林风坐起身，宿醉般的头痛欲裂，他甩了甩头，试图理清思绪。这不是他熟悉的出租屋，至少不是。这个房间老旧得能掐出水来，墙皮剥落，木地板吱呀作响，唯独那顶老式白色蚊帐，显得有些格格不入。“我这是在哪？“靠，”林风低骂一声，摸了摸脖子。 脖子后面缠着一块干净的纱布，触感清凉。 “嘶…头好疼。”林风揉了揉眉心， memories like fragments began to float in his mind: cold steel, surging anger, and a figure in black robes looming like a thunderstorm. Just as he was about to stand up to examine his current situation, a shrill scream broke the silence outside the door, quickly followed by the sound of breaking glass. The screams were getting closer, and the sound of chaos outside was getting more intense. “外面怎么回事？”林风 frowned, annoyed, as he reached for the cold iron bar on the door, but before his hand could even touch it, the door burst open. Three figures wielding daggers rushed in, their eyes bloodshot and filled with madness. The leading one, a burly man with a twisted face, sneered and said, “You’re finally awake. It’s time to die!” The second one, a slender woman with long hair, smiled slyly and said, “Let’s end his life quickly. The longer we wait, the more trouble we’ll cause.”