Where is it......

Huge high hall with white dome.

This is...... Church?

The building in front of him was spacious and bright, with four rows of long marble chairs scattered irregularly, but there were no icons, no colored windows, no crosses around, it could be said that there was nothing to indicate that this was a church except for the feeling of holiness and the white building, but Zhao Bai was more and more firm in his conjecture.

There was a soft light all around, and there was no obvious light source, making it difficult for her to determine where the light was coming from, let alone whether it was sunlight or artificial light.

Everything around her made her feel unreal.

She looked down at her hands and clenched her fists repeatedly as if to confirm their function.

Very well, indeed my own hands.

After confirming, she still stretched out her fists repeatedly, and there was still a sense of powerlessness in the illusion all over her body. The surroundings are too quiet, and among the five senses, only vision seems to be unharmed.

"Smack-". Zhao Baian high-fived his hands to ensure the presence of hearing. The impact on her hands didn't seem to be comparable to the volume she heard, and it was better to realize that her touch was lowered than the empty environment that had increased the volume. It's as if you're wearing gloves and covered with a film, and the touch is so dull.

Even though she was dressed in a white shirt and white shorts, she didn't feel cold at all when she stood barefoot on the ground.

The feeling of dullness and dullness coming from the skin. Touching your cheeks is also a numb, unclear touch like hyaluronic acid.

Why am I here? After tossing and turning to confirm the facts, everything returns to the original question.

Looking around, almost everything as far as the eye can see is marble white. A sourceless wind blew, and strands of long hair fluttered in the wind. The chestnut brown hair stood out under the white dome.

Quiet, empty and alone.

Strange place, but incredibly reassuring.

Looking forward from where Zhao Bai'an stood, there was a milky white door about half the height of an ordinary house at the end of the distance, clean and elegant, without excessive pattern decoration, but like the gate of heaven. Not far from her, there was a small circle surrounded by a low white balustrade, which was supposed to be the very center of the church. The marble chairs that were irregular before, and now take a closer look, they are actually not far from this circle, and they are placed at a certain distance.

As I continued to look forward, I vaguely saw a pillar with a diameter of about three or four meters standing under the dome, which should be the pillar of this church, right? The rest of the columns were far from the same size as it was. The pillar is located in the corner of the main hall of the church, and the location is remote but extremely eye-catching, which makes Zhao Baian feel a little disobedient and strange.

So she turned and walked towards the huge pillar. When I passed by the center circle, I stopped and looked inside.

Empty, nothing.

There's nothing, so why fence it off?

"Shhh Both hands touched the railing, only touched Zhao Bai'an, and then quickly let go like an electric shock. But this cold feeling did not stop, spreading all the way upwards to the heart.

I casually touched the nearest bench, and it was the same as the imaginary marble texture, hard and rough, but as warm as jade. The rustling touch rubbed against the palm of her hand, and her fingers couldn't help but linger greedily on the back of the chair for a moment.

As I approached the stone pillar, the object in front of me became even larger. Zhao Bai'an reached out and touched the stone pillar, his fingertips were cold with the touch of the stone sharpened. She tried to wrap her hands around it, her eyes flickering, and she stumbled upon something unusual.

Walk around the stone pillars and approach the white-painted walls.

It turns out that there is a door hidden behind it, slightly smaller than the previous "Gate of Heaven", which looks like it is made of wood and painted with a layer of white paint. Although it is consistent with the overall color of the white church, it is easy to see the clues when you look closely.

This church seems to be something out of the ordinary. It's strange, what's behind this door? And where the hell is this?

"Click, click, click."

Suddenly, the sound of the hands moving at the top of the church was heard, louder and closer, as if it was ringing in the ears.

Maybe you're urging me to leave? Zhao Bai'an suddenly had such a premonition.

The wooden door in front of her was like a door to leave the wonderful world, luring her to continue to explore.

Before moving forward, she turned her head to look at the church again, still feeling lonely.

A deafening clicking sound hung over Zhao Bai'an's head and echoed in her ears.

Maybe this door can take her away! Zhao Bai'an's heart was extremely firm for some reason about this idea. The heavy, old wooden door creaked, and she reached out and slowly pushed the door open with force.