Except that the light conditions in the room are somewhat similar to the feeling of a cloudy evening.

Outside the window, it was a dark sky.

But this situation is nothing more normal than abnormal for the event itself.

Lixia's right hand, which was clenching the dagger, couldn't help but get slightly wet.

The current situation, while not in any real danger, is even more troubling.

As far as Lixia is concerned, she hopes that the moment she opens the door just now, there will be a "door opening kill" inside the room.

At least then he would be able to clearly determine what the exact danger of this incident was, rather than being like a headless fly as it is now.

I've been so deeply involved in this incident......

It can't be that you haven't been locked by the event itself.

No way...... Morpheus in this incident is at the heart of that particular field.

It has definitely entered a state of full activation, and it will inevitably lock on to its prey as soon as possible.

There's no reason for me to be at peace with it.

Well, there must have been something going on that you can't even detect.

And...... That is bound to be fatal.

Ritsu lifted her feet, paused for a moment, and stepped into the room.

The shoe rack in the hallway was then lifted and placed in the gap between the door and the door frame.

Although this behavior is mostly self-consolation, after all, if the door really wants to close itself, such a wooden and partially metal shoe rack will definitely not be able to prevent this situation.

Rixia entered the room and began to scan the interior of the room.

This is a suite with a total area of about 90 square meters, and the decoration style is obviously a common modern "cold" style, mainly black, white and gray.

A living room with a kitchenette, a bedroom with a balcony, a study, and a bathroom with wet and dry separates.

The room was very tidy and could even be described as spotless.

Even the trash cans in the living room and kitchen are very clean and fresh, and there is not even the slightest crumb of melon and fruit in the empty garbage bags.

Is the owner here an obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Lixia thought silently, and then walked slowly towards the bedroom in the room.

......Bang

There was a very slight tapping on the keyboard.

Lixia's mind instantly condensed completely-

The direction of the sound source...... It seems to be the study on the right!

Lixia didn't hesitate and walked briskly towards the bedroom.

There are only two reasons for the current situation.

One is that the ghost in the incident realizes that he wants to investigate the bedroom, so he makes a noise to distract himself and change his goal.

The second is that you have triggered some kind of "plot", and you will get some kind of hint in that study.

The best way to investigate at the moment is to do a quick search for any valid clues in the bedroom, and then go to the study to conduct an inspection.

Lixia dodged directly into the interior of the bedroom.

The interior of the bedroom is decorated in exactly the same style as the exterior room, and the white bed surface is also neat and spotless, as if it had been thoroughly cleaned and waiting to be checked in.

Lixia looked around again, not missing a corner as far as his eyes could see.

But......

There are no clues.

Or, at least, there are no clues that can be detected by sight and hearing in a short period of time.

Outside the bedroom, a breeze blew in through the cracks in the open windows, causing the gauzy translucent white curtains to flutter slightly.

Lixia's eyes flashed a little dazed.

Could it be the second possibility