Generally speaking, normal people would not take the initiative to walk into that small dark door when encountering this kind of situation, right?
Lin Sanjiu slowly took a step towards the door, thinking that maybe she was not a normal person.
Along with the darkness behind the door, there was a cool and heavy breath. The smell was hard to describe. It was like wallpaper that had been repeatedly wetted and dried by water, like wood soaked in vegetable oil fumes, like raw wood.
Rusty metal water pipes... If breath has age, this breath is already very old.
When Lin Sanjiu took another step toward the door, she realized that the body hanging on the door had disappeared at some point.
The observation ability that she has always been proud of has been failing frequently since she entered the arsenal; whether it is the McDonald's employee Oliver or the fake Ren Nan, their appearance and disappearance are like direct effects on those around them.
Just like the air, there is no trace at all.
Was this door really a door a few minutes ago?
Lin Sanjiu stood in the doorway, staring into the deep darkness inside, trying to distinguish some shapes or sounds. Even the arsenal exposed in the night was so dim that it was difficult to see clearly; the door behind the door was even more isolated.
Almost all the light was left in darkness. She tried to use her consciousness to slowly reach out, breaking through the sticky air that had not flowed in countless years, and felt that there seemed to be a long corridor in front of her.
There are no switches on the left and right walls. I don't know how to turn on the lights when the Arsenal members come in.
Similarly, no living creatures appeared in the [Consciousness Scanning]. In fact, she was mentally prepared for this. Her detection methods seemed to be useless here.
Lin Sanjiu pulled out a flashlight from the card library. The bright white light suddenly dispersed the fog-like darkness ahead; the light caught a piece of scenery from the retreating darkness, nailing its color and shape.
In the field of vision.
It is indeed a corridor and it looks very old.
In order to cover up the cracks that have appeared over the years, countless layers of paint were applied to the old wall. The upper half is white and the lower half is bright green. There are thin wooden doors on both sides of the corridor, which have faded and turned into dark red;
Some doors had dirty doormats under them, and some had several pairs of shoes of different sizes on display. It looked like a cheap and ordinary apartment.
It can’t be the dormitory of an arsenal, right? It’s so different from the overall style of the arsenal.
At the other end of the corridor, there seemed to be a wooden staircase... Lin Sanjiu took a step forward, trying to stretch his gaze and flashlight further to see more clearly.
She just took a step forward, but at this moment, her peripheral vision and Teacher Yi's sudden warning made her realize at the same time that something was different - Lin Sanjiu
Turning around suddenly, the flashlight swept back and hit the empty, half-white, half-green wall beside him.
...the door is missing.
She turned around a few times with her flashlight, but behind her and around her were just the same walls.
Not only is the door missing, but it seems...
"I seem to have a sense of instant vision," Lin Sanjiu murmured. She never liked the silence when she was alone, so even if it was just the sound of consciousness in her mind, it made her feel more at ease than silence.
"I always feel that this scene is very familiar, I don't know why..."
Teacher Yi's response to her could not be called reassuring. "Door," she whispered, "there was something on the corner of the door just now that made people very concerned."
What?
Lin Sanjiu frowned and carefully examined the scene that Teacher Yi showed her. She was entirely focused on the corridor behind the door at that time, and did not pay much attention to the door itself, so even if Teacher Yi was sitting in the formation
, the scene was inevitably a little blurry for a while.
She could only vaguely make out that there was something in the upper right corner of the door. It seemed to be painted on it. It was a small square, no bigger than her fist.
The sense of déjà vu seemed to penetrate every corner of her consciousness; even this door, which she was sure she had never seen before and would probably never see again, somehow made Lin Sanjiu feel familiar.
To be on the safe side, Lin Sanjiu did not act rashly. She stood there and fished countless times from her memory, but it was like fishing with a fishnet with holes in it, and what she fished out was nothing - because she had indeed never fished before.
I've seen the door with the little square painted on it.
