Compared with the increasingly violent trembling of the door in front of him, Jiang Mian subconsciously leaned more towards the direction behind him.

Turning his head, he took a deep look at the humanoid shadow that was writhing rapidly.

It's out of the way—

He immediately turned and ran into the bedroom, ignoring the anomaly on the ceiling overhead, and then took the two quilts from the bed and the cupboard from the cover, crumpled them together, and then picked them up and gently threw them out from the windowsill.

The two quilts landed firmly on the ground, forming an irregular soft clump.

Immediately, Jiang Mian immediately took out the belts, blankets and various suitable fabrics in the wardrobe.

Despite wearing casual pants and no buckles that could be used to tie belts, Jiang Mian still tied multiple belts directly around his waist and wrapped them into several buckled rings.

Immediately, the rest of the blankets and clothes were wrapped together with the sheets and quilt covers into a long rope about twelve or thirteen meters long, which was very simple but reliable.

"Knock knock-"

The sound of the crash outside the room continued, and the old door seemed to be reaching its limits.

Seeing this, Jiang Mian immediately tied the long rope to the pillar of the windowsill, and the other end passed through the belt buckle around his waist to form an extremely simple climbing rope, and then carefully threw it down and climbed out of the windowsill.

He glanced at the ceiling at the top of the room before he began to slide down, where the humanoid shadow was still writhing on its own, unresponsive.

Immediately, Jiang Mian clung to the long rope and began to slowly slide downward, moving his body little by little, as if he was taking one step at a time.

"Eighth floor...... This is the eighth floor...... That quilt is completely only a comforting effect......"

Jiang Mian, who was already afraid of heights, didn't dare to look down at all in the process of sliding, but while breaking his thoughts, he didn't dare to slack off in the action of loosening and grasping his hands and feet.

Because he knew that on the windowsill not far above, strange faces might appear at any moment, staring blankly at him under the cover of night.

Like a pregnant woman crossing a single-plank bridge, Jiang Mian still had no danger of sliding the rope to the end.

Looking down, this is already the window sill on the fifth floor.

Jiang Mian, who had no rope to use, immediately climbed through the open window into the balcony of a house on the fifth floor, praying that there would be no one else inside.

Or rather, other "people".

It seems that she has been favored by Lady Luck, and there is really no one in the room, and even the door of this house is open.

Jiang Mian immediately recalled the crowded scene he saw when he opened the door not long ago.

"Looks ...... The whole building is already gathered in front of my house......"

Jiang Mian was a little afraid, but fortunately he didn't choose to wait in place, or break through from the front, otherwise the picture at this moment would be very tragic.

But in the end, he was right, and the humanoid shadow did not suddenly change in the process of his preparation.

After a general exploration of the nearby area and determining that there should be no one around, Jiang Mian immediately walked out of the house, ran into the fire escape on the side with a few dodges, and then rushed out of the apartment directly down the stairs.

After a short period of confusion, Jiang Mian, who reacted, took out his mobile phone.

The power of the mobile phone is not too much due to the overnight use, but it is absolutely enough to make a phone call, and then Jiang Mian dialed the police.

In communication with the operator at the service desk, Jiang Mian only said that there was a relatively unusual group attack and blocking behavior at the door of room 802 where he lived.

At this moment, he has successfully escaped by slipping from the balcony through a self-made rope, and when the police mentioned that he was asked to go to the bureau to record his statement, he temporarily delayed on the grounds that "he was bumped in the process of slipping and needs to go to the hospital first".

He didn't mention those strange encounters, after all, if he had fully revealed it at this time, he would probably have been ignored because he was suspected of having mental problems.

As for going to the police station now, it is even more useless.

Jiang Mian knew very well that at such a time, he must ensure that he had relatively good mobility.

Among the films and television works that he has read or watched, those who stay in a fixed place generally do not end well.

Even if it's just temporary, stay in what ordinary people think is absolutely safe for a while.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Mian, who realized that wandering aimlessly was a waste of physical strength and meaningless, decided to find a place to rest and sort out the ins and outs of the whole thing by the way.

Then he set his sights on an abandoned park that he remembered a little distance away but still accessible on foot.

At midnight, it's almost impossible for anyone else to be there.

Although the fear in his heart had not yet dissipated, the last thing Jiang Mian wanted to see at the moment was ......

It's still human.

…………

Lin Sheng sat on the chair lift in front of the mirror, quietly watching his lips and chin gradually become smooth and new in the hands of a pair of strange women.

"In the past few years, how has the situation of the nest been?"

In his spare time, he thought about it and asked the two behind him.

"It's not too good, I told you before."

Nan Mingyuan, who was behind him, replied with a helpless look:

"The massive increase in the number of multiplayer and alternate dream events, and the frequent occurrence of real-life events, have made the attrition rate increase very quickly."

"And there are still many forces hiding in the shadows that continue to suppress us, especially in the past few years when you have been away, a group called the 'Mirror Society' suddenly appeared, and there is a record of attacking our internal personnel many times."

"You can say ...... Now it's an internal and external trouble. ”

"Yes, Brother Sheng, several very powerful seniors have disappeared inexplicably, even with equipment, but there are no clues at all on the lair, and I still don't know if they disappeared voluntarily or forcedly."

Gu Yuehu also nodded, his tone was very resentful.

As the last piece of foam on his face was gently scraped off, Lin Sheng's original messy stubble disappeared completely.

Looking up slightly, Lin Sheng looked at the woman who was in charge of trimming his appearance, who seemed to be attentive and began to trim his messy hairstyle after finishing shaving.

"Trouble a little quicker."

"Okay."

While waiting, Lin Sheng kept sliding on the tablet device in his hand, looking at the content of the files that had been updated over the years in the database, and couldn't help but think about what he had always wondered.

What exactly is Morpheus?

According to the information shown in the archives, Morpheus is a kind of "ghost" parasitic in consciousness.

It is called a "ghost" because it is a statement that is easier for others to understand and does not require more effort and time to explain in the midst of an event.

Some of them will use the little known or widely spread supernatural rumors in reality as their own carriers, some will be the biggest shadows in the hearts of the mothers, and some of the individuals who are completely unable to discover the origin of the very few also show the ability to create an alternate world in the dream world.

During the short period of thought, the women around me had completed all the grooming work.

After quickly sorting out the equipment used for the job, she only said "It's over, please", and immediately turned and left the room.

Lin Sheng didn't mind this.

He knew that the woman was just an ordinary person, and although the theory of chain infection had been disproven, he was obviously reluctant to contact special people like them for a long time.