From Prisoner to Si Chen

After a moment of trance.

Ji Lan felt the cool breeze blowing on his face.

Wheel, wheel...

The wheels of the carriage turned on the forest path, and a slight tremor came from the metal bench under my butt.

Gillan found himself sitting on a public carriage, opposite Fima Costello, the heroine of "Black Lake".

The familiar movie story is happening again.

"Thank you very much for being willing to accompany me on a long journey to find my parents in Faye Lan'en."

"You're welcome." Jilan smiled.

The other party took out a bottle of glass sparkling water from his backpack as usual, handed it over and said:

"Drink some water, this..."

"Thank you, no need, Miss Fima."

Ji Lan raised his hand and declined.

He turned around again and said to the coachman driving the horse in front:

"Mr. Coachman, please go directly to the National Forest Park in the north of the town. You don't have to stop at the Black Lake Hotel."

"Huh?" The coachman turned around, looked at the two people in the back seat, and frowned: "Sorry, sir, this is a public carriage, not a taxi... We transport passengers according to a fixed route."

"That's it."

Gilan nodded with a look of realization on his face.

He took out the silver revolver "Echo" from his waist, opened the magazine, and lowered his head to count the bullets inside.

There are still words in his mouth:

"But I'm in a hurry..."

The expressions of both the coachman and the movie heroine Fima changed.

…

…

The public carriage stopped at the gate of Forest Park.

The coachman didn't dare to look back and took out his handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Gillan stood up and jumped out of the back seat.

"Sir, you..."

Fima quickly spoke up.

However, Jilan had already reached the gate of the forest park and kicked the iron gate open.

Bang! !

Then there was a bang.

He walked straight in without even looking at the two of them.

Gillan walked through the cobblestone path and entered the exhibition hall.

A staff member came forward and was about to ask, but he was faced with a silver revolver.

"Shhh."

Gillan raised an index finger and put it on her lips. With the other hand, he gently held "Echo" and faced several people.

Several staff members quickly raised their hands, looking horrified. Opening his mouth, he swallowed back the question he was about to say.

Gilan ignored them, passed a few people, pushed open the glass door, and walked into the forest park.

He put away his gun and kept going.

The pace is getting faster and faster, walking through the forest.

The early morning mist lingers in the pine forest, and unknown birds make ethereal and distant calls.

Midway, Gilan was discovered by a group of monsters in prison uniforms.

But his movements were so fast. He stepped forward and rushed out. He flashed left and right a few times and easily shook them off.

After a while.

Gilan arrived at Black Lake successfully.

He walked along the gravel tidal flat to the other side of the lake, stepped directly onto the wooden trestle, and already took out a palm-sized flat iron box in his hand.

Click.

Gillan opened the iron box and took out a "mermaid potion".

Uncork the bottle, drink it.

Goo.

Soon, he felt his body react.

Not only did my whole body feel hot, my lungs also felt full and painful.

Jilan didn't hesitate at all, took a running start, jumped up, and finished in one go.

Immediately he plunged into the black lake.

thump!

Water splashes.

The lake was freezing cold, and it was dark and dead.

Jilan was holding his breath, but he soon discovered that his mouth and nose seemed to have an invisible air film that could automatically filter the lake water and breathe oxygen.

Gulu.

Dense bubbles float.

In the dark lake, Ji Lan raised his eyebrows.

Seeing how miraculous the effect of the "Mermaid Potion" was, he let go of his breath and swam deeper into the lake.

Not long after.

He saw a green light flashing in the dark environment. When I took a closer look, I found the square tombstone standing in the mud at the bottom of the lake and covered with seaweed.

Above, scarlet inscriptions read:

"Rembrandt Eddy, 1820-1884."

'found it……'

Ji Lan secretly thought and moved closer.

Under spiritual vision, the nightmare tablet continued to emit red substances, but they all blended into the lake water, diluting it into black visible to the naked eye.

No fish, shrimp or even shellfish can be found at the bottom of the lake.

Full of terrible silence.

Gilan came to the tombstone and reached out to grab the slippery corner.

The next second.

His eyelids were as heavy as a thousand stones and he slowly closed them.

Gillan fell into a deep sleep at the bottom of the lake.

Buzz——

The environment mutates, distorts and changes.

Ji Lan suddenly came back to his senses and suddenly found that he was standing in a bright white corridor.

The corridor is quite narrow, with two rows of closed doors on the left and right.

There is no decoration here, no matter the ceiling, floor, walls or doors, they are all white.

Spotless.

However, on the wall at the end of the corridor, there is a round mechanical clock hanging.

Black frame on white background, hands and scales are also black.

The time at this time was pointing to ten ten.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

‘This is Rembrandt’s “Nightmare in the Monument”? ’

Gillan looked around and then back.

But behind him was a white wall, blocking the way.

He had no choice but to move forward.

Snap, snap...

The sound of footsteps was extremely clear, echoing, and even harsh in such an environment.

