"My cousin stayed in that world for five days, and it was as if two weeks had passed. And we've been in there for at least four days. This is a rebuttal. ”

I licked my lips, "Since Ye Feng went in two weeks earlier than us, he stayed the same amount of time as us. That represents the world that the basement leads to, and time is disordered. The devil knows how long it has been since we disappeared this time, and how many days have passed in the real world. ”

"Forget it, let's go to a place where there are people and contact the organization." Duras and others also found my theory quite plausible, but it was impossible for the two groups of people to trust each other. I'll prevent them from sneaking up and snatching the Nine Trick Jade. They also have their considerations. So the Guardian Girl and I went to the nearest town and parted ways with the other four.

exchanged mobile phone numbers with his cousin Yefeng, and asked him to borrow some money by the way. I changed out of the non-mainstream leather jacket and bought normal clothes. I called the old man again to inform Yang Junfei to reapply for my passport. After three days of tossing and turning, I finally sat in my rented house in Germany.

But everything seems even more wrong.

The calendar shows that we will return to our normal space on March 1st. This time period is basically the same as the time it took me to travel from Germany to Siberia and then enter the strange space. That is, there was no turbulence of time, but where did the researchers on the farm and the Freemasons who disappeared into the other world without being swept up in the white light? Did they restore the whole cow farm to its original state and retreat after I was gone?

This simply does not correspond to reality. Are Freemasonry really that strong enough to repair a bombed-out house in just four days? Could it be that it borrowed the power of some other object? But then, there was another doubt that I couldn't understand. Why did they retreat?

If the Freemasons thought that the Ark of the Covenant might be stored under the basement, how could it be so easy to leave?

Time is passing in the world as always, and there is news happening every minute and every second of every day. It hasn't changed since I came back from the Atlas. To be honest, I'm still skeptical about traveling through such a fantastical event. Did you really cross over and come back smoothly?

Why is there always no sense of realism?

The original leather coat made from the skin of the otherworldly monster is still in the suitcase, so I'll go look through it if it's okay. This skin is different from all living things on earth, and I applied for a laboratory to do a basic test on it.

My connection to the other world is only this strange thing.

On the eleventh day of returning from the Otherworld, March 12th, a strange thing happened that day. I sat comfortably on the couch and watched TV, but the guardian girl still lay in my house and didn't want to leave. Yang Junfei is still investigating the matter of Freemasonry, if it weren't for the fact that he was very busy, it is estimated that he would have come to chase after me again.

I watched an American horror movie, stretched, looked at the clock opposite, and it was eleven and fifteen at night. Feeling hungry, I went to the kitchen on the second floor to get a supper. When she saw me get up, the guardian girl followed me like a cat smelling fish, and she was ready to show off her cooking skills for me.

Only then will I feel that it is a burden to have a heart and soul with the guardian woman. This cold and beautiful girl, who is not good at words, can always see through my thoughts. Sometimes I often wonder if she has superpowers and can read minds.

"Sit down, good." I touched her head.

The guardian girl was very unaware of her poor cooking skills, but she was unwilling to disobey my orders, and sat back on the sofa aggrieved.

I walked around the bedroom and up the narrow staircase. The slippers made a muffled sound as they stepped on the wooden steps. For some reason, the muffled sound was harsh and irritating to me.

This small apartment has been rented for almost three years. The monthly rent is 700 euros, which is very cheap in such an environment. Most of the old apartments in the town of Blu in Germany are brick and stone structures, especially in the old neighborhoods of some ages, the exterior walls of the entire street have been painted in uniform tile red, and the ground is also paved with red brick and stone slabs, which looks very tasteful.

These apartments are cramped, taking up an estimated land area of just over thirty square meters. But the locals usually build it up to four or five floors. The one I rented was relatively short on the street, and there were only three floors in total. On the first floor is the bedroom, where I set up a sofa and a large flat-screen TV to put on the right side of the room.

On the second floor is the kitchen and living room, which are very old, all black and red wooden furniture, and a color TV that is at least 25 years old. The kitchen is open plan and the kitchenware is quite complete.

On the third floor are guest rooms and study rooms. Basically, when I'm alone, I go out to eat and takeout, and I don't have much time to go upstairs. It was a short staircase, but this time I couldn't get to the second floor.

Looking back suspiciously, he realized that he had just walked less than halfway. Strange, is it because I am thinking about things, my brain has a wrong judgment of time?

I shook my head and walked on, thinking that I had been walking for a long time, but I still didn't see the door on the second floor. Looking back again, it seems that this time it didn't go much further than the last time.

Involuntarily stopped, I frowned, made a heartbeat, and took a step to climb up, counting every step I walked. When I counted until 19 o'clock, I shivered and felt a creep down my spine.

The number 19 is the number of stairs from the first floor to the second floor. I'm a bored person sometimes, and I like to care about things that I don't have. The stairs in the room I had counted many times two years ago. The apartment has a ceiling height of three meters and 15 steps per staircase. 7 cm high. It's the same for every floor.

But after walking nineteen squares, I didn't even reach the second floor. This means that it's a bit more complicated. Could it be that something strange happened again?

I turned around quietly and began to walk downstairs.

When you look down, you can see the thin door to the bedroom, but you can't get through it anyway. The stairwell seemed to be infinitely lengthened by some rule, and after walking like this for a long time, a door finally appeared in front of me.

I quickly unscrewed it and walked inside, scanning the room with my eyes. I was horrified and my hands and feet were chilled. It's not my bedroom at all, it's the kitchen on the second floor!

What's going on? I went up by myself, and I couldn't get to the second floor anyway. But when I went down, I couldn't go back to the bedroom, but I went into the kitchen upstairs. It's so weird!

I rubbed my somewhat confused head, opened the door and called out to the stairwell, "Mengyue." ”

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