The sound of falling water woke him up like a heavy hammer.
"Hmm...heh..."
The Longjing tea let out a low and thick sigh.
A severe dizziness plagued his brain, and sweat soaked his body.
The cold, hard and sticky touch from his back made him feel nauseated. He was clearly conscious, but his limbs seemed to be entangled by snakes... No matter how much he wanted to move, he would always
Can't move.
That was an extremely real feeling of fear.
It's like a ghost is pressing down on the bed, and I can't even open my eyes.
After the players got used to lowering the pain to a certain level... they hadn't felt such a clear and intense discomfort for a long time.
And his attention was extremely scattered - he couldn't even fully concentrate on his thinking, and could only barely realize that he was in a nightmare.
--finally.
After Longjing Tea tried to concentrate for the third time, something transparent and invisible seemed to break in front of his eyes, and his whole body suddenly felt light.
He opened his eyes instantly, turned over and sat up instantly.
"Hiss...hu, ha...ha...ha...!"
Longjing Tea gasped for air, and his right hand, which gradually regained consciousness, was propped on the ground, while his left hand was wiping his cheek, and the cold sweat was leaking from his temples.
He soon noticed that the object his right hand touched was extremely cold.
——It is a ceramic bathtub with ice-cold water.
If Longjing Tea wakes up, look back.
Tick tock.
The slightly turned, half-closed faucet was dripping water into the bathtub.
Before, he was lying quietly in the cold water of the bathtub.
——Bathtub? Faucet?
Is there such a thing in the Mist Continent?
Longjing Cha thought to himself and stood up from the bathtub.
Even if this bathroom is not as good as a modern bathroom, it is already decent. At least it is in the European decoration style after the 1990s.
He even saw a mirror.
Longjing Tea thought about it and kicked the water on his pants after leaving the bathtub. He didn't have time to change into dry clothes, so he walked over first.
He looked at it carefully.
——I discovered that it was myself who appeared in the mirror. In other words, it was the "Longjing Tea" in the foggy continent, not the "Old Chen" outside.
Although the clothes were completely different from when he entered...it turned into a light blue, rather modern shirt.
This discovery made him relax a little for a moment.
At least the most horrific situation didn't happen...
...But he entered the dungeon via live broadcast.
But now, not only did all the barrages in front of Longjing Cha disappear, he couldn't even breathe out the health and erosion display panels.
The touch from the tips of his fingers... was also so real. He scratched hard on the back of his left hand with the nail of his right thumb, and the pain was also very clear.
100% pain ratio...
I can't see my health bar.
Unable to enter the forum.
Can't see the barrage.
...can't even log out of the game.
"Fuck you, why..."
Longjing Cha complained casually: "I don't want to play that damn game of 'If you're a man, go to the 100th floor'..."
Even so, he still felt a little nervous.
He was also not sure... if he died here, whether he could be resurrected.
At this moment, he touched a silver ring set with emerald on the middle finger of his left hand.
——That is his carrying object.
The clothes have changed... The disposable props and ritual props stored in the wizard's robe will obviously no longer exist, but his curse bearer came back with him?
Longjing Cha's heart moved, and a faint green light oozed from his pupils.
At the same time, a dark green light simultaneously bloomed from his emerald. As the light green inverted tree lines spread from the middle to the wrist, the power of the curse once again filled Longjing Tea's body.
...can I use spells?
He was a little surprised.
This was something he had never seen before in his nightmares.
——This is the legendary [alien level] nightmare?
But Longjing Tea did not act rashly.
He just put the curse back into the carrier again, and then began to examine his body.
"...am I hurt?"
Longjing Cha touched his back, but there was no feeling of a wound. His whole body was basically intact.
No.
He gave the answer.
"——So, am I committing suicide, or is someone trying to kill me?"
He whispered, drying his right hand with the towel next to the mirror. Then he touched the area under his eyes with his hand - there was little sweating there.
Although his face was covered in cold sweat just now, it was indeed dry there.
The faucet in the bathtub is on the side of his right hand, and the position to turn off the faucet is also nearby. So there is indeed a possibility of getting wet.
He checked the sleeves of his hands again.
I found that the sleeve of my right hand was more moist than that of my left hand... The upper part of the sleeve of my left hand was still dry, but the sleeve of my right hand was soaked.
The situation is obvious. This should be the faucet that he opened and closed on his own initiative.
But the problem came again.
Let's not call it "self" - then, why did "he" commit suicide? And why did he shut down the water flow drop by drop?
Longjing Tea thought calmly and looked back at the bathtub.
He passed through the shallow water traces and made quick and rough calculations in his mind.
...about three to five hours.
No matter how precise it is, it is not so easy to calculate.
Just in case, Longjing Tea did not turn off the faucet immediately - although the possibility is very low, if someone is monitoring the status of the faucet, then he will be directly exposed.
The bathroom door is not closed.
Longjing Cha did not wear slippers, but walked around the room calmly, all wet. After confirming that there was no one else in his home, he changed into dry and clean clothes.
In the process, he once again confirmed that this was definitely not the era where the Mist Continent existed...or the world.
Because he saw something like "television" with incomparable clarity.
It is not a TV with an LCD screen, but a large square controlled by a knob. The "TV" is on at the moment, but there is a snowflake screen on it.
Longjing Cha looked up at his watch.
——Afternoon, three fifty.
There was an unwashed plate on the table. Judging from the residue, it seemed to be steak or other types of fried meat. The sauce was black pepper - indeed a favorite of Longjing tea.
He confirmed that he was not hungry now.
"Then I should lie down in the bathtub after dinner..."
He murmured and found a bottle of medicine on the table.
There is no label on the transparent bottle, which contains small blue oval tablets. The color is reminiscent of toilet cleaner.
Is this a sleeping pill? Or something else?
Longjing Cha thought for a while and found his coat from the room - it was a somewhat handsome blue-black uniform with a coat of arms.
He pocketed the pill bottle.
Then he went back to the bathroom and turned off the faucet.
Just then, he heard the phone ringing.
He returned to the living room and picked up the phone.
Just in case, he didn't speak first.
Instead, a hoarse voice came from inside - Longjing Tea was secretly glad that he could still understand it.
But he soon frowned.
"Longjing Tea, come to the bureau quickly."
A majestic middle-aged man's voice came: "Someone is about to be killed...take your gun."
Huh? I'm a policeman?
Longjing Cha was stunned for a moment before he realized something.