High energy behind the door [unlimited]

Childhood memories flooded back like a flood.

Narrow passages, dim lights, star maps of celestial bodies shimmering on the dome.He walked this passage alone, his mind blank.

The heavy stone gate opened a gap.An old voice came from inside.

"Come in, child."

He stepped into the crack of the door, and the deeper darkness swallowed him like a monster.

On the top of the round table, the old man is wearing a monocle with a round frame, and the lens reflects a piece of white light.He couldn't remember what that elder looked like, but he remembered his gentle and alienated voice: "Where's your key?"

key?what key?

He only knew that his parents were dead, and his mother asked him to return to the secret ceremony.

The voice asked again: "Son, hand over the key."

He stared blankly at the head of the round table, as dumb as a marionette.

The old man seemed to sigh, he shook his head and shook the copper bell on the table.

Two men in black trench coats and white armbands walked towards him. The 12-year-old was helpless under the hands of two grown men, and was caught in his hands like a chick.

He was taken to another closed room.It was dark, no windows, and no people.He didn't know how long he had been locked up. When he was unconscious, he saw one of the white armbands walking in with a knife.

The blood loss felt bad, the pain was almost numb, and the coldness and stiffness spread across his limbs.

Before he passed out completely, he vaguely saw someone break in.

He pushed away the white armband, held him in his hands, and pressed the wound on his neck tightly.

"Who gave you the order?"

no answer.

He was picked up, with his head resting on the other's shoulder.The light gradually brightened, but his vision became more and more blurred. At the door of the room, stood a boy with a wooden barn on his back.At his feet lay two white armbands.

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When he woke up again, he was no longer in the secret ritual.The person who took care of him was a handsome woman with short hair. The woman told him that something went wrong inside the secret ritual, and he would be able to decide who should be responsible later.

At that time, Jian Geng was like a frightened bird. Instead of waiting for an uncertain answer, he chose to leave.He walked quietly, and no one could fail to catch a prophet who was determined to run away, even if he was a child.What's more, he is not only the sequence of prophets, but the sequence of witches of his mother continues on him. The two different types of predictive methods make his inspiration extremely strong, and it is extremely difficult to search with purpose.

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After 12 years, Jian Geng saw the black windbreaker and white armbands again.Arbiter of the Mysteries, he nearly died at the hands of one of them.

Jian Geng's brain was spinning rapidly.

Running is for sure.

He backed away from the door lightly, and quickly ran towards the basement. Behind the sunken courtyard, there was another exit.

When Jian Geng rushed out the back door, the adjudicator at the front door seemed to notice something.He ran quickly, and while running, made specific gestures to his companions.The adjudicators who were waiting for support from a further distance outflanked Jian Geng's villa from all directions.

Jian Geng's vigilance premonition reached its peak, and he operated his spiritual watch to make all the nearby "doors" appear.The one closest to him is the "door" of medium danger level.Jian Geng didn't have time to think more, so he rushed over.

Unexpectedly, there is an adjudicator who is faster than him.

It was a female adjudicator, and when she saw her face clearly, Jian Geng's pupils shrank slightly.

"Why?" Jian Geng fell under the anesthesia needle before she could ask a brief question.The face printed in the pupil is the woman who took care of him back then.The years have added a few fine lines to her, but she still retains her heroic outline and eyebrows.

"The key is out of action, and the mission is complete."

The adjudicators were about to close the team, and the heroic woman supported the sleeping Jian Jia and sighed.

Another man glanced at her: "Remember your current mission."

The woman lowered her eyes and said indifferently: "I know, the elder can't make mistakes."

While speaking, a judge drove over, and the man's hand was on the car door, about to pull it open.There was a commotion from the adjudicator who was still on guard a little further away.

The man turned his head, Leng Mo passed through several judges, and stood in front of him.He narrowed his eyes and said, "The elder should have told you about the vacation."

Leng Mo didn't speak.

The woman on the side moved a little stiffly, and called out, "Master Leng."

Leng Mo glanced at the unconscious Jane that she was carrying, and asked, "Why did you arrest him?" He vaguely had an answer in his heart, but he didn't dare to confirm it.

The woman opened her mouth and was about to answer, but the man said first: "The adjudicator's execution of the elder's order has nothing to do with the night watchman. Even you, you can't interfere with our mission now."

Leng Mo: "Oh." He replied so simply.

This made the man a little stunned for a moment.

Leng Mo turned and left, he walked for a long distance, the man's always vigilant heart slowly fell, but suddenly raised again in the next second.

I saw Leng Mo resting his left hand on the panel of a "door", exerting a little force on his wrist.

The light coming from the crack of the door and the sound like the cold spring in Leng Mo's deep mountain came at the same time.

"But the night watchman opening the door is something within the realm of blame."

Almost at the same time as the voice fell, Jian Geng and Leng Mo had already entered the "door".

The adjudicators looked at each other, no one thought that it would be Leng Mo who came out to disrupt the situation.

"What should I do?" Someone asked softly.

The man opened the car door and sat in: "Report the truth."

Before the adjudicators returned to the secret ceremony headquarters, the elder with gray hair and beard was questioned by two other elders.

"Old man Qi, you are very prestigious to mobilize the adjudicator in private."

Elder Qi sat behind his desk, staring at a booklet in front of him, examining it very carefully.Hearing Elder Pei's words, he didn't raise his head, but said in a muffled voice, "The key must be destroyed. If the child still refuses to tell, he will bury it with the secret of the key."

Elder Pei: "You started doing things yourself 12 years ago, and you are still obsessed with it? We need the key to unlock the unsolvable door. We need to find the truth about the changes in the world. Instead of maintaining the current state."

Elder Qi sneered: "The truth? Do you remember how many people died when the unsolvable gate was opened 12 years ago? Once the unsolvable gate is opened, all the doors in the world will become more difficult. The truth we are looking for will be Killed a lot of people."

Elder Pei also got angry, patted the table and said, "Is it only when the unsolvable level door is opened that people will die? In this world, this world full of doors, when will people not die? And you can't see another data? Even The unsolvable door does not open. Compared with 50 years ago, how many times are the number of high-risk doors now? Isn’t this another way of killing people? The murderer has never been us, but the existence of the door itself.”

The two old men were blushing, and another middle-aged man coughed twice, interrupting them: "Stop making noise." His voice sounded sickly and powerless, and his thin body was also extremely thin.

After He Zhiyuan finished speaking, he still had to take a few breaths, and the two old men were waiting for him to speak.

He Zhiyuan: "The original intention of the establishment of the secret ceremony is to find out the truth of the world. Even if we can't return to the past peaceful era, at least we can no longer let the door control our lives. We face death all the time, but perhaps, through our Work hard, the next generation, the next generation, they don't have to be so worried..."

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"door".

Leng Mo's vigilance was useless, because there was no monster guarding this "door".This means that this is only a low-level "door".

The effect of Jian Geng's anesthesia injection has not yet worn off, and she lay unconscious on the ground.

Leng Mo squatted down and hugged him horizontally.Then follow this country path towards the village.

A new grave was piled up on the field, and yellow paper was scattered all over the ground.There was the faint sound of mourning music in the village.