The very stylish elevator is rising steadily, and Yu Siqi has never had a good impression of the modern vehicle of the elevator. While it does bring many convenient effects to people's lives, it also leads to a series of thought-provoking stories.

As the pointer rose from six to seven, and then to eight, the elevator suddenly shook, and the loud crash scared Yu Siqi so much that he didn't want to.

When he stabilized his body with the support of the priest, Gong Chen, who was holding the priest, asked worriedly, "What's the situation?" ”

"If you want answers, I'd suggest you let it go." Father Ann said helplessly, "You have pulled my belt." ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't help it." Gong Chen let go of his hand and said.

"I hope you don't touch me the next time you can't help it." Xie Baozhen said disgustedly.

"Don't worry, I'm not such a casual person." Gong Chen said with a hippie smile: "Okay, priest, it's time to tell me what happened just now, right?" ”

"The collision between dimensions, we are now caught in the cracks of several dimensions." Xie Baozhen closed her eyes with a stern expression, as if sensing something.

"Is it serious?" Gong Chen asked eagerly.

"Shut your mouth, you're interfering with my observations." Xie Baozhen said angrily.

"Well, hey... You okay? Gong Chen turned his face to Yu Siqi and asked, Yu Siqi must be very grateful for Gong Chen's concern. But isn't the object of concern now just himself, why can he be so calm? If his wife is gone, not to mention that he is anxious, at least he will be confused. But when I thought that I had been alone so far, I felt that I was thinking a little too much.

Just when Siqi was immersed in the whirlpool of thoughts, the elevator had already reached the fifteenth floor, and it was only two floors away from the scheduled floor. But just as the elevator was about to continue to rise, the door opened with a bang.

The empty hallway was empty, but it was filled with a thick fog that could not be easily seen. A vague figure rose in the mist, a whisper that sounded in his ears like a gossamer. Although he couldn't make out what was being said, he could feel an irresistible urge in him. Yes, his body was involuntarily leaning towards those thick fogs, as if something special was calling to him. When his fingers touched the thick fog, the scene around him noticed a change.

The old mottled walls, the creaky tables and chairs, and the old bed.

Are you in room 303 again? This place that had appeared in his dreams more than once, this place that had brought him suffering and torment, this place that had changed his ordinary life.

He knew very well that he must have fallen into the 'illusion', after all, the other people who were still standing around him were gone, and he also knew very well that he was probably able to 'revisit the old place' because he touched those dense fogs of unknown origin. But what he didn't know was why he had come to this ruined place.

What is it about this place that makes him so persistent?

Yu Siqi, who decided to solve this problem, chose a more active way, and after searching the house, he came to the following three conclusions:

1. The door and windows are completely sealed, and when you look through the window, it is pitch black outside, only an endless void.

2, the things in the house will be restored automatically, he once accidentally broke a teacup during the search, but it was just a turn around, and the teacup was placed intact in its previous position.

3. Although the whole house is almost exactly the same as room 303 where he once lived, there are some subtle differences, such as the shoe cabinet in the foyer, which does not have a pair of shoes.

After analyzing it comprehensively, Yu Siqi came to a brief conclusion, that is, he seems to be trapped here. He could already imagine the tone in which the priest would blame him next, after all, he had promised before. But just as his mind always likes to put wings on himself, he himself is always full of longing for the 'unknown'.

Even being in a foreign land couldn't stop his curiosity, which was probably the last thing he wanted to change.

I don't know how long it was, but Yu Siqi, who was lying on the table and drowsy, heard a strange movement. It was very light, very tiny, and then it shook on the spot.

The shaking house began to crack, and the gray-white dust and paint kept falling on him. The chandelier overhead was pulled off and fell to the ground after several shakes. Something creature wriggled in the dark void outside the door, approaching. The damp sea breeze mixed with a slight smell of rot reached Yu Siqi's nose. The nervousness and uneasiness instantly dispelled his sleepiness, leaving him with only worry and fear. Feeling his heart beating faster and faster, listening to the sound of the crash outside the door, he didn't know how long the door could hold out.

The shaking stopped, the cracked walls gradually returned to their original state, and the chandelier that had been shattered before inadvertently regained its light as if nothing had happened.

Calming down a little, he slowly walked to the foyer, pressed his ear to the door, and held his breath. Nothing was heard, nothing happened.

That's how he persuaded himself, in this weird place, there was only the damn Room 303 and himself.

Relaxed, he slipped to the ground and leaned against the door, thinking that he was probably hallucinating. But then he laughed at his own 'stupid' idea, after all, he had hallucinated in the illusion, and he had a problem with his brain.

However, before he could confirm this 'ridiculous' idea, something was twisting the doorknob, a sound he knew all too well.

The 'click' sound from the door lock indicated that the door had been opened, and Yu Siqi, who had no time to get up, hurriedly took a few steps back, nervously watching the door being slowly pushed open.

The fishy smell almost made him unable to breathe normally, and a huge tentacle was reaching in regularly along the door, and those sucker-like organs were muttering rhythmically from time to time.

The thick tentacles soon spotted Yu Siqi who was slumped on the ground, and when he realized that the situation was not good, he began to pick up one of the others and throw them at each other, but the effect was not ideal.

Like a brilliant swordsman, the tentacle sliced through everything that approached it with ease. It was getting closer and closer, and the disgusting smell made Yu Siqi, who hadn't eaten much, contribute the little stock he had left in his stomach.

In a hurry, Yu Siqi thought of the 'omnipotent ring', but unfortunately, it did not produce any useful effect for him now. Running backwards, he was eventually cornered by the tentacles that ran through the room, and with a kitchen knife in his hand, he decided it was time to show a little courage to resist.

The tentacles seemed to be aware of his intentions, and the organs that were constantly vocalizing even began to curse extremely vicious curses in dialects he could understand.

The kitchen knife, which was not too sharp, was raised high, and Yu Siqi clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, and slashed towards the oncoming tentacles. Half of the splattered tentacles fell to the floor, turning into a puddle of foul-smelling liquid. The other tentacle shrank back in pain, not daring to approach it rashly.

Yu Siqi, who tasted victory for the first time, was not sure to act rashly, although the other party was repelled a little by him, but in his visible vision, the severed tentacles quickly returned to their original state like the things in this room.

The situation is at a stalemate.