Lin Sanjiu turned around, wrapped a [metal snare] on her right hand, and punched the wall behind her hard.
There are ways. Even if you clearly feel that it won't work, you still have to go through the process and give it a try - breaking through through violence is one such way.
"The puppeteer must be a crow's mouth," she withdrew her hand and shook it hard a few times, as if this could get rid of the pain. "He said it was leftovers, so I took a bite and didn't know what the hell it was.
Little Biscuit, he said he smashed the wall, but now I can’t break it open. What the hell, this wall can be restored faster than he can curse people.”
Almost as soon as her hand left the wall, the deep pits and cracks she had just made with a bang were quickly re-sewed together. By the time the words "puppet master" were finished, the wall was already intact as before.
"This is a bit like the characteristics of a dungeon," Lin Sanjiu thought for a while and felt that it was not unimaginable if the arsenal set up a dungeon here as a means of defense. If it was really a dungeon, it seemed that she would have to go inside.
——It also means that [Knitting Mother] is sold out too early, otherwise it would be better to let the thread lead it out?
In the constantly shaking aperture, she took every step quietly, trying not to make any sound on the floor, and trying not to think about the growing sense of immediacy. The reason was the same: she couldn't let herself
The sound of stepping on my feet and the hints in my heart blocked the sounds coming from this cheap apartment.
However, unexpectedly, as she approached Room 101, the corridor that was dark and silent just now suddenly burst into the sound of people. Although it was still dim, there were faint flickers of light under the cracks of each door.
There was a light; someone behind a certain door in the distance cleared his throat loudly, and then spit; someone seemed to be dragging his feet on the floor in Room 101, and then there was a low muffled sound of "bang".
Lin Sanjiu leaned in and heard vague curses behind the door.
"It hurts me so much," the voice complained, "What a lousy place, the power goes out every three days... Cheap stuff drains power so damn fast."
It was dark under the door, and it looked like there wasn't much lighting in Room 101 compared to his neighbors.
From the moment she ate the cookies to now, the problems that had piled up in Lin Sanjiu's mind had reached a point where she could no longer worry about lice or debts. She didn't even stop and continued walking forward. She walked from the opposite side of the corridor to
In room 103, the voice of scolding the child was heard - "Why are you playing with wax with your hands? It's burned, it's time!"
There were dark and bright lights under the door of Room 102, which seemed to be the light of a flashlight; the sound of a radio came from the apartment adjacent to it - there was an old radio with batteries in the house, indicating that the owner of the house might be an old man;
Going further, 106 is the same as 102. Although there is light, there is silence behind the door.
Lin Sanjiu stopped.
She had been paying attention to the movement under the door of the apartment all the way, so she could see clearly: when she was about to approach 106, but not yet close to 106, there was a black shadow clearly under the door, which looked like
Someone was standing close to the door. When she actually walked to the door of 106, the black shadow flashed to the side and disappeared from the light under the crack of the door.
Immediately afterwards, under the door of Room 108 ahead, a dark figure stepped into the light and stood right in the middle of the door. It looked like... someone was standing tightly against the door.
Lin Sanjiu raised her eyes and flashlight, and landed on the door. The cat-eye glass reflected light and lit up in the flashlight light.
It shouldn't be... How can the apartments be connected to each other?
Perhaps this is not the question she should ask at the moment, because the coming and going of the black shadow may be just a coincidence. What should really be concerned about is that the person behind the door is undoubtedly watching and listening to her whereabouts.
Lin Sanjiu did not walk into Room 108 rashly. She looked at the dark figure under the crack of the door, and her consciousness quietly rushed to the door, wrapped around the door handle, and turned it gently.
The dark shadow under the door stepped aside, and then the door was opened by her smoothly.
"Is it Miss Lin?" The voice behind the door seemed to be smiling.
Although I posted late today, it went smoothly. I also saw the plot from 1942 to 1946 in a crystal ball and wrote it down. I'm really sorry for making you worry before, and I'm very grateful for everyone's concern...
