Secret forest

Then, Mr. Lam began to tell his story. On the way back from the last meeting with Qin Tian, Lin dongcheng's thoughts were surging. Qin Tian's last words, like a burning fire, made his blood heat gradually. However, when he thought of the terrible dark Lord, it was as if a stream of ice water was injected into his body, making his blood cool to condense instantly.

How to do? Should I listen to my heart and help the policeman against the Dark Lord, or should I allow fear to prevail and bow to the mysterious Dark Lord? The two voices were so loud in Lin's head that he was so distracted that he lost control of the steering wheel and almost drove the car into a tree.

Mr. Lam pulled over to have a cigarette to calm his nerves. He took out a cigarette, put it to his mouth, took out a lighter, lit the fire and went to light it. Just then, something strange happened. The flames had barely touched the cigarette when, poof, they went out.

Mr. Lin rolled up the window, relit the lighter and moved toward the flame, which, as he watched, gave a jerk and inexplicably went out again.

A little flustered, Lin took courage and tried again. After holding the lighter, he placed his left hand in front of the flame and approached the cigarette carefully, but the flame still went out silently. Lin Dongcheng clearly felt a stream of air hit his left palm, like someone blowing at the flames.

Lin dongcheng immediately had a feeling of creepiness, he drove all the way to the company, out of the car, only to breathe a sigh of relief. Wiping away his cold sweat, he consoled himself: Maybe it was just his imagination, maybe the lighter was broken.

After a quick bite of food, Mr. Lin went to his office to take a break. The company has a big meeting later, and this is not a good time.

Two hours later, a cellphone alarm woke Mr. Lin up, and as he rolled over and sat up, a thin blanket fell to the floor. Lin Dongcheng was stunned for a moment with a stunned expression on his face. He remembered very well that he had gone to bed without a blanket at all. The blankets had been neatly stacked in a cabinet in the corner.

Was it the subordinate who came in and covered himself with a blanket for fear of catching cold? But it's impossible. A subordinate will knock first, never come in. Besides, during lunch break, I always locked the office door from the inside out. Did I forget it in my mind today? Lin dong-cheng walked quickly to the door and checked the lock. He felt a chill running through him. He had not forgotten to lock the door backwards, which meant that it was impossible for anyone to enter.

When it was time for the meeting, Lin dongcheng pulled back his thoughts, closed the office door, and walked quickly to the conference room. An employee came to him in the corridor and greeted him politely: "Mr. Lin is all right."

Lin Dongcheng nodded slightly, the two approached some more, the employee's eyes suddenly round, mouth opened into the O shape, firmly staring at Lin Dongcheng's face, as if the boss's face suddenly grow a flower.

Lin Dongcheng has no time to think, he has walked to the door of the conference room. Both sides of the long conference table were filled, and the middle seat, Mr. Lam's regular seat, was empty. He strolled into the meeting, sat down with a solemn expression, and looked around with a commanding gaze.

Lin dongcheng soon found that something was wrong. Everyone in the meeting room looked surprised, confused, embarrassed and smirked. Some lowered their heads to hide something, and some hesitated to swallow what they wanted to say.

Lin Dongcheng knew not, but can only pretended to calm, speak the words finished, finish the layout work arrangement, this ability to act out of the room, came to the bathroom, a photo in front of a mirror, felt great shame and anger, and in his right in the middle of his forehead was a red oval seal, closer inspection, it turned out to be a pig quarantine chapter, seal it has eight word: Quarantine qualified, point slaughter. Lin dong-cheng's face was filled with blood, and he felt ashamed to think that he had just given orders with such a device.

That night, Lin dongcheng had a nightmare, in which he saw the Dark Lord, sitting in a high chair, like a king of majesty. Wearing a mask, his eyes were undaunted and he asked, "Lin Dongcheng, do you know sin?"

Lin dong-cheng knelt on the ground, frightened like a sieve, trembling: "I, I, I..."

The Lord of Darkness rose from his chair and stepped towards him. "How dare you," he said darkly, "to try to collude with the police against me! Have you thought about the consequences?"

Alarmed, frightened, and at a loss what to say, Lin woke up. Sweating profuse, he sat up in bed, covered his pounding chest with his hands, and tried to console himself: It was all right, just a dream, a nightmare...

Suddenly, Lin dong-cheng heard a voice, echoing in the dark room: "I'm asking you something. Why don't you answer?"

Lin jumped to his feet and looked into the voice with a frightened look on his face. He realized that the screen of his mobile phone, which he had placed on the table before going to bed, was lit up with a face on it.

Lin Dongcheng cautiously picked up the phone, the original wechat video call function did not know when to open and connected, the screen is dark Lord zombie face and ghost-like eyes, and just in the nightmare he is exactly the same!

The nightmare and reality met at that moment, and Lin Dongcheng could not tell whether he was in a dream or not. He fell to his knees with a flop, his body like chagrin, and his words were out of tone: "I, I, I..."

The Lord of Darkness suddenly smiled, his voice cracking. "Worthless. Why are you so scared? Am I that scary? Don't be afraid. In my eyes, all of you are my children. Smoking is bad for you, so I blew out your lighter in the car. It's easy to catch cold after a nap, so I covered you with a blanket. Haven't I done enough?"

Lin dong-cheng shook his head desperately: "No, no, no..."

The Lord of Darkness said quietly, "Disobedient children must be punished. I just want to tell you that those who try to oppose me will end up in the slaughterhouse. Is there anything else you want to tell me? Are you going to join forces with that cop?"

Lin dong-cheng banged his head so hard that his head was broken. Blood ran down his forehead and stained his bloodless face. 'I didn't dare, I didn't dare,' he said in a trembling voice. 'I didn't promise the policeman!'

The Dark Lord said coldly, "There is a letter on the table. Have you seen it?"

Lin dongcheng looked sideways, and there was an envelope on the desk. He remembered it clearly. Before he went to sleep, the desk was empty. The Dark Lord continued: "Give this letter to the policeman, Qin Tian. It contains his secret. Remember, no peeking. I don't need to warn you."

"Don't worry," Said Lin dong-cheng, "I dare not read it. I will deliver it to him in good condition."

After telling his story, Lin dongcheng takes the letter out of his briefcase, puts it into Qin Tian's hand, and drives away without stopping, as if afraid that Qin Tian will persuade him to deal with the Dark Lord again.

Qin Tian took the thin envelope, his heart suddenly inexplicable acceleration. In the deepest recesses of his heart, there was indeed a secret, a secret that no one else knew. Does the Lord of Darkness really have penetrating eyes? To know this secret about yourself?

That's impossible! No way!

Qin Tian ripped open the envelope and took out a sheet of writing paper. There were only a few lines of typed words on it. But just these few lines, let Qin Tian's heart seemed to stop beating.

Something that could never have happened, actually happened...

What exactly did the Dark Lord's letter say? Qin Day's innermost heart, hiding after all what kind of unspeakable secret? Does this seemingly unremarkable policeman have an unusual life experience?