In the end, I chose the roof, for the simple reason that it was too dark underneath and at least there was light going up.

I was about three stories away from the top floor, so I made my decision, took a deep breath and pedaled up.

What the hell is this place, there are no doors or windows, it looks like a closed attic, I don't know what time it is, and I can't tell if it's day or night.

I checked the floor very carefully with the help of the faint light, the stair treads were clean and not covered with dust, and judging by this tiny detail, there were people here, at least they could walk around a lot.

The further up the stairs became, the looser and creaking the stairs became, and I gritted my teeth and cautiously walked up.

The blackness of the stairs, coupled with the sound of wood rubbing, made me very nervous, and after a few deep breaths, my nerves were still able to withstand it.

When I got to the top floor, I realized that something wasn't quite right.

There are a total of three families on this floor of the top floor, and the doors of two of them are actually sealed with cement, the workmanship is very rough, and after sealing it, a layer of black paint is painted on the outside. The only house that was not sealed was the bright red gate that I saw earlier.

The door was tightly closed. The door of the silent attic was abnormally red, very dazzling, and it made people panic, almost like seeing blood.

I hesitated for a long time, but I mustered up the courage to grab the handle of the red door and pull it hard, but the door was dead and could not be opened. I thought to myself, is this door also locked? At this time, I had the idea of retreating, let's go, this ghost place is really a bit infiltrating.

I was a little unwilling to go like this, and I wanted to try again, so I continued to pull the door, but it still didn't pull, and I suddenly thought about whether it would be pushed in. I tried to push it, and the door opened.

I was both glad and regretful, if the door really couldn't be opened, there was a reason to convince myself to go back, but now that the door is open, there is no reason.

I pushed the door in again, and at last it opened a gap where an adult could enter and exit.

I looked inside, there was no light inside, it was very dark, through the light outside, I could faintly see some outlines, as if it was an office, as far as the eye could see, there were piles of written materials, and some messy books, I couldn't see people, and I couldn't hear sounds.

I mustered up the courage to get inside and close the door at the back.

When the door closed, the light was completely blocked out, and it was very dark, but before I came in, I noticed something, it was a lamp on the desk. I remember the approximate location, I felt it carefully in the dark, walked five or six steps and touched the desk, trembling my hands groped on it, and finally found the cold lamp button.

I took a deep breath and twisted slightly, and the light lit up with a "pop", and the room was finally illuminated.

I picked up the lamp and looked around, this office is not large, there is a desk against the wall, the materials on it are piled up, and there is a blank area in the middle, where a notebook of notes is placed, and next to it is a ballpoint pen.

Other places are also full of materials and books, and I feel that the owner of the office here should not be a bad person at least, and the bad person is not so desperate to study and learn.

I picked up a book casually, and there were three gilded characters on the bright red cover, which were beautifully written, but unfortunately I didn't know a single word. These three characters are definitely not Chinese characters, but they are square character structures, like some kind of lost language in ancient China, similar to Western Xia, which doesn't look like it.

I opened the book, and it was densely filled with small letters, marked and underlined with red pens, and next to it were some comments and comments from the owner. The problem is, I don't know all the words, I don't know any of them, and even the punctuation marks on them are different from those I've seen.

The punctuation marks we commonly use are commas, periods, ellipses, etc., but the punctuation inside is similar to a small sun, with solid black in the middle and a lot of thin lines like burrs on the outside. The punctuation is sun-shaped, and there is a crescent-shaped moon, I turned two pages and found the law, a complete sun circle may be a full stop, and other punctuation points are divided into internal logical paragraphs according to the degree of lack of the month.

I'm very excited, now I don't have a helper or partner, and I can deduce so many details completely by my own mind, so can I, I have to be confident.

I looked at the text carefully, and this time I was really at a loss, I couldn't understand anything, and I couldn't analyze it at all. It is also understandable that writing is a very complex set of civilization systems, and just cracking an ancient cuneiform script may not be able to achieve anything if many smart people and scholars spend decades in it, let alone me being so short for a few minutes.

