"Experiments? What experiments are you going to do? Let's hear it. The glasses said and handed over a cigarette.

I waved my hand and refused, "Actually, it's not an experiment, my backpack is in my bedroom and there's rope in it, I think... ”

"Holy shit! Don't you think about it! ”

I said angrily, "What the hell I didn't hang myself, I mean, how about climbing down the rope to the balcony downstairs and then coming up and opening the door?" ”

Glasses pondered for a moment: "That's a good idea, but everything is too weird now, are you sure there is no danger?" ”

"I'm not sure, anyway, I feel like a ghost is at work, and we can't sit still." I said.

Glasses gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!" I agree, just, I want to ask, are we still in our original world? ”

I reached out and slapped my glasses, "What the hell am I fucking you, what are you doing hitting me." ”

"If you know the pain, it proves that you are still alive! We are definitely in the original world. ”

After speaking, we were faced with a difficult problem again, the strange sound just now came from my bedroom, was it empty now, or was there something waiting for us to come to the door? None of us dared to play this package.

I looked at the closed door of my room, and seemed to have made up my mind, damn it, whatever you are, I'm going to die too, my glasses got up and touched a beer bottle, followed me, I walked to the bedroom door and slowly twisted the doorknob, pushed the door open a gap, and then quickly reached in and turned on the light.

I slowly pushed the door open, relieved to see that the bedroom was empty, and my glasses were relieved behind me.

I quickly opened the cabinet and found my backpack and took out the rope, we walked to the balcony, just do it, my weight is relatively light, I plan to go into battle alone, the glasses on it to let me loosen the rope, this kind of move is very dangerous, you must know that this is the sixth floor, if you accidentally fall down, it must be cool, the glasses calculate the height, and then bolt the rope to the foot of the sofa, I don't know where to turn out a pair of gloves and put on my hand: "I am here, you can rest assured, if there is a problem, communicate in time." ”

I nodded, tied the other end of the rope to my waist, and with the help of the glasses, I climbed up to the window, the glasses gritted my teeth in the room and put the rope, I moved down a little bit, if nothing else, the people downstairs were still eating at this time, because the man often worked overtime to this point, we had met a few times, and he was a very easy-going man.

I counted the distance, I should be to the location of the window, I looked down, but was surprised to find that the window in my impression had disappeared, replaced by a wall, how could this be! I looked back at the whole building, and I was horrified to find that only my house had windows and lights were on inside, and the windows of the other people's houses that were originally brightly lit had all disappeared and turned into walls.

My scalp tingled and I shouted, "Glasses! Pull me up! ”

"Good! You climb up too, fuck me! Why the are you so heavy! ”

I gritted my teeth and climbed up the rope a few times, and with my glasses and scolding my mother while pulling frantically, I finally reached the position of the window, "What's going on?" Glasses asked anxiously.

I waved my hand: "No, except for our windows, theirs are gone." ”

After hearing this, the glasses sat down on the sand and muttered, "Damn, it's over." ”

I sat on the floor and gasped for breath, and for a moment we didn't know what to do.

In this case, we are all panicked, sitting on the sofa and no longer speaking, I remembered what the glasses just said, are we still in our original world? I'm starting to waver, could it be a trick? Or is it that the two of us are dead.

The guy with glasses opened the door on the phone, but didn't see us, if it's true, then, where the hell are we?

And I just did that, someone would have called the police a long time ago, I got up and picked up an empty wine bottle and walked to the window, looking at the street not far away, and the dark downstairs, I put the wine bottle out of the window, and then let go of my hand, only to see the wine bottle disappear into the darkness after free fall, but there was no expected huge cracking sound.

This made me not ease my mind for a while, what the situation is.

The door won't open, the phone won't go out, we're still on the sixth floor, this room is like a cage at this moment, we can't break free, it seems to tell me that the two of us can't fight against him, only obedient acceptance is our ultimate fate.

"Fuck, you don't have any fucking fart, it smells bad." The glasses fanned their hands and looked at me with a frown.

I wondered, "I didn't fart." ”

"Then why the fuck stinks?"

I sniffed my nose and sure enough, I smelled a foul smell, I got up to look for the source of the smell and found that the smell was coming from the bathroom.

The glasses covered his nose and said, "Damn, I wasn't killed by the ghost, I was smoked to death first, how long have you not been able to use the toilet?" ”

I turned my head and said, "Damn, is it a problem that I didn't get to the toilet?" If you really don't have the toilet, you smell it now? ”

The glasses suddenly realized: "I know, this must be that Mr. Ghost Shadow thinks that our taste is not authentic and smoked first." ”

I ignored him, walked to the door and pushed open the bathroom, and at that moment, the foul smell disappeared suddenly, and I closed the door suspiciously, all this was too unreasonable.

I returned to the couch and fell into deep thought.

Glasses said to herself: "Today is really exciting, I'm numb, I don't think it's strange to see anything again." ”

What went wrong, I assumed in my heart that my glasses and I were blinded by our eyes, smell and hearing, and that there was a poison that could cause confusion and confusion in one's own world.

But what two people saw, heard, and smelled after eating poisoning together was surprisingly consistent, which is a little unclear, and the guy with glasses said that he opened the door but didn't find us, even if, even if he went wrong and opened someone else's room by mistake, why our door suddenly couldn't be opened, it's even more unclear.

Glasses sat on the sofa with a sad face and sighed, I suddenly thought of something, if we have been poisoned from the beginning, then, the calls made by the glasses, and the calls received, do not exist, that is to say, the glasses did not make a call at all, or the glasses did not convey useful information at all under the effect of toxicity, and the sounds we heard were all our hallucinations????????