Entering this mysterious environment, I did not lose consciousness and knew exactly how I came to be. My hand slowly approached the paper windmill, feeling the small wind brought by its rotation, and I touched it gently, and there was a very obvious touch. In this place, my five senses still exist.

I walked to the door, hesitated, but gently twisted the handle and pushed the door open. I don't feel the danger here, and I have peace in my heart, because I have the means to go back, as long as I can't hold it back, and if my mind struggles, I can go back immediately. Because of this, I feel more at ease.

It's a wonderful feeling, mixed with a sense of escape. Even if I do evil and bad things here, I don't have to have a troubled conscience, it's all an illusion anyway, and I will go back as soon as I open my eyes.

I walked out the door, and there was a red hallway outside. From the ceiling to the two walls, to the floor above ground, it is painted a watery red. The corridors stretched infinitely, with no end in sight, and darkness as far as the eye could see. Give me the illusion that this corridor can't be walked out anyway, because it leads to the bottomless abyss.

The ceiling was lit with light bulbs, covered in gray-white dust, emitting an ambiguous and soft light. How does this look like a second-rate dance hall hiding filth and dirt to do the skin and meat business, I leaned against the wall, thought for a moment, and couldn't think of why.

You can't waste time, you must find clues in the time you hold your breath. I wasn't sure if I would be in a chair in an unfamiliar room and start over when I entered this illusion again, or if I would continue with my current hallway.

I had no direction, so I walked along the right side of the hallway, and as I passed the next room, I hesitated, but gently pushed it away. It was about the same size as the room I came out of, but it was empty and there was nothing.

I wonder if this place is just me. If Xie Ling did come here, where would he be? There is no end to this corridor, and if I try it room by room, I can't stand it even if I am a dolphin.

I walked forward for a while, pushing open at least four or five doors, all of which were empty, and there was no figure in sight. A thought occurred to me, and I turned my head abruptly, looking at the empty hallway, and my heart felt cold.

Because I forgot which door I came from. You will say, forget it, forget it. How can it be so simple, at this moment I think it is more complicated, since I appeared in that room when I came, then what about going back? Do I have to go back to my room to go back? The reason why Xie Ling can't go back is because he is lost, and like me at this time, I forgot which room I came out from.

My heart was pounding, and I felt that I couldn't go on so recklessly, or I wouldn't know if I died. I began to relax and try to see if I could go back to the world I was.

Sure enough, there was a door, and just when I gave up my mind, the scene around me began to blur and tremble, my eyelids were very heavy, and the feeling of lack of air in my lungs was particularly strong, and I was overjoyed, I was going back.

At this moment, suddenly a door opened not far away, and out of it came a man in a white coat, wearing a mask, who looked like a doctor. He stood there and held out his hand, and suddenly waved at me, which meant to signal me to come over.

I was slightly surprised, and all the qi qi in front of me disappeared. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the water tank.

My lungs were about to explode, and I slammed on the bottom of the tank and rushed to the surface. Sticking your head out and breathing in the fresh air, it feels like a Chinese New Year. Don't underestimate these two breath-holdings, I feel that the energy and body of my whole body are losing rapidly, and my body has a kind of exhaustion after being subjected to heavy loads.

The copper lock climbed up the wooden ladder and couldn't wait to ask: How is it?

I waved my hand, but couldn't say a word. It took a long time before he said: How long have I been there?

Copper lock look at the watch: thirty seconds. I've been pinching your time.

Wrong. I wiped my face.

He asked what was wrong.

I was stunned for a moment and said, "When I got to that place, it felt like at least seven or eight minutes had passed, and it would definitely not be only thirty seconds."

The copper lock was so anxious that he was about to scratch the wall, and this kid was very curious, and he was anxious to ask me what I had been through. I guess if I don't say anything, he'll be able to undress and jump in together.

Let me briefly describe what I just experienced. Copper Lock blinked and said, "It's easy to understand, no matter what place you go to, whether it's an illusion or other spaces, it's reasonable that time loss is different. Heaven is a day on the earth and a year on earth, and the space is different, and the time is naturally different.

The copper lock asked me again: What is the limit of your breath-holding?

I thought about it and said: when I was a child, I went to the river to swim, and I often went to the swimming pool to exercise after work, and the specific time was not tested, but at the bottom of two meters of water, it should be the limit between one and a half minutes and two minutes of breath-holding diving. Let's not brag, this kind of breath-holding and burying your head in the basin are completely two different concepts, and there is pressure to store zài underwater.