But he hasn’t taken a few steps yet.

At the end of the corridor ahead, the round clock on the wall suddenly seemed to "come alive" and began to squirm.

Immediately afterwards, it broke away from the wall and protruded outward.

A humanoid silhouette actually crawled out of the wall!

Its head is exactly that wall clock!

Snap!

The "man" fell from the wall to the ground and slowly got up again.

He was two meters tall and was wearing a white robe. His bare arms were strong and powerful, holding a mace covered in blood-stained spikes.

Ji Lan looked at this scene and narrowed his eyes.

Boom! !

The "Hour Man" took a step forward and rushed towards him!

Jilan did not sit still and waited for death. He took two steps forward and knocked open a white door on the right——

Bang! !

As soon as he rushed in, he found that this was not a room, but a monotonous stairwell.

Black handrails, white stairs and walls.

The walls are covered with mechanical clocks.

At first glance, there are no less than a hundred.

Some are round, some are square, some are triangular, and some are irregular or even oddly shaped.

All the clocks pointed to ten past ten.

Gillan ignored it and stepped up the stairs.

As he ran upwards, he thought to himself:

‘Beautiful, apocalyptic dream! ’

The next moment.

A colorful beam of light fell from the sky and landed on Jilan's body, forming a colorful halo behind his head.

Ji Lan was guided and looked up the corridor.

There are layers of black handrails, one after another, leading to endless heights.

He couldn't help but frown.

The guidance of Apocalypse Dream is upstairs...

Behind him, heavy footsteps were chasing after him, but Ji Lan ignored him and continued to run up at a faster speed.

His movements are light and agile, he can leap up five or six steps in one step, and can cross one level in three steps.

But even after running so fast, after nearly five minutes, Jilan still didn't see the end.

The environment remains unchanged.

A strange feeling arose inside Gillan.

He secretly estimated that he had reached at least a hundred floors, but the corridors seemed endless and he could not reach the top.

Looking from the handrail, I saw that there were still circles of black guardrails upstairs, with no end visible at all.

Ji Lan's eyes narrowed.

He made a quick decision and turned around and ran back.

Headed downstairs again.

This time, Jilan jumped up to a dozen steps, and took one step up to one level.

Going downstairs is much faster than going up.

In the silent corridor, there was only the sound of him running and jumping.

halfway.

Ji Lan then encountered the hourly man who was chasing him!

"Go to hell!" a cold shout came.

He jumped down and hit the tall figure in the head with a flying kick.

Bang! !

The opponent's round clock head suddenly exploded.

The minute and second hands broke and scattered, and fragments of the clock face flew everywhere.

"Roar!!"

The monster let out a weird roar from its chest and abdomen, and swung the mace in its hand towards its head.

call--

Jilan had a cold face, twisted his body in mid-air, turned sideways, and narrowly avoided the mace.

There was a snap.

The moment he landed, a bronze cane appeared in his hand.

The stick flower flicked, and the handle deformed.

Gillan swung horizontally and punched the Bellman in the stomach.

Bang! !

The hammer head of the Justice Cane exploded under the force, bursting into green fire.

The hour-man monster howled in response, and its body was torn apart by explosions and hammer blows, turning into two pools of white mud that were as white as wall paint and splashed.

With a clang, the badly damaged round clock fell to the ground.

Jilan didn't look back and continued running downstairs.

When he returned to the first floor and passed the wall full of hundreds of wall clocks, he took a casual glance and found that the time on these clocks was still ten minutes past ten.

And, a strange scene appeared again.

This time, I saw a triangular clock squirming, protruding from the wall, and a figure crawled out.

The clock-headed man is exactly the same as the monster just now, the only difference is the head.

'refuses to die? Can it be resurrected through these clocks? ’

An idea occurred to Gillan.

He frowned slightly and ran back to the corridor from the corridor.

The guidance of the "Apocalypse Dream" continues.

But as Jilan came to the corridor, the guide suddenly changed direction, facing the second room on the left.

Without hesitation, Gillan rushed forward and knocked open the door.

Bang! !

This time, he arrived in a distorted white room.

The interior space is extremely irregular.

The walls are high and low, and the ceiling is sometimes sloping and sometimes flat. Even the floor has raised squares of different heights.

There are all kinds of wall clocks scattered around the room, and the ticking sound is endless, but they all point to ten past ten.

Behind him, the sound of rapid footsteps kept coming.

The triangular hour-headed man was like a tarsal maggot, chasing after him relentlessly.

"time……"

"I don't have much time..."

"Give me your time!"

A cold and ruthless voice came from the chest and abdomen of the clock-head man.

Gilan felt the guidance of the "Apocalypse Dream" and faced the corner of the room.

But the bell man behind him was already close at hand.

He turned around, planning to deal with the chasing monster first to buy time.

But at this moment.

The hands on the "face" of the triangular hour man suddenly stopped.

Ji Lan was shocked to find that his body was frozen in place as if time had stopped, unable to move!