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"Brother Feng, they ran away. They seem to know what I'm going to do. Peng Jingliang said helplessly.

"I saw them running away. You hurry up and chase it, and if you slow down, you won't be able to catch up. Gu Xinfeng said.

Peng Jingliang sighed, ran out of the door, and looked around, but he couldn't see Shi Yuan and Luo Yasen at all, and the two of them had long since disappeared.

"Brother Feng, I can't see them anymore."

"If you can't see it, look for it!"

Peng Jingliang frowned, but he had no choice, so he found a random direction and chased after him. He didn't know where Shi Yuan and the others had gone, he just didn't want to go back and continue to be reprimanded by Gu Xinfeng. He ran straight and turned, and in a town he should have known so well, he found himself lost. The surrounding houses looked so unfamiliar, like matchboxes magnified many times, Peng Jingliang vaguely felt as if those houses were moving, as if there was no foundation. He continued to run in a daze, and all he could hear was his own footsteps.

He stopped, and with him the footsteps. At this point, he couldn't hear anything in his ears.

There was a dead silence.

I don't know when it gets dark. Peng Jingliang looked up, and the color of the sky also looked like a matchbox, the blue-gray on the side of the oldest matchbox used when he was a child, and there were faint traces of being scratched by matches.

How is this possible......

Peng Jingliang felt at a loss, he couldn't understand everything in front of him, and he simply didn't understand. He no longer looked up, but looked around, and suddenly he found himself in the center of an intersection, only that it was not a bustling wide road, but four narrow gravel paths. He casually looked from a small path and saw Shi Yuan and Luo Yasen. Peng Jingliang did not hesitate, and immediately pulled his legs to chase after him.

Shi Yuan and Luo Yasen walked into a house, and Peng Jingliang sped up and rushed into the house as well.

The inside of the house was surprisingly large, and directly opposite the door was an endless corridor, very wide, flanked by very neatly arranged rooms, all the doors closed in unison, without a sound. Peng Jingliang looked up, but he didn't see Shi Yuan and the others.

"I saw them come in." Peng Jingliang said to himself.

The corridor was empty, there was nothing to block his vision, and in such a situation, Shi Yuan and Luo Yasen could not be seen, so it was likely that the two of them had entered a certain room.

Peng Jingliang looked left and right, the number of rooms was endless, and the corridor stretched to the end of the view. All doors are exactly the same, there is no room number, and all doors are exactly the same style. Peng Jingliang didn't think much about it, and began to open the door to check. He opened the first door on the left, and when he saw that it was empty, he turned and opened the first door on the right, which was still empty. Peng Jingliang turned around again and opened the second door on the left, but there was still nothing inside. He turned to the right again, opening the second door on the right.

And just like that, he kept turning, opening doors, closing doors, turning around...... His movements became more and more numb, and later he actually forgot what he was doing. By the time he realized it, he had come a long way.

Blank again, he looked ahead, then turned to look behind him.

The scene on both sides is exactly the same. The same depth, the same endless.

Peng Jingliang was stunned, he kept turning left and right, he didn't know which direction to go. After a few turns, he could no longer tell which direction he was coming from and which direction he was going.

Peng Jingliang remembered that he had not been here for a long time, and if he could find the direction he came from and return the same way, he should be able to walk out.

But he couldn't find it.

There were only two directions here, the probability of choosing one of the two, but he couldn't find it.

He tried to deduce which direction of the room he had viewed by opening more doors to see what was inside, but he still failed.

All the rooms are exactly the same.

Peng Jingliang was at a loss and stood in place. After a few minutes, as if he remembered something, he rushed into a room, looked out of the window, and suddenly stood still.

Outside the window, there was no sight of the gravel town he had expected.

Hanging out of the window was the blue-gray of the sides of the old-fashioned matchbox, mottled and mottled with a faint twist and tumble, like a gray mist lifted on a flat surface.

The confusion finally turned to fear, and he suddenly realized that if he continued like this, he would never be able to get out of here.

Peng Jingliang began to open the door frantically, but he stopped closing the door. He kept opening the door, turning around, opening the door, turning around, and the scene in front of him still didn't change.

I don't know how long it took, Peng Jingliang had collapsed all over his body and collapsed to the ground weakly. In this space, the sound of his breathing is the only sound.

His breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and he was too tired. But what is more terrible than tiredness is despair.

Peng Jingliang gasped for breath, and he suddenly felt that the sound of breathing was coming from all directions. Peng Jingliang was startled and held his breath.

The breathing did not stop, but it slowed down and, moreover, became clearer. The breathing sound became louder and louder, and every exhalation and inhale made Peng Jingliang's heart freak, and gradually, this feeling turned into a heartbeat.

Who is it? Who made such a breathing sound?

Peng Jingliang thought in his heart, but did not say a word.

The sound of breathing became louder and louder, and the sound of breathing gradually appeared, followed by the sound of footsteps. Like the sound of breathing, the sound of footsteps also came from all directions.

"Who? Who is it? Peng Jingliang suddenly shouted.

No one responded. The sound of breathing and footsteps was still the same, as if Peng Jingliang had not been heard shouting, without the slightest pause.

Peng Jingliang didn't dare to shout again, he stood in the middle of the corridor, not approaching any wall. He looked at the room on either side in horror, and he felt the footsteps getting closer.

The footsteps and breathing finally stopped, but the next scene made Peng Jingliang unable to believe his eyes.

All the doors opened at once, and out of them came an infinite number of identical people, first to the left and then to the right, as if he could not see the countless people like himself on the left and right. Next, everyone walked to the door to their right, and it looked like countless identical silhouettes had shifted positions to the right. Then, countless of the same people knocked on the door. No one in the room responded, and countless identical people knocked harder on the door.

Peng Jingliang was completely stunned.

These countless identical people turned out to be all Gu Xinfeng.