48 Hours a Day

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Zhang Heng eyes opened and found himself in a slightly dim alley.

At the end of the road is a small brick building with high on both sides. It seems to be a certain age. Zhang Heng can only infer from the building materials and style that this is a post-nineteenth century building.

Not at all, he walked in anxiously, but looked around all around again and saw the pedestrians passing by the alley, the hawker selling cigarettes and the grocery store opposite, just when he wanted to keep looking At that time, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, indicating that there will be heavy rain soon.

So Zhang Heng didn’t stay in place anymore, and finally took another step and walked towards the small brick building.

The small building is much quieter than Zhang Heng had imagined. Only orange lights showed through the cracks of the door, and there was no noise.

Zhang Heng knocked on the door.

After a while, a steward-looking middle-aged man poked his head out of the door, “What can I do for you?”

“I received an invitation to come here to participate in Sand Dragon.” Zhang Heng said that here was paused, his gaze went around the steward-like middle age person and fell into the living room behind him, and found that it was empty, there was nothing. guests.

“Sorry, did I come early?”

“No.” The steward-like middle age person smiled, “Sand Dragon has already started, but it’s not here. Can I see your membership token?”

“Membership token?” Zhang Heng was slightly frowned. He had checked his pockets on the way here. In addition to the props he brought, he didn’t find anything extra, but Zhang Heng was very Almost thinking of something, he took out the Conan Doyle pen.

The middle age person who looks like a steward took the pen, put on his glasses, examined it carefully, and then handed it back to Zhang Heng respectfully with both hands, “Welcome to the House of Genius, please come with me.”

Zhang Heng followed the steward-like middle age person into the house, and then the two walked through the living room and into the courtyard. The steward-like middle-aged man opened a horror movie that looked like a murderer The gloomy cellar that the villain would use when imprisoning a protagonist, and then made a please gesture.

“Seriously?” Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.

“Don’t look at me, bluffing and dramatization have always been authors’ favorites.” The steward-like middle age person shrugged, “To be honest, I haven’t been able to understand this bad taste.”

Zhang Heng hearing this looked at the big iron lock beside his foot again, there was some red on it that looked like blood stains.

“Don’t worry, the paint from ocher.”

“Very impressive.” Zhang Heng commented.

After speaking, he didn’t hesitate anymore, and walked in strode.

I have to say that although the atmosphere in front of the cellar door is very scary, the environment inside is actually pretty good. It’s just slightly humid, but the air is smooth, and there is no peculiar smell except for some muddy smell.

For a tunnel, no more can be requested.

The two walked for about five minutes, and the terrain began to rise again, and then the middle-aged man, who looked like a steward, stopped in front of a pair of iron ladders and temporarily gave the oil lamp in his hand to Zhang Heng for safekeeping. And he pushed open the manhole cover above his head.

At this time, in the sky, raindrops had already fallen, and the two returned from the underground back to the street. As soon as they climbed out, Zhang Heng saw a carriage on the side of the road.

The steward-like middle-aged man took the oil lamp back from Zhang Heng’s hand, “I can only accompany you here, and Martin will send you to Sand Dragon.”