"Here?"

Wang Yiyang's eyes seemed to be a little unable to withstand the light around him.

In the room, the stamen-like chandelier casts a soft white light.

Under the lamp is a silver-gray two-seater sofa and a silver-gray coffee table.

He was standing on the edge of the coffee table, with a mahogany bookcase in his right.

"The setting is familiar, but it doesn't seem to be the room before. ”

Wang Yiyang looked around left and right.

The whole room, compared to reality, has become more gloomy and gloomy.

Outside the curtains, there was a gray skylight. The black spires of the buildings in the distance can be faintly seen.

Wang Yiyang slowly tried to move himself.

He clutched the radio in his gray ears.

If he didn't guess wrong, this thing was the only way he could find his way back.

The room was huge.

The furnishings are exactly the same as in reality, the only difference is that the atmosphere of this room is more dead and quiet.

After turning around, he found no anomaly, and he also realized that he didn't need to use the perceptual consumption to maintain the marking space.

"Is it because it's no longer a marking space?"

He guessed in his heart.

"So, where is the sound of the music box and the sound of children humming? Then, the ontology of that sound must be here. ”

Wang Yiyang was sure in his heart, and his eyes quickly aimed at the mahogany bookcase.

At this glance, he noticed that on the mahogany bookcase, I don't know when, there was a small music box.

He walked over and gently picked up the music box from the bottom layer of the bookcase.

The music box is only half a palm's width and as tall as a hand's palm.

It is a brass-colored birdcage with a green and yellowish long-tailed bird.

Whether it's a bird cage or a small bird in a closed cage, it's all quite exquisitely made.

Wang Yiyang turned around, observed the whole, and soon found a sticker on the back of the music box.

On the white sticker, there is a line written on it: For my favorite Jera. The word is in the Eresa language.

He hesitated, but gently turned the clockwork of the music box.

Whew.

A bright voice suddenly spread through the room.

'Ding Dong. ’

After winding, the music box suddenly turned slowly.

The cage and the birds inside began to rotate clockwise little by little.

As the crisp music sounded, a translucent illusory figure slowly appeared in front of the music box and on the ground.

It was a little boy with short blond hair.

He was smiling, dressed in white pajamas and pajamas, holding a bouquet of red flowers in his hand, and his mouth was still humming along with the music box.

He ignored Wang Yiyang completely, and just focused his eyes on the music box.

The sound of music reverberated continuously, vibrating continuously in the somewhat empty surroundings.

But no matter how much the clockwork turns, there will eventually come an end.

Click.

Soon, the music box sound slowly deformed, slower and slower, and then stopped suddenly.

The smile on the boy's face faded as the music stopped.

He slowly raised his head and stared at Wang Yiyang.

Boom!

Suddenly, Wang Yiyang rushed forward, and hit the little boy's forehead with his right fist.

A loud thud exploded between the fist and the forehead.

The little boy was beaten and rolled and fell to the ground, rushing several meters away.

He quickly got up, without saying a word, without saying a word, and rushed towards Wang Yiyang.

There was no scar on his forehead.

Wang Yiyang took a few steps back and kicked sideways.

There was another muffled thud, and he threw the little boy out with one leg and slammed it into the couch leg on the left.

But the trouble was that the little boy quickly got up again, and without any injury, rushed at him again.

"Can't you die?" Wang Yiyang's face was solemn, he attacked first, that is, he sensed that the other party planned to attack him, so he attacked first.

He threw the music box in his hand into the distance.

He was tempting, tempting the little boy to attack him because of the music box.

But he was disappointed.

The music box fell to the side of the mahogany bookcase, and the little boy continued to rush at him without looking.

Wang Yiyang simply sank down and put on a posture of sail boxing.

When the little boy rushed to a meter away from him, he hit the boy on the forehead with precision and succession with his left and right hands.

Bang bang!

Both punches hit one place, right in the eyes of the little boy.

This time the attack was even more forceful, and the little boy was hit so hard that he sat down on the ground and rolled several meters away.

But he immediately turned over, his eyes were not injured at all, and he quickly pounced on Wang Yiyang again.

"Won't it hurt?" Wang Yiyang stepped back again, grabbing the radio he had just put down from the bookcase, and then grabbed a metal paperweight with a pointed tip.

He gripped the paperweight, pointed the sharp side in front of him, and slammed it against the little boy's head, with all his strength.

Burst.

The pointed tip slammed into the boy's forehead, smashing a depression into the white skin.

But it still didn't work, and the depression was back to normal in the blink of an eye.

The boy staggered back a few steps before charging at him again.

"Trouble!" Wang Yiyang was calm.

Taking advantage of the gap in smashing back the other party, he rushed to the door of the room with an arrow step, clicked the door and rushed out.

Then with a backhand pull, the door was slammed shut.

Boom!

On the other side of the door came the sound of a little boy slamming against the door.

Standing in the corridor outside the door, Wang Yiyang did not move, and quickly looked at the surrounding situation.