Closing the book, I pondered it for a moment and had a rough outline of the world.

There is a very big difference between this world and my original world, even more different than the first world that Li Damin and I went to. The first world is just a plausible architectural layout, and the text can still be understood. But here, the script has changed, there are no Chinese characters or English, but a new language system. It's also a parallel world, but I didn't expect that they are very different from each other.

I can't spend all my time here, it's a matter of later to study, the main task of coming here is to find Li Damin and bring him back, where is this kid?

The air in this office is a little cold, I always feel weird, I can't tell what the fault is, it makes people feel insecure, I always feel that something is going on, and there is a secret hidden somewhere.

I flipped through the text, and I couldn't understand a word.

I picked up the notebook on the table, and after opening it, it was a person's casual feeling, full of pictures and texts, although I didn't understand the text here, I felt that it was beautifully written and very neat.

The man had written with a red pen, and the words on it looked bloody and a little eye-catching. The world seems to have a special preference for two colors, one bright red and one black, and other shades are also available, but very few.

I slowly flipped through the notes on it, and I couldn't read the words, at least I could understand the drawings. The pictures recorded in the notes are very simple, and the content of a single picture can be understood, but it is completely difficult to understand what is said when they are connected together.

The notes are pagination, and many of the pages are branched out by a central diagram, and it can be seen that the notebook owner is very logical and eclectic, he can break the boundaries between the pages, and can be clearly organized and easy to consult, this person is not simple.

The center picture is a round ball, with two eyes drawn in the middle, extremely expressive, and the eyes are not indifferent, but full of childlike curiosity. Extending from the central diagram, many branch diagrams are drawn, and each branch diagram is a circle, and there is a villain in the circle. The villains do not exist alone, but have certain scenes, such as some villains riding bicycles, some villains eating, some villains working, and even drawing a villain doing something shameful with another villain.

The more I looked, the more interesting it became, this person drew stick figures, but his movements and demeanor were very expressive, and I could see at a glance what the characters in it were doing.

I watched with relish, not wanting to change my current state of reading, feeling comfortable and not wanting to go deep into the adventure.

At this point, I turned to the last page of my notebook.

The last page has no text, just an oversized diagram stuck on the four sides of the paper. It is also a large central map with a lot of branch maps.

In the center is a man meditating cross-legged, full of vicissitudes, with a long beard, naked, and skinny. This image reminds me of the tribal prophets of primitive societies.

The content of the branch map radiating from the four directions is a bit weird, all the pictures have a villain, these villains are all people with their upper bodies, and the lower half of their bodies are a puddle of water, and their expressions are extremely painful. These villains don't know what happened, they all "melted", turned into a puddle of water, and they were not completely dissolved, leaving their upper bodies conscious.

The puddle of water they formed, through the connecting line between the central map and the branch map, all flowed to the prophet-like person in the central map.

The general meaning of the whole picture, as I understand it this way, is that the prophet seems to be absorbing these little people who are gradually turning into water, like hanging a bottle and beating a nutrient solution.

I was watching intently when I suddenly heard a strange "sizzling" sound from somewhere in the room. The sound came without warning, and it scared me half to death. My hands trembled, my notebook fell to the ground, and I fell down. I didn't dare to move the place for a long time, and I was so scared that I lost my pulse.

It took a long time to react, this is the sound of electricity. I barely had the strength to hold myself up in both arms, picked up the notebook, and my heart was beating wildly, carefully putting the notebook back in its place.

At this moment, the sound of the electricity inside changed, and it became the voice of a person speaking.

At this moment I calmed down and guessed that it was not a human who was making the sound, but some kind of machine, such as a radio station or something. The current sound is replaced by a human voice, which is what program is heard.

I thought of a rather horrible question, why did the radio station suddenly turn on when no one moved?

Before I could ponder it, my voice became clearer.

I plucked out my ears and listened carefully, and my eyes widened in surprise, because the more I heard the voice of the person on the radio, the more I listened to it, the more it looked like Li Damin.