Copper Lock said: If you enter that space again, not to continue reading the file but to start over, you will lose at least thirty seconds before you meet the man in white.

Be. I nodded.

The copper lock blinked and said: "That's it, when your body is exhausted and you can't hold it back, I'll try it instead." Let's see if the two of us appear in the same space.

I thought about it for a while and thought it was not bad. I don't know what happened to the unraveling, but at least I don't think it's dangerous to enter that space. If you don't think it works, come back.

This time I was prepared, inhaled deeply through my nose, opened my mouth and took another breath of air, and plunged headlong into the water.

Meditating cross-legged, confused, I was once again in a hallucination.

As soon as I woke up, I saw paper windmills spinning on the wall.

And the heart said, "It's broken."

Reappeared in the illusion, and actually started from this room again. Is it really like Copper Lock said, I have to lose thirty seconds between the beginning of the beginning and the appearance of the man in white. At this point, every inch of time is really golden, and every second of time must be wasted as much as possible, let alone thirty seconds. I opened the door and walked out into the hallway. It's still red, there's no end to it, it's empty.

I remember walking to the right, I still turned to the right, and I made a mark with my fingernails on the door of the room I came out of. Then he walked down the hallway, and the man hadn't yet appeared.

I subconsciously looked at the time and realized that I was not wearing a watch. I suddenly realized what kind of person I was when I arrived in this place, or was it me? I had an experience of Liu Dong's ghost, and I had completely become Liu Dong at that time, will the situation be the same now?

I looked over and was stunned.

I was naked, with my bare ass, and looking at my hands, legs, and feet, it was still my body. In other words, even if I came to this inexplicable space, at least I came with my physical memories, and I was not attached to anyone.

At this time, a door opened not far away, and a man in a white coat came out, waving at me.

I took a deep breath and walked over slowly, following any tricks.

I came up to him, and he pointed his finger at the door and motioned for me to enter. I wiped my face and walked straight into the door, and as soon as I walked in, there was a hallway, quite large, with a row of clothes hooks on the wall, and many black clothes hanging underneath.

The man opened his mouth to say something, and his voice was hidden in the mask, and he couldn't hear it clearly. He didn't say a second time, but made a gesture for me to take a piece of clothing and put it on.

I hesitated to wear it, not that I had a habit of cleanliness, after all, I was naked, wearing inexplicable clothes, and what if there were two more lice hidden in the crotch of my pants if I had a skin disease infection. The man just stood and looked at me with a cold expression, which means you can't move on to the next step without wearing it.

I thought about it, but I walked over to the coat hook and picked up a black suit and put it on myself. The pants are ordinary furniture velvet pants, and the clothes are pullovers with a hat on them. I subconsciously buttoned my hat on my head to cover my face.

He pointed to the room inside and let me in. I walked in barefoot on the floor, turned the screen, and the room inside was not very large, sixty square meters, completely Japanese-style. Tatami mats are laid on the floor, and the four walls are hung with Japanese-style brushwork landscapes, with clear and intense colors and delicate brushstrokes, somewhat similar to ukiyo-e. It looks very comfortable, but I faintly feel that there is a demonic aura in the painting.

In the corner of the room, there were more than a dozen people sitting, and to my surprise, all of them were dressed like me, with black clothes and black pants and black hats and heads. One by one, they hung their heads, they couldn't see their faces clearly, although they sat very close to each other, but there was no communication, and the atmosphere was depressing and treacherous.

I found an open space in the back corner to sit in, which was dimly lit and good for hiding and observing. I secretly wondered in my heart, could it be that these people, like me, came in with their breath in the water tank?

In front of us people, there was a large open space, and everyone was facing here, and it was like a show going on for a while. I sat and waited for a while, and then a few more men in black came in and sat in the crowd. I was secretly anxious, time was getting shorter, and I was getting closer and closer to the limit.

At this moment, the side door opened, and a girl in a kimono entered. With a thick white foundation on his face and bright red lips, he walked to the open space in front of him with small steps. She held something like a lantern in her hand and placed it on the ground. Then he lightly plucked the upper end of the thing and poked it twice with a skewer, and white smoke drifted out of it. Only then did I realize that this was not a lantern, but a very delicate incense burner.

The girl fastened the lid of the incense burner and knelt on the tatami mat facing us. She had hung her head, but she slowly lifted it up at this time, and her pale face was looking at us like this.

I hid in the back, and I was horrified to watch, the atmosphere here was really weird, and it was unreasonable everywhere.

The girl's originally stiff face suddenly moved, the corners of her mouth grinned, and her teeth were bared, revealing the black teeth inside.