Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

The iron door was locked with a large lock. The head of the lock was very bright, like a new lock, it seemed that it had just been replaced not long ago.

With a slight push, the iron door made a heavy sound.

After that muffled sound, the smell of blood in the air seemed to become thicker and more viscous, and the sense of gaze was more vicious and tyrannical, with the desire to destroy everything.

This lock is different from the one at the door of the dean's room. It has no pattern on the surface, and the lock body is black, shiny, and fresh, with a texture like gold and stone, and contains a frightening cold light.

When Ding Mu saw the lock, he just felt stiff, as if he was stared at by a beast hidden deep in the jungle, and he had no other way but to sense the gaze with his weak sixth sense. , he couldn't even get away from that frightening gaze.

That is different from the sense of gaze of the mastermind behind this site, more so than that of Yinshan, like the most primitive fear of natural enemies.

Who is the natural enemy of man?tiger?lion?No, not at all. After humans learn to use tools, they are no longer the natural enemies of humans. Although humans still fear them, the fear is different from this feeling.

Cheng Suxiang curled his lips, gestured at the lock twice with the hand holding the military thorn, vigorously, with a little youthful air, and said: "Look, I cut it."

Before Ding Mu had time to stop him, Cheng Suxiang raised his knife and fell - "Hey you..."

Immediately, they were surprised to see that when the sharp military thorn hit the lock, the lock was not damaged at all, but a gap was made at the tip of the knife.

Cheng Suxiang frowned, with complicated emotions, he turned to Ding Mu and asked, "Brother Ding, do you know what I used for this thorn?"

Ding Mu shook his head, pretending to be willing to hear more about it.

Cheng Suxiang continued: "My army thorn is made of a piece of meteorite. I took it and cut off the copper incense burner foot of my uncle's house without any effort. It's about this thick."

With his hand gestures, he drew a circle with a radius of about seven centimeters.

From this point of view, it's not that there is something wrong with Cheng Suxiang's knife, but that there is something wrong with the lock.

Ding Mu patted Cheng Suxiang's shoulder and comforted him, "It's okay, I'll find you a better one when Brother Huihui finds you."

The corner of Cheng Suxiang's mouth drooped, feeling quite aggrieved: "This thing can't even be cut open, it seems that it is really useless."

"Let me do it." Ding Mu took out a paperclip and tentatively pulled it in the keyhole. After a few times, he found the joint and twisted it with another paperclip with a bent end. With a "click", the lock opened .

Cheng Suxiang said pleasantly: "Brother Ding, I didn't expect you to be faster."

Ding Mu forced a smile, but couldn't help but recall the scene just now in his mind: at a certain moment, the mechanical structure in the keyhole was projected in front of his eyes like a holographic projection, and he looked at it like a surgeon. The "screen" completed the act of picking the lock.

This way of picking locks is indeed much better than the usual blind picking, but this kind of image that came from nowhere gave him a sense of fear: he seemed to have changed his appearance unconsciously, and he knew a lot of strange things—— — also got some bits and pieces of memory.

But he couldn't show it, he just followed Cheng Suxiang to open the door expressionlessly, and walked into a long and dark corridor.

The door opened, revealing the dark interior environment, there was no sound, and nothing could be seen.

But as soon as the two of them entered the corridor inside the door, it was as if they had passed through an enchantment. The smell of rancidity and blood came to their nostrils, and the sound of whimpering and moaning entered their ears. in hell.

The air here smells very sticky and damp, with the smell of water vapor, blood, feces, and corpses, which makes people feel nauseous when they smell it.

It's just a door, how can it block so many things?

Ding Mu subconsciously took a step back, and it was just the difference of this step. He didn't even close the door, so he couldn't smell the stench from the tip of his nose, and his ears were as quiet as death, and he could only hear his own heartbeat.

He tried back and forth several times, and finally confirmed that, with the position of the door as the boundary, the inside and outside of the door are completely two worlds.

He pulled Cheng Suxiang's arm, and said softly: "This door is weird."

Cheng Suxiang was a little surprised, and tried a few times. He exchanged a glance with Ding Mu and nodded: "There is indeed something wrong with this door."

It seems that this door is a protective cover, which can isolate all offensive and frightening smells, sounds, everything, everything, as long as this door is not opened, everything that happens here will not be known .

Ding Mu was keenly aware that there was a sense of staring that disappeared when they stepped into this corridor.

So far, he has felt three kinds of staring sensations: one is the same as the first time, he felt it when he entered the mountain; one is that he felt it after entering this site; The gaze of the soul that I felt when I saw that lock.

And the one that disappeared should be the second: the surveillance of them by the people behind the scenes.