Luo Jian had that dream again, he often dreamed about it. There was always this person who would talk to him in his dream, but he could never see their face. Luo Jian struggled to open his eyes wide in order to see the other person"s face, he also concentrated deeply in order to hear the other person"s words. But all of this was in vain.
Imagine having the same dream so many times, having doubts exist within your heart, urgently wanting to obtain the answers, eagerly desiring to reach out with both hands, but both hands are empty, you grasp at nothing.
Luo Jian then woke up. Just as every morning, he would open his eyes at his bed, feeling at a bit of a loss. His mind was blank for the first few seconds, but immediately after, he realized that something was amiss.
This wasn"t his own bed, and this room wasn"t his own room.
Consequently, Luo Jian instantly and swiftly got up from the bed, puzzled, vigilantly observing his surroundings. He found himself in a small, dilapidated room that was less than twenty square meters, it was evidently one of those old houses from the 1980s. There was a window and a door, the dim lights from the chandelier overhead shined down from the ceiling, and this room contained a single bed and a writing desk.
A simple and monotonous arrangement. Apart from the bed and desk, there were no other decorations. It"s just that this room appeared to be rather incongruous, but it seemed like Luo Jian couldn"t detect where exactly this sense of incongruity came from. So Luo Jian just sat on the bed, somewhat dumbfounded. Then he thought about the key issue—where is he?
The last memory he had was that he came home from work as usual, took a bath after dinner, wrote doc.u.ments for work tomorrow, and then went to bed on time. He was like a robot, there was not a day in a decade where his daily routine changed. But then why was it that when he woke up, he appeared in this strange room?
Luo Jian simply couldn"t think anymore. He only felt that the room was exceedingly small, small enough to make him feel a little suffocated. He got up and walked towards the single door in the room, a door made of deep crimson wood. This door appeared to be very old and had an iron door handle. Luo Jian extended his hand to grab the door handle and gave it a strong twist. However, the door didn’t budge.
What"s going on? Am I locked in?
Luo Jian harshly pulled on the door handle. Whether he pushed forward, pulled back, or even moved left and right, the door didn"t move one bit, as if it were permanently set into the wall with molten iron. Luo Jian once again blanked out, he forcefully pounded on the door. He felt that there was someone outside, so he shouted out loud:
"Hey? Is anyone outside?! Why am I here?!"
There wasn"t any response. The room was deadly silent, Luo Jian leaned his ear against the door, trying to hear any sound outside. Ages pa.s.sed, but he still couldn"t hear a thing, not even the sound of the wind blowing.
Luo Jian felt rather alarmed, his back was covered in chills, cold sweat ran down his forehead, he asked himself, how did this happen? Who knocked me unconscious and sent me here? But if I really am kidnapped, then shouldn"t ransom be demanded? Ask for the phone number of one"s closest person, wasn"t this how blackmailing went?1
But nothing. No one came, there was no sound.
Luo Jian took a deep breath, he felt that he should calm down. Perhaps the people outside were still discussing how much ransom they should demand for him, therefore, they shouldn"t come in for him for a while. He must have panicked too much, he just needed to wait.
So, Luo Jian tried to calm himself down. He went and stood in front of the only window in the room and drew open the grey curtains. Sure enough, the windows were barred and the gla.s.s remained intact. But the exterior of the window was covered with a hard tinplate, completely obscuring the scenery outside, there was only a twinkling l.u.s.ter from the metal plate.
Luo Jian unconsciously sighed, he once again drew the curtains. He understood, at this moment, he was entirely in an impenetrable chamber. It blocked all contact from the outside, like a cage of a small animal, perhaps it couldn"t even compare to the cages of small animals.
Luo Jian took a step back and withdrew away from the edge of the window, but almost immediately he turned his body once again. He discovered something at an extremely conspicuous location. It was tacked onto the wall near the window and was directly at his eye-level—a piece of paper.
It was a note with purple patterns on the lower right-hand corner.
At the top, a set of densely packed words were beautifully written with a fountain pen, it was clearly left aside for the sole living being in this locked chamber, a message specifically for Luo Jian.
Luo Jian immediately leaned forward, he didn"t pull the pin out, he just directly tore the note off from the pin in the wall. The beautifully and neatly written cursive words caught his eyes, he read the writing at the beginning:
【Our dearest selected candidate, Mr. Luo Jian.】
The first line simply confused Luo Jian, what selected candidate? And the other side obviously knew his name and his ident.i.ty, but he had no more time to think on that, he had to move on:
【You must be puzzled about your current situation, but I regret to inform you that I cannot tell you any more. The most important thing you need to do at present time is find a way to leave this chamber within one hour. Otherwise, you will be eliminated.】
"What does that mean? What will be eliminated?" Luo Jian couldn"t fathom this inexplicable thing, he was baffled. But the words regarding elimination and the shocking content made him bite the bullet and continue reading:
【In order not to create a new homicide case in this chamber, I shall give you a couple of hints:】
【First: "Within an hour" started from the moment you opened your eyes and woke up. There is an alarm clock on the writing desk, you can use all the time from the twelve o"clock mark to the one o"clock mark.】
【Second: The door is the only way you"ll be able to leave this chamber. Don"t count on the window, unless you wish to die.】
【Third: This is not a joke.】
【The aforementioned hints are over. I wish you the best of luck! 】
There was only so much content on the note, it was such a light piece of paper, but Luo Jian felt that it weighed a thousand pounds1. He took the note to the single writing desk in the room. There was indeed a small, round alarm clock, the hour hand pointed in the 12 o"clock direction, and the minute hand was pointing in the direction of the number 8, which signified that eight minutes have pa.s.sed since he woke up.