The hallway is the same as the hallway in reality, no different.

The only difference is the vocals.

There was no human voice at all.

You must know that this is the headquarters base of Mister, and there are at least more than 200 people working here at any one time.

It's impossible not to hear a single human voice.

But at this time, there was no sound.

The world is clearly completely out of touch with reality.

Wang Yiyang stood in silence, not walking around, just waiting.

The little boy banged on the door again and again, making loud noises, and he seemed to be tireless and would not get hurt.

"Hypnosis has just been tried, but it doesn't work, and sound hypnosis has also been used together, but it doesn't work. The other person's perceptual structure is different from that of humans and animals.

A frontal attack is useless, the opponent's defense and recovery are too exaggerated. ”

Wang Yiyang listed the comparison of the strength of the two sides in his heart. Decided to leave the little boy alone for the time being.

"This is a strange place that I entered after locating it with my gray ears on the radio. Here it is the same as reality, but completely different. You have to be careful not to have any more conflicts....."

Wang Yiyang didn't pay attention to the little boy who kept banging on the door, but slowly walked towards the exit of the corridor.

He had just seen the building outside through the window, so now he was going to go out and see what was going on.

The carpet in the hallway was soft and cold, and it seemed to permeate with a hint of cold chill.

Even through his shoes, Wang Yiyang felt that his body temperature was slowly dropping.

He walked down the hallway, along the dark red carpet, and soon reached the elevator door.

The elevator door was open, and a young lady usher stood inside.

The young lady rested her hands on her lower abdomen, her head bowed, and she wore a black skirt and a high red cylinder hat on her head.

This is a common dress hat here in the Marian Islands.

With a frozen smile on her delicately painted face, she stood motionless in the corner of the elevator like a wax figure.

Wang Yiyang paused.

He didn't remember having a guide here.

The elevator on this floor, except for his cronies, is used by him alone, and there is no need to arrange a guide at all.

There were still more than six meters away from the elevator, so he stopped, staring at the elevator with solemn eyes.

Boom!!

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, and the sound of the door being slammed open behind him, followed by a series of hurried running footsteps, quickly approaching.

"That little boy is out!" Wang Yiyang's heart tightened, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly rushed forward to the safety staircase.

He didn't dare to take the elevator, but the stairs up and down were still fine.

It's just that as soon as he opened the entrance of the safety staircase, it was dark inside, and there was almost no light, which made Wang Yiyang's footsteps pause.

"This place....", he made a quick decision, sweating slightly on his forehead.

The footsteps behind him were getting closer and louder.

Wang Yiyang gritted his teeth and reached out to hold down the biochip on his forearm.

If it was a last resort, he was going to try this.

Hypnosis didn't work, and the power of the K crystal potion injected couldn't even cause injuries to the little boy.

This place is full of weirdness and mystery.

He suddenly thought that in the practice hall on this floor, there were all kinds of weapons he had purchased in advance, guzheng, etc.

"If this place is exactly according to reality, then.... Maybe that one will work!"

With a flutter in his mind, he quickly closed the door of the security staircase, turned and ran down the hallway.

Soon, after running more than 20 meters and turning a corner, he saw the metal door of the practice hall.

The footsteps behind him still followed, and he was not thrown away at all.

Wang Yiyang took a few steps as a step, rushed over and opened the door, pounced in, and then pulled the metal door behind him.

Click.

The door lock is reversed.

Standing in the empty practice hall, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and looked at the spacious practice hall with thick gray cushions.

The entire practice hall is 35 meters long and 18 meters wide, with a wide field of vision at a glance.

It covers an area of more than 600 square meters, and the walls are also covered with thick shockproof and soundproof alloy materials.

There are ventilation systems in the four corners of the ceiling, and rows of cold and hot weapons are placed on the weapon racks along the walls.

All kinds of weapons, you name it.

In the thermal weapons, you can even see laser emitters.

Wang Yiyang walked over and casually took down a rifle-style beam cutter.

This thing is a type of laser emitter, which can spray a high-intensity cutting beam, and the lethality of a single body is extremely terrifying.

The cutting beam is accompanied by high-temperature burn and radiation damage, and is extremely fast, firing at nearly the speed of light.

There's no way to dodge.

With this weapon, as long as the action reaction can keep up, any level of martial artist will be just garbage in front of him.

It's just that the cost is too expensive, and the native planet can't produce it, so it can only be imported from other planets.

Wang Yiyang put the beam cutter on his back and hung all the battery straps on his chest.

One battery carries five cells, enough for the beam cutter to support an hour of continuous jetting.

And here are five, enough for five hours.

With that done, he drew two alloy daggers and stuck them behind his belt.

Finally, he walked to the edge of the weapon rack and put a pitch-black metal zither on his backhand.

Boom!

At this moment, there was a muffled sound at the door of the practice hall.

It seemed like something was slamming against the door outside.