The warm sunlight shone through the window and hit the sleeping young man's face, and the bright light made his eyelashes move and gradually open.

With the confusion of waking up, stunned for a few seconds, the young man got up and looked around the surroundings.

This is a single room, with a modern pear yellow cabinet in the corner, piled with books, lamps, pens, etc., and on the floor, several benches are scattered randomly.

"What is this, what is it?"

The young man was stunned when he saw all this, sensed that something was wrong, and reminisced about a terrifying fact.

He didn't have his name in his memory, he didn't know what this place was, he didn't know what he was doing here, as if all his past experiences about himself had been erased.

However, some common sense has not been erased, he sees the stool and knows that it is a stool, he sees the table and knows that it is a table, and from his memory he knows what is the wind, what is the sky, the earth, the clouds, the people, the universe, the world, the planet, the cup......

Sitting on the bed, the young man saw clothes at the head of the bed, which was a purple short-sleeved suit, which seemed to be covered with a reflective film in the sunlight.

Standing up and dressing, the young man focused on the only door in the room.

It was an ordinary wooden door, painted with a pale orange paint, and even the handle was an old-fashioned ball lock, even covered with traces of the vicissitudes of time.

But at this moment, in the eyes of the young man, this door is so special, he doesn't know what the scene will be behind the door after opening, everything is unknown, and the young man is inexplicably a little nervous.

But no matter how nervous it was, it had to be opened, and the young man stepped forward, grasped the handle, and took the cold of the metal in his hand

Click!

With a twist in his hand, with a soft sound, the door opened easily.

The young man then pulled away, and a strange scene unfolded in front of him.

Silence is the main theme, and the ground is black, smooth as a mirror, spreading to the end of the eye.

When the young man looked back, he was puzzled, he saw the sun shining in from the window, no matter what, there was a sky and a sun, but when he stepped out of the room, he saw such a scene.

Subconsciously look up, there is no so-called sky, if you insist on saying that there is, the sky and the ground are almost the same, the black mirror spreads to the end of the line of sight, as if the visual dislocation effect, I can't see how high the day is, I only feel that the black sky mirror is close at hand, and it is far away and cannot be described.

Looking around, there are doors on both sides of his door, these doors are exactly the same size, as if they are rectangles cut out of space, but the interior is different, for example, the young man's door is a wooden door in the rectangle of specifications, and the other doors, some are covered with vines, some are a mirror-like smooth interface, and some are a white light curtain.

All the doors were lined up in a row, stretching out on both sides, and the attentive young man found that above each rectangular door frame there was a row of strange symbols.

Although he hadn't seen it, the young man knew the meaning inexplicably, it was a string of codes, or room numbers.

Spooky, unimaginably weird.

While the young man was pondering, suddenly something happened next to the door of his room.

This is a door formed by a white light curtain, and the brightness has increased several times at this moment, and a figure has appeared, which is particularly conspicuous against the backdrop of the light.

As the brightness of the light curtain reaches a peak and then begins to wane, the figure steps out.

The man looked to be in his twenties, dressed in a strange white garment, some of which looked like robes, with many gold trims on them, like gold threads, and a shawl of long white hair, like a silk of light, and the whole person exuded a holy temperament.

As soon as he appeared, he saw the young man who was stunned in place, and said hello as if he was very familiar, "Long time no see, Luo Yi." ”

But just after greeting him, he saw that the young man was still stunned and looked at him, and he understood with a thrill in his heart.

"Okay, okay! It seems that you have daily amnesia again, calculate the time, it's been another year, and it's almost time for amnesia, really, I have to complain, you guy has amnesia every year, and every time the time is just right, no more than one second, no less, and then forget it immediately, remember, my name is Pro-Alpha M. St. Theseus, you just call me St. Theseus. ”

"My name is Loe? Do you know me? ”

Luo Yi asked stunned.

"Yes, I've known you for more than ten years, and we're the same people who entered here."

St. Hughus raised his hand, and the spots of light converged to form a book with a white cover, on which were written a few words...... Loe's notepad.

"Give."

Saint Theseus threw it over, "This is what you put here for me, I have to show it to you every time you lose your memory, it's really troublesome." ”

Although he had complaining words in his mouth, Saint Theseus was not afraid of trouble at all.

"What is this place?"

Catching the book, Loe looked up at St. Hughus and asked.

"Everything you want to know is in there."

St. Hughus pointed to the book.

Looking down at the book in his hand, Luo Yi felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Okay, I still have some things, I'll talk about it later, and by the way, you can also understand the situation."

As he spoke, Saint Xius walked over and patted Loe on the shoulder, and then left, walking on the endless black mirror towards the end that seemed to swallow everything.

In Luo Yi's eyes, as soon as the other party took a dozen steps, his body began to fade until he disappeared.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he seems to have heard the other party let out a complicated sigh before disappearing.

Back to his room, the sun was still shining on the bed, Luo Yi walked over, looked out the window, but found that the outside world was blue sky and white clouds, a round of high sun hanging, he stretched out his hand, but was intercepted, like a layer of invisible glass in the window.

Frowning, he ignored the bizarre scene and sat on the bed, his notepad in his lap, he couldn't wait to know what was going on.

Turn the first page, there is a kind of text on it, Luo Yi recognizes, this is called Chinese.

The title is: Written by me when I was seven years old.

My name is Loy, and this is a note for me who later lost my memory.

I seem to be seven years old now, and for the record, I have amnesia for the third time, and I will lose my memory once a year, I don't know my birthday and name, the name Loi, I took it myself, and now that most of the year has passed, I would have wanted to explore why I have amnesia, but now there is almost no progress, despair, I think, for me, every amnesia is a death, and the new me born after that is just another person.

Not to mention amnesia for the time being, I guess the thing you want to know most about in the future is probably what kind of place this is!