Lu Li's dark eyes fell towards the dining table, where a piece of paper that didn't belong here was covered in the dust.
He placed the oil lamp beside the table and picked up the note. The written content did not belong to any known writing, was indecipherable and unintelligible.
Temporarily putting the note that seemed to be a reminder into his pocket, Lu Li picked up the oil lamp that had left a circle of sitting marks in the dust on the dining table, and looked at other corners of the living room.
Everything was covered in dust, which meant that this place had not been visited for a long time. There were only Lu Li's shoe prints on the floor, as if the note appeared out of thin air.
Glancing across the window from the dim kitchen, my gaze fell to the stairs leading upstairs. Continuing upward, a pair of clear footprints were imprinted on the edge of the ceiling at the stairs.
Lu Li raised his eyes and followed the footprints back to the top of his head, where the footprints extended towards the door and window.
After observing calmly for a few seconds, Lu Li suddenly moved the dining table, brought in a wooden chair with the sound of plates and spoons clattering, and stepped on the chair to stand on the dining table.
The broken black hair was about to touch the ceiling. Lu Li raised the oil lamp to observe the shoe prints closely.
Being too close made the shoe prints difficult to detect, but when he got closer, the details emerged and became clear. Lu Li recognized from the texture of the shoe prints: these were his own footprints.
In addition to the door and window, there is also a pair of stairs extending into the unknown depths.
And there are two pairs of footprints...
Bang.
After stepping off the dining table and jumping back to the ground, Lu Li took out the wooden eyeball box from his stomach bag, opened it with his thumb, and then approached the window to peek out.
Houses dormant in the darkness stretched along the streets into the depths. The layout of the buildings here was like a street on the surface, but Lu Li did not see the Alchemy Tower twinkling like stars from a distance.
Not long after, businessman Anthony emerged from the shadows.
"Where am I?" Lu Li left the window.
"Filthy sewers."
Unfortunately, Lu Li knew very little about this forbidden area, but businessmen who knew the information about this place could help Lu Li.
"Tell me the information here."
Lu Li came to the stairs and stepped onto the dusty steps to reach the second floor.
The businessman Anthony didn't have much information about the rotten sewers. He only knew that the rotten sewers were called the Forgotten Land. It was once a town of gods located at the end of the main line of the old sewers. Then disaster suddenly struck, and the gods and the church followed without resistance.
The town subsides and is integrated with the old underground sewer.
There is no news of any survivors escaping.
The March Contest will place the second level in the foul sewers, allowing all players to enter here... Does it have any deep meaning?
The second of the three forbidden lands has become the first two levels of the competition, so in the distant third level, is the final strange jungle waiting for them?
Arriving on the second floor, Lu Li saw the footprints on the ceiling that had briefly disappeared again. The footprints extended deeper into the corridor, then returned to the other side of the corridor and entered behind the two doors on the second floor.
Lu Li followed the footprints and imagined another version of himself walking into the room at the end, then returned to the corridor and explored the other two rooms.
Stopping in front of the door at the end of the corridor, Lu Li reached out and pushed open the wooden door.
The sound of the door opening made people feel sad and alert, and the situation in the room appeared.
This is a guest room. The window has long been broken, glass is scattered all over the floor, the breeze blows the gauze-like curtains, and the five culprit stones lie quietly on the floor.
Looking around the empty guest room, Lu Li walked to the window where only the window frame and broken glass were left.
Not far away, the second floor window of a house about ten meters away was open, facing the guest room at the foot.
After waiting for a moment, there was no movement from the house opposite. Lu Li paid attention to the footprints falling back on the ceiling. The other self hanging upside down, like him, wandered in the guest room and then returned to the corridor.
Following the footsteps and leaving the guest room, Lu Li opened the first wooden door, revealing the utility room.
The footprints stopped in front of the door without entering.
The other room was a bedroom. The messy bed, like everything in the house, was covered in dust.
The footprints lingered in the bedroom. After a brief pause, the edge of the vision returned to the floor. Where the footprints stayed on the ceiling, a book that had been turned over was placed on the bedside table.
Lu Li walked closer and picked up the brown-covered book with his left hand.
"Martin and the Dog" is a popular novel about the emotional grievances between a lady and her slave in the old days.
Opening the cover, there are no compartments or notes inside the pages, just ordinary novels used by the owner of the house for entertainment.
Putting back the books, Lu Li and his "self" on the ceiling also searched around the bedroom before returning to the living room downstairs.
Lu Li raised the oil lamp and returned his gaze to the footprints on the ceiling. He observed that the footprints in the middle of the living room extended to the door, returned to the original position under his feet, extended to the window, returned to the original position, and then extended to the stairs at the same time.
Two "selves" were walking on the ceiling?
Realizing something, Lu Li asked the businessman Anthony who had not yet left: "Have I summoned you before?"
"twice."
He raised his eyes to the vague footprints on the ceiling that were similar but not overlapping: "Were they all standing on the ceiling?"
The inquiry was confirmed, but Lu Li had no memory of the previous two times.
Forgotten land...
Thinking of the nickname of the foul sewer, Lu Li asked the businessman Anthony to tell the specific details of the first two summonses.
There was less information than expected, and Lu Li was unable to communicate with the businessman Anthony the first two times. The inversion not only affected the body, but also the language.
Lu Li thought about the unreadable parchment on the dining table. Was he able to read it the first two times, and was it related to getting out of the upside down predicament?
He took out the notebook in his stomach bag and tore out two pages. On one of them, Lu Li copied the contents of the note, and on the other he wrote the contents for possible "next time".
[I am Lu Li, this is the third time. The first two times were upside down, and the answer can be obtained from the footprints on the ceiling. The memory of the previous times has been forgotten, this is a filthy sewer, and there are no clues in the house. The window of the guest room upstairs is broken, and there are five stones on the floor.
,I will next]
Suddenly, a slight conversation came from the window, which made Lu Li stop his pen, left the dining table and stood in front of the window.
A figure called to the hesitant silhouette in the distant street, leading him into a house next to him.
It seemed to be a contestant. Lu Li looked around at the deserted and silent street again. He left the window and picked up a pen and continued to write: [There are other figures on the street. They walk into the houses with wooden signs. I will get close to them next. 】
If there is a next time, I will know a lot of information in advance.
The premise is that the paper sheet placed with the note will not be recycled.
After confirming that there were no more clues left in the house, Lu Li came to the door with an oil lamp.
click
The quiet breeze in the streets replaced the silence in the houses.
Lu Li, holding an oil lamp, walked alone in the dark streets, with only the sound of footsteps in his mind.
As he approached the house, Lu Li saw the terrifying hanging men hanging from the windows of the houses on both sides of the street, peering in. They either hid because Lu Li was looking at him, or kept watching.
Without exception, they all wear player badges.
click
When Lu Li approached the house, the door was opened from inside.
