"I, I... what the hell is going on!" Tang Yiling, still frightened, asked herself repeatedly and quietly.
But how can he give himself an answer when he doesn't know the truth?
"That inexplicable heat...where does it come from?"
The original plan was that Tang Yiling wanted to use herself as bait to actively trigger the curse in the room.
But what happened next obviously exceeded his expectations; at the moment when confusion and fear filled his brain, his remaining thoughts were forced to focus on pressing the trigger button of "Dream".
The so-called trump card is actually an idea based on the premise that Tang Yiling can freely enter and exit the [Nightmare Realm].
That is, when in contact with living or non-living things, whether it can accompany the [subject] to [dream]...
As the only insider, Tang Linsu took the initiative to participate in the experiment while ensuring the safety of both parties.
At the end of the experiment, the two siblings came to the conclusion; as long as they possess the [living state], they can freely enter and exit the dreamland under the leadership of the subject. However, without the guidance of the subject, outsiders will be semi-permanently exiled. state.
Even though Tang Yiling had imagined countless possible emergencies before the plan started, this special situation, which was completely divorced from the existing information, still caught him off guard. Everything happened too suddenly...
"The information may have errors, but the words 'Seven Days', 'Qingming', and 'Zhongyuan' appear repeatedly and in large numbers, so we can deduce some correct rules."
After calming down, Tang Yiling began to gradually review all the previously known clues in order to understand the current situation he was in.
After all, in his current state, if he doesn't save himself, all that awaits him is death in endless pain.
(If the information is correct, this situation should only occur on the seventh day of check-in...)
As thinking deepens, memory is inevitably involved in the wave of thinking. Memories surged with the tide, and Tang Yiling's body in the dream also changed accordingly.
The burned dark red skin, like catkins exposed to an open flame, began to spread all over the body uncontrollably. The burning and pain that was originally weakened by dreams are all driven by memory, like an arrow piercing the Tianling Cap!
"snort!……"
The sudden pain and burning sensation directly cut off Tang Yiling's thoughts; he had to stop thinking so that the pain that could tear apart the soul could weaken; if he persisted in his own way, he might be forced to leave the dream state.
"This is not what I wanted...to see..." The pain in his body made his thoughts intermittently, and even talking to himself seemed to be squeezed out of his mouth!
After finishing speaking, Tang Yiling's whole body suddenly staggered, as if those words had used up all his strength.
At this time, Tang Yiling seemed to be in an extremely awake state, constantly experiencing high-voltage electricity washing through his body; his body was as awake as his consciousness, and he could even hear the sound of high-voltage electricity rushing through his body if he felt it carefully.
It wasn't until Tang Yiling completely stopped thinking that this palpitating painful feeling slowly subsided along with the wave of memory. The dark red burning marks on the skin gradually dissipated, and the skin returned to its normal state.
Tang Yiling, who originally had his back against the high wall, now had the entire back of his body pressed against the cold labyrinth floor; his eyes that gradually regained consciousness, with a trace of sadness and tears, quietly looked up at the scattered stars in the sky.
(Is this the so-called "life is worse than death"... Haha, I have made fewer detours than others...)
Tang Yiling's heart was filled with ridicule towards herself, and even the look on her face was a little more sentimental.
On the streets of the city center late at night, the flying snowflakes under the lights once again covered the deserted streets with a layer of silver.
At a silent intersection, the traffic lights are still performing their duties. The colors of the traffic lights complement each other at the intersection, adding a bit of color to the originally monotonous white streets.
Although it was almost three o'clock in the morning, the lobby of the hotel in the middle of the street was still brightly lit.
The girl in her early twenties at the front desk was standing alone in the lobby, with a listless expression on her face; not far away, there was also a similarly sleepy girl in her early twenties standing in front of the water heater. .
"Buzz...buzz..."
The buzzing sound of the central air conditioner is particularly harsh in this silent night, but with the constant blowing of warm air, it makes people feel sleepy quickly.
"Here, don't spill it."
"Ha...thank you."
Taking the water cup handed by the water girl, the warm water vapor caressed their faces; the two held the water cup in their hands, their bodies close to each other, and occasionally turned their heads to look at the snowflakes flying outside the closed door.
"Mo, you said it's already this time, will anyone come to stay..."
"Not necessarily... maybe there are people here to stay, but whether they are people... I'm not sure."
"Don't scare me, you know I'm timid." Turning to look at the girl next to her, who smiled evilly at her, the fear in Lan's eyes grew uncontrollably!
"Mo, our hotel is already weird, and you still make such a joke on me!"
"Hmph, do you believe this kind of lie that can be exposed at the first glance?" Mo looked at Lan's fearful expression and comforted her while accusing her angrily.
"Those so-called 'haunted tail rooms' were all made up by that tough guy... He wasn't just trying to make money from those 'fools'."
"However, the things the boss said are not all made up. Our hotel is indeed..."
"Lies are lies wrapped in truth. If you don't use this to create a buzz, how can that iron cock compete with other hotels... Well, in the end, they are all a group of profit-seeking guys."
After being comforted by Mo, Lan's complexion gradually became soothed; in the quiet night with no one around, it would be soothing to think about having someone of the same age with whom she could talk.
In the hall, the chatter between Lan and Mo, coupled with the monotonous sound of the central air conditioner's motor, faintly overshadowed the increasingly howling and cold wind and snow outside the door.
"Zizzi...zizi..."
The sound of electric current, which sounded like a short-circuited wire, kept ringing outside the hotel; but the howling wind and snow also covered up this almost inaudible strange sound of electric current.
The sound of electric current did not last forever, and disappeared completely after a few seconds; the two girls standing close together in the hall did not notice anything, and they continued to chat softly about the gossips they knew.
At this moment, on the fourth floor of the Street Center Hotel, inside Room 414. The original bright red color has long since disappeared, and the clean and tidy room is spotless.
In the dry bathroom, all supplies and towels are neatly placed; the quilts and pillowcases on the bed are also neatly folded.
There is no external object in the room, which seems to say... no one has booked or stayed in this room recently.
At this time, Tang Yiling, who was in the [Nightmare Realm], had just woken up from a relatively peaceful sleep.
His whole body was curled up in the corner of the high wall of the maze, and his body and limbs were nestled together like an armadillo.
It wasn't until a gust of cold wind blew past his defenseless hands that Tang Yiling slowly opened his tired eyes.
"This is the first time that I have slept in a dream. Although it is no different from reality, I still feel a bit weird in my heart." Twisting his stiff and sore neck, Tang Yiling slowly stood up while supporting the wall. .
He moved his stiff limbs and body, and from time to time his eyes cast wary glances at the corners of the maze not far away.
Tang Yiling didn't stop warming up until fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his whole body felt the relief after stretching.
"According to real time, it should be just after three in the morning..."
Tang Yiling muttered to himself, and with his right hand, he took out a slightly old golden pocket watch from the inner pocket of his jacket.
"Converting based on the ratio of 1:10, I should be able to survive until less than seven o'clock, which means there are less than forty hours of [disguise time] left for me to squander."
"Crack!"
Tang Yiling lowered his head and observed the golden pocket watch in his hand that was already somewhat rusty but still moving in an orderly manner.