Leave this room within an hour or otherwise be eliminated.
"This is clearly a joke!" Luo Jian simply thought this was ridiculous, but the word "eliminated" on the note made him feel uneasy. He placed the note down and walked back to the door, he pushed on the door again, but it still wouldn"t budge. Luo Jian was getting fl.u.s.tered. Regardless of whether the words on this note are true or false, escaping within an hour isn"t that much of a bad idea either, he really didn"t like being confined in such a tight, small s.p.a.ce. It was too suffocating.
Luo Jian then lowered his head, and once again, he looked back at the door. The door handle had a keyhole, indicating that it could be unlocked with a key. He reckoned the possibility that someone locked the door from the outside, if there was a key hidden somewhere in this room, then good. If not, then Luo Jian must think of another way to open this door.
Luo Jian returned to the desk, except for the small, round alarm clock sitting on the desk, there were only a handful of books randomly piled up. The book covers were very thick, but it was awfully strange that the books were written in a foreign language. He was unable to make any sense out of the densely packed words that resembled tadpoles. He casually flipped it over, and finding nothing worth mentioning, conveniently placed it in the corner.
The writing desk had four drawers, the top most had a keyhole. Luo Jian tugged it a bit and found it to be locked, so he gave up, and immediately opened the second. Inside was a notebook with a black jacket, Luo Jian sorted through it and noticed that only the first few pages had words written on them, followed by a large blank s.p.a.ce. He felt that it wouldn"t take much time, so he decided to skim it.
The first page read: "My left side is a crooked reflection of the dead2." Luo Jian automatically read it out loud, while reading the words on this page, he subconsciously looked to his left. There were only walls of white, but some of the white paint chipped off, revealing traces of crimson brick.
Luo Jian suddenly felt his blood run cold, then he opened up the next page, continuing to read: "The murderer buried himself with his weapon."
Utterly confusing! Luo Jian shook his head, and opened up the third page, he continued to read the words out loud: "G.o.d! G.o.d will never forgive me for what I"ve done…what is the meaning of this?" Luo Jian couldn"t comprehend it much. However, the third page had two lines, the second line was written at the bottom of the page. Three shocking words were written in red: "I killed him!"
Luo Jian frowned, he turned to the fourth page. It was blank. The fifth page. Blank. The sixth page. Blank. …He kept turning the pages until he eventually reached the last page, and he finally saw some writing, it was a distorted sentence: "Do you want to leave?" Then there was nothing left.
"What kind of dog s.h.i.t is this?!" Luo Jian was unbelievably confounded, these few sentences made him feel extremely vexed. He threw the notebook onto the floor, and opened up the third drawer. Inside were a pair of scissors, a wire, and a ballpoint pen. Not bad. If he were a thief who aced at lock-picking, he could"ve opened the door. But unfortunately, he wasn"t.
Afterwards, Luo Jian opened the finale drawer. Inside, there was an awl4 and…a gun. Luo Jian was lifeless for a moment, before reaching out with his hand to bring out the gun. It was quite heavy in the palm of his hand, and from the quality of its structure, it was obviously not a fake or a model. This was the first time Luo Jian ever held a real gun, his hand that gripping the gun trembled ever so slightly. Luo Jian studied the gun for a while, he dawdled a bit and then unloaded the magazine5. He paused. He only found one bullet inside.
Why is there a gun? Luo Jian quickly thought of this issue. The domestic control of firearms is heavily strict. Unless you are a police officer or an armed licensed bodyguard, you still need permission to shoot even if you have a gun permit. A firearm in this country is rarely seen around, and at this moment, Luo Jian was holding a gun right before him, black in color, unrecognizable in model, and very much real6.
1要问自己亲密人的电话号码，这样才好打过去勒索才对啊？- Yào wèn zìjǐ qīnmì rén de diànhuà hàomǎ, zhèyàng cái hǎo dǎ guòqù lèsuǒ cái duì a? Can"t seem to translate properly…
2He means that it was an extremely heavy burden to think about.
3我的左边是死者弯曲的倒影 - Wǒ de zuǒbiān shì sǐzhě wānqū de dàoyǐng. I have no idea with this one…
4 For those who are like me and don"t know what the word ‘awl’ meant, here it is:
(But isn’t this just an ice pick though?)
5Clip, cartridge, magazine, bullet set, etc.
6It actually just said "real" but I added some flourishes just because…
This novel is surprisingly easier to translate than Nightmare Game XD. Here"s the first chapter of "Escape the Infinite Prison", next updates will be NG, or maybe I might release one more extra chapter of this… Well, who knows…