before falling into silence again.
Obviously, everyone is not a fool, they all have their own little thoughts, and they all know that sending letters... definitely involves unforeseen dangers!
Ning Qiushui still didn't check the letters on the table. He looked around, then left the central area and came to the iron gate to check.
Liu Chengfeng also followed his example and went to the iron gate on the other side to check. From time to time he touched his chin and made a "tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk" sound.
Several other people in the central area seemed a little timid and did not dare to approach those weird rusty iron doors.
They always feel that there is something bad... behind these iron doors.
After some investigation, Ning Qiushui soon discovered that there was a red number marked on the upper right corner of these iron gates.
They are 1 to 8 respectively.
The two iron doors on the north are numbered 12.
34 on the west, 56 on the east, and 78 on the south.
And everyone is in the middle of these eight iron doors.
In addition to the serial number, Ning Qiushui also discovered that the iron door was marked with the name of the "person" behind it.
The name of the "person" is easy to understand, and it may be related to the clues about sending and receiving letters, but what is the use of this serial number?
While Ning Qiushui was thinking, a scream suddenly came from the crowd:
“Fuck, Xu Gang, you, why is there something behind you?!”
