A strange, elongated, sticky dragging sound came from far to near to the door of his room.
Anna held her breath and covered the young man's mouth.
His dark green eyelashes trembled, he stopped unbuttoning his hands, and couldn't help but curl up on the sides of the girl's body.
Anna listened seriously, and the voice was still for a while at the door. There was a shadow under the door, as if someone was standing there.
She stared at the door handle with alert eyes.
After a while, the shadow left, still accompanied by the dragging sound.
The sound disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Now was not the time to sleep. Anna rolled down from the bed quietly, but was tripped by an arm that stretched out from nowhere, and fell right into the cold embrace of the young man.
"..." She covered her mouth to suppress her voice.
The young man hugged the owner obediently and raised his hand to pat her on the back.
He also understands this behavior, which is called throwing yourself into someone's arms.
Anna pushed away the young man who closed his eyes and turned his cheek towards her, telling herself not to guess what he was thinking. She walked barefoot to the door and put her ear to it.
The young man stared at her feet.
There was a vague smell of blood coming from the crack in the door.
Anna vaguely heard a man's voice.
"Please, don't kill me!"
It sounds a bit familiar, it seems to be coming from the deepest part of the corridor.
The young man looked at her feet and became anxious.
He lowered his head and searched around the bed, found the slippers, picked them up, and moved close to the owner. Just as he was about to open his mouth, his mouth was covered.
Anna touched her lips and shushed.
If you can't speak, your "mother" will find out.
He and the owner are obviously not on the same page now.
Alphinaud blinked. He not only wanted the owner to wear shoes, but also liked this kind of intimate physical contact - covering the mouth was already very intimate and ambiguous in his eyes.
So he fell into some kind of dilemma.
Anna was listening seriously when she suddenly noticed that something had changed in the room. A light blue color like PVC mucous membrane was spreading everywhere that could be seen with the naked eye. This blue color quickly spread to the entire room and approached her.
She was stunned and moved a little further away from the door. The light blue translucent substance immediately covered the place where she had just been lying down.
Anna seemed to have fallen into some kind of cavity, and the walls became soft and moist.
The entire room was wrapped in a light blue-green color.
With a horrified look on her face, she released her hand covering the young man.
Alphinaud glanced at her hands with regret, put the slippers next to her feet, "Put them on, cool..."
Anna hissed again.
I heard the young man explain, "You can talk here."
What's the meaning?
Anna's back felt cold.
Did he make these things?
little monster.
He really is a little monster.
The young man suddenly paused and said without emotion, "It has brought one of your companions."
His eyes were blank for a moment, and then he said, "He is almost dead."
Then he said "Ah" and said calmly, "Dead."
The pleading voices in the corridor disappeared at some point, and the smell of blood was isolated by the light blue mucous membranes, making everything seem unreal.
If, as he said, a person died outside, then his expression seemed too indifferent.
It's like talking about an ant.
But Anna had no doubt that what he said was true.
"Companions?" It seemed that she and Bella were not the only ones who entered here. Anna asked, "Do you know how many of us are here in total?"
The young man nodded, "Twenty-seven."
so much?
Thinking of the person he just said was dead, Anna cautiously added a question, "Do you know how many of them are still alive now?"
The young man's dark green eyes were empty again for a moment, as if he was searching for something.
Quickly, he said, "Seven."
Twenty people died.
Anna felt horrified.
She forced herself to calm down and asked, "Are there other people in this city who have been dragged in like us?"
The young man nodded, "Many people passing by know it."
It seems like this is a place where people are dragged in by force.
Anna asked again, "Do you know how many people are still alive now?"
The young man's voice is moving, even without warmth, it is still low-pitched and pleasant.
He said, "Seven."
Everyone who visited this city before has died.
What was it that took away their lives?
Anna's hands and feet were cold.
It seems that death is only a matter of time.
Everyone who enters this world will die one after another, instead of having a chance to escape as she thought.
Then she now needs to calculate how long it takes on average for someone to die.
Anna asked her last question, "Do you know how long we've been here?"
The young man's dark green eyes looked a little hollow, as if he had no soul.
He is right in front of me, yet he seems to be in a very far away place.
He said, "In your human terms, one second."
As soon as I stepped into this place, time was frozen.
…
It's not dawn here.
Time is calculated differently than in the normal world.
Anna could already recall some things intermittently, and some fragmentary pictures poured into her mind, making her realize that she might be a scientific researcher.
The lights on the building outside the glass window lit up, and she knew that the world had entered "daytime."
The young man followed Anna's instructions and took back the mucous membrane on the wall. He went downstairs and found that "mom" was busy in the kitchen again.
The number of superimposed bodies on the body changed from two to three.
Its current image has eight hands and eight legs.
It seems that every time it kills a person, a body will be superimposed on it.
It enjoys playing the role of "mom" and seems to really think that she is her and Bella's mother.
Bella across the dining table looked horrified, with two huge dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept.
After Ana's careful questioning last night, the young man explained the matter clearly to her in broken and unskilled language.
The world they enter now is not the same world they came from.
Listening to the explanation, this world is more like a real "illusion".
In the real world, time only passes for one second, but in this world, time extends infinitely.
And the time they spend in this world is also real for their bodies. If they don't eat, they will die, if they don't drink water, they will be thirsty, and if they stay up late, they will get dark circles.
Then this is a bit difficult to handle.
Looking at the bloody food on the plate, Anna reasonably speculated that it was something "mom" had taken from the man she killed last night.
And the young man said that that person was their companion...
Ana expressionlessly pushed the group of "companions" away, sullen and silent.
"Mom" immediately walked over with concern, her huge and heavy body exuding a strong stench, and with every step, the floor made an overwhelming creaking sound.
"What's wrong Anna? Doesn't mom's cooking taste good to you?"
The bright red face that looked like its skin had been peeled off came close to Anna, and the eyeballs without eyelids creaked in their sockets.
Her behavior really looks like a mother who cares about her children.
Anna suppressed the surging stomach acid, frowned and pretended to be distressed, "Mom's cooking is so delicious, I've gained some weight recently."
"Mom" suddenly smiled, the bright red muscle fibers on her face were pulsing, and she said with a smile, "Anna is not fat."
Anna held her chin and asked, "Can mom make a weight loss meal? I want to eat vegetarian food."
That bloody face was so close, like mental pollution.
Her slightly paralyzed facial features hid her fear very well, and she said in a yearning tone, "Mom is such a good cook, she can definitely cook delicious food."
The eyeballs without eyelids stared straight at her, as if they were trying to penetrate everything.
Anna was like a child acting coquettishly towards her mother, clasping her hands together, "I'm so looking forward to it. I want to know what my mother's diet meal will taste like."
After a long time, "Mom" smiled and agreed.
It moved its huge body back to the kitchen, waving its eight arms and started cleaning and washing.