Chapter 1947

Generally speaking, when normal people encounter this kind of situation, they will not take the initiative to walk into that dark little door, will they?

Lin Sanjiu took a step towards the door slowly, thinking that she might not be a normal person.

What pounced out with the darkness behind the door was a cool and heavy breath. The smell is hard to describe, like wallpaper soaked and dried repeatedly by water, like wood soaked in vegetable oil and oil smoke, like rusty metal water pipes... If the smell is also old, the smell is already very old.

When he took another step towards the door, Lin Sanjiu realized that the body hanging on the door had disappeared at some time.

Her observation, which she has always been proud of, has been frequently ineffective since she entered the arsenal; Whether it's Oliver, the employee of McDonald's, or the fake Ren Nan, their appearance and disappearance are almost like the direct effect on the air around them, and there is no trace to follow at all.

Was this door really a door a few minutes ago?

Lin Sanjiu stood in the doorway, staring at the dark inside, trying to distinguish a little shape or sound. Even the Arsenal exposed at night is too dim to be seen clearly; Almost all the light was cut off behind the door, leaving only darkness. She tried to reach out slowly with consciousness, breaking the sticky air that had not been flowing for many 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, there are no creatures in [consciousness scan]. In fact, she has been prepared for this. It seems that her detection methods can only do some useless work here.

Lin Sanjiu turned out a flashlight from the card library, and the white light immediately scattered the thick fog like darkness in front of him; The light seized a scene from the retreating darkness and nailed its color and shape to the field of vision.

It's really a corridor. It looks very old.

The old wall was painted with unknown number of layers of paint in order to cover the cracks opened by years. The top half was snow-white and the bottom half was bright green. On both sides of the corridor are thin wooden doors, which have faded and become dark red; Some doors are covered with dirty doormats, and some are equipped with several pairs of shoes of different sizes, which looks like a cheap and ordinary apartment.

It can't be the dormitory of Arsenal, can it? It's very different from the overall style of Arsenal.

At the other end of the corridor, it seems to be a wooden staircase... Lin Sanjiu took a step forward, trying to extend his eyes and hand lightning a little further and see clearly.

She just took a step forward, but it was at this moment that her Yu Guang and Teacher Yi suddenly gave a soft warning, which had made her realize that there was something different at the same time - Lin Sanjiu suddenly turned around, and the flashlight followed back, hitting the empty, half white and half green wall beside her.

... the door is missing.

She turned a few times with the electric light in her hand, and behind and beside her were only the same walls.

Not only is the door missing, but it seems

"I seem to have visual sensation when I appear," murmured Lin Sanjiu. She never liked the silence when she was alone, so even if it was just the voice of consciousness in her mind, it was more reassuring to her than silence. "I always think this scene is very familiar. I don't know why..."

Teacher Yi's response to her was not reassuring. "Door," she whispered, "there was something on the corner of the door just now, which made people care very much."

what?

Lin Sanjiu frowned and carefully examined the scene that teacher Yi showed her. At that time, she was fully absorbed in the corridor behind the door, and did not spare much attention to the door itself. Therefore, even if she intended to sit in front of the teacher, the picture was inevitably a little vague.

Vaguely, she could only see that there was something in the upper right corner of the door, which seemed to be painted. It was a small square, no bigger than her fist.

Both visual sense seems to permeate every corner of consciousness; Even this door, which she was sure she had never seen before and would probably never see again, somehow made Lin Sanjiu feel a little familiar.

To be on the safe side, Lin Sanjiu didn't make a rash move. She stood where she was and fished from her memory many times, but it was like fishing with a broken fishing net. What she fished was empty - because she had never seen the door with a small square before.

Lin Sanjiu turned around, wrapped his right hand in a [metal trap], and punched heavily against the wall behind him.

There are some ways. Even if you clearly feel that it won't work, you still have to go through the motions and try it - breaking through with violence is such a way.

"The Puppeteer is a crow's mouth," she withdrew her hand and shook it hard, as if she could get rid of the pain in this way. "When he said the leftovers, I took a bite of biscuits that I didn't know what the hell was. He said that he had smashed the wall, and now I can't break a wall. What's the matter? The recovery speed of this wall is faster than his scolding speed."

Almost as soon as her hand left the wall, the pit and crack she had just smashed out quickly re stitched up. When the word "puppet master" was finished, the wall would be complete as before.

"This is a bit like the characteristics of replicas," Lin Sanjiu thought, and felt that if Arsenal set replicas here as a means of defense, it would not be unthinkable. If it's really a copy, it seems that she has to go in - which means that the [weaving mother] is sold early, otherwise how good it is to let the thread lead out?

In the constantly shaking aperture, she walked quietly every step, trying not to make any noise on the floor, and trying not to think about the increasingly heavy instant vision. The reason is the same: she can't let the sound she stepped on and the hint in her heart obscure the sound from this cheap apartment.

However, to her surprise, as soon as she approached Room 101, in the dark and dead corridor just now, a smoke suddenly rushed up: although it was still dim, there was a faint flickering light under the cracks of each door; Someone behind a door in the distance cleared his throat loudly and spit immediately; It seemed that someone was shuffling on the ground in Room 101, and then there was a low, dull sound of "bang".

Lin Sanjiu leaned to his ear and heard the vague curse behind the door.

"It's killing me," the voice complained. "Where is it? There are power outages in three or two days... Cheap things consume power really fucking fast."

It was dark under the door. Compared with his neighbors, there was not much lighting in Room 101.

From eating cookies to now, the problems accumulated in Lin Sanjiu's heart have reached a point where lice are not itchy and debt is not worried. She didn't even stop. She continued to walk forward, and heard the voice of scolding the child from room 103 across the corridor - "what are you doing with wax oil? It's hot, it's time!"

102 the door was dark and bright, which seemed to be the light of a flashlight; The sound of the radio came from the apartment next to it - the old radio with batteries at home, indicating that the owner may be an old man; Further on, 106 and 102 are the same. Although there is light, there is silence behind the door.

Lin Sanjiu stopped.

She has been paying attention to the movement under the crack of the apartment door all the way, so she can see clearly: when she is approaching 106, but has not yet approached 106, there is a dark shadow under the crack of the door, which looks like someone is standing close to the door. When she really came to the 106 door, the dark figure flashed aside and disappeared from the light under the crack of the door.

Then, under the crack of the door of room 108 in front, a dark figure stepped into the light and stood right in the middle of the door. It looked... Like someone was standing close to the door.

Lin Sanjiu raised his eyes and flashlight and landed on the door. The glass of the cat's eye reflects light and shines in the flashlight.

No... how can apartments connect with each other?

Maybe this is not the question she should ask at the moment, because the coming and going of the shadow may be just a coincidence. What really matters is that the people behind the door are undoubtedly staring at and listening to her whereabouts.

Lin Sanjiu didn't rush to room 108. She looked at the dark shadow under the crack of the door, a force of consciousness quietly rushed to the door, rolled the door handle, and turned gently.

The dark shadow under the door gave way to the side, and then the door was smoothly opened by her.

"Is that Miss Lin?" There seemed to be a smile in the voice behind the door.

Although it was late today, it went well. I also saw the plot from 1942 to 1946 in the crystal ball and wrote it down. I'm sorry to have worried you before, and I appreciate your concern