"It turns out that the so-called [safe house] is completely assimilated with the mural patterns on the walls of the maze and itself... However, this assimilation seems to have a time limit."
The young man in the form of the mural is moving his body on the maze wall like an Egyptian mural that has been given life.
Although in this form he no longer had to worry about being chased by the cursed nightmare and hounds, he also found that his body was gradually adapting to the state of the mural.
In other words, it is these lines that transform themselves into real murals bit by bit.
"As time goes by, my body will be completely assimilated into the mural state... By then I will also lose all opportunities to return to the original world forever!"
The young man stretched out his arms [forward], and the invisible membrane was gradually opened as his arms stretched.
Time passed as quickly as fine sand, and the young man clearly felt that the film was becoming thicker... There was not much time left for him.
The young man stretched out his left hand and clenched his right forearm tightly. All his strength was concentrated on his right arm. He planned to concentrate all his strength into a single point to break through the shackles of the membrane.
The film twists into an elongated cone shape under the influence of force and is stretched over time.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief as his eyes swept over the body that had been freed from the constraints of the wall. The young man who was freed from the constraints of the wall completely got rid of his previous mural state.
But the young man also understood that as long as the film in front of him was not torn for a moment, he would still be unable to escape and return to the ending of the mural. Thinking of this, the young man unknowingly added some strength to tear the film.
"Damn! Is this thing from an AT position? Why is it so difficult to tear apart!!!"
"Bo!"
With the sound of bubbles bursting, the barrier film in front of the young man suddenly dissipated.
The young man, whose center of gravity was unstable, felt as if a lot of lubricant had been applied to the soles of his feet. He leaned forward and dived quickly towards the ground, and made a standard anime flat fall.
Behind him, the torn membrane quickly shrank and healed under the power of the maze. After the previous series of changes and pursuits, the young man's current location was temporarily out of danger.
However, if you stay in place for too long, the maze's own mysterious power will still actively summon the nightmares scattered throughout the maze to eliminate the [virus].
However, at least now he doesn't have to worry about the cursed nightmare coming here to pick up the leaks. Exhausted, he fell directly to the ground motionless after falling on a standard flat ground.
After waiting for his body to recover, he turned over and continued to lie on the ground; without any intention of getting up, he stared blankly at the starry night sky.
"Counting the time...it should be almost time to wake up."
After a long time, the young man murmured to himself, while his arms propped up his body in a feeble manner, and bit by bit he rubbed against the textureless wall behind him. He leaned his back and head against the cold wall and closed his eyes again after adjusting his breathing.
"Beep beep! beep beep!..."
The mobile phone with the data cable still plugged in next to the pillow was vibrating and loudly chanting the default alarm that had not changed for thousands of years.
But to the young man who had experienced a night of [nightmare] torture, it sounded like an enduring melody of nature that made him unwilling to pause for a long time.
It wasn't until the alarm went into its five-minute cool-down period that the young man reluctantly reached out and picked up the phone beside his pillow.
Put the headphones that are highly bound to the phone back into the cochlea, and unplug the data cable that wants to help the phone break through the 100% battery limit.
The young man opened the chat interface skillfully and listened quietly to the kind voice greeting from his elder sister.
"Tang Yiling! Your wings are strong, aren't you? You hung up the communication before I finished speaking. You don't plan to go home, do you?"
"Although this curse-breaking task is not difficult, you didn't even listen to the precautions and took action without permission. Do you know how worried I am!"
"Oh... forget it, if you still remember that you have me as your sister, come to the promenade to find me at eight o'clock..."
The young man listening to the voice stretched, put his cell phone into his pocket, and yawned as he walked slowly into the bathroom.
"Eight o'clock."
Tang Yiling picked up her phone and looked at the time. It was now six o'clock in the morning, which was still two full hours away from the eight o'clock her sister said.
"Including the time for washing up, eating breakfast, and traveling... there is still nearly an hour for me to waste."
While taking off his headphones, Tang Yiling had already calculated the length of time he needed to prepare. And every time he calculated, he would also slightly lengthen the preparation time so that he would have more time.
Regarding the control and sensitivity of time, although Tang Yiling is not as sharp as the "Great Writer" protagonist in a certain "** Paradise" novel, he can still be considered a "time-sensitive group" compared to ordinary people.
At the same time, as a loyal reader of traditional horror novels, regular horror novels, Cthulhu series, etc., Tang Yiling will unknowingly be imbued with certain characteristics of the characters in the novels in some details that he has not noticed.
However, Tang Yiling was lucky... because of his sister's existence, the dross of these traits did not take root in his body, and the remaining essence helped Tang Yiling grow up invisibly.
The cold water soaked the entire face, and the slightly longer hair on the forehead was also soaked by the water. After the chaotic thoughts in his mind were dispelled by the cold, Tang Yiling picked up the towel on the side and gently wiped the water stains on his face.
Looking at his bright eyes in the mirror, Tang Yiling turned his head slightly and looked at the shower head reflected in the mirror.
"Why don't you take advantage of this time to take a shower? After all, I have to see my sister soon, so I can't go there unkempt."
As he spoke, Tang Yiling took off his clothes. There was the sound of dense water flowing in the bathroom, and white mist quickly enveloped the small bathroom.
Half an hour later, Tang Yiling walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel and looked for clean clothes in the suitcase. After putting on his clothes and belongings, Tang Yiling didn't care about the towels and clothes scattered on the bed.
After simply cleaning up, I opened the hotel room door, took my room card, and walked straight towards the hotel elevator.
After walking through nearly half of the hotel room doors on this floor, Tang Yiling pressed the elevator button pointing to the lower floor. In order to block the cold air pouring in, Tang Yiling also put on a black mask before leaving the room.
After touching her still slightly damp hair, Tang Yiling simply put on the hood of her coat, which was enough to cover most of her face.
"Ding!"
It was less than seven o'clock and the hotel seemed a little deserted, and the elevator was running quickly because no one was taking it.
Tang Yiling walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. When the elevator door was about to close, she raised her eyes and looked at the end of the corridor. That was the room at the end of the corridor on this floor, and it was also the room where Tang Yiling lived.
In the empty elevator, Tang Yiling used a mask to secure the headphone cable so that the headphones would no longer wander around. In the headphones, the melodious and soothing "Da Capo" slowly sounded, which also heralded the beginning of a new day.
Tang Yiling walked out of the hotel and stood at the door looking around.
On the busy streets, people rushing for life quickly shuttled through the cold and windy morning. The only thing that could bring them warmth was the warm air in the car and the half-cold breakfast in their hands.
"Boss, two sets of pancakes, plus sausage and spicy strips. Oh, by the way, two more cups of soy milk."
"Chat about payment..."
In front of the stall, Tang Yiling held the freshly cooked soy milk in a plastic cup with both hands, watching the stall owner flipping the shovel up and down on the stove.
In a short while, two sets of steaming pancakes and a cup of steaming soy milk were carefully put into the special thermal bag by Tang Yiling.
"Suck!"
Walking on the crosswalk, Tang Yiling pulled down her mask and slowly sipped the hot soy milk from the cup with a straw.
Although the street promenade is located slightly away from the city center, it is still in the center of the city and is not far from the street hotel where Tang Yiling lives.
Tang Yiling walked unhurriedly, and in less than ten minutes, she reached the corridor in the middle of the street that she had agreed with her sister. However, it was the morning peak period at this time, and most of the people who came to the promenade to relax were elderly people doing morning exercises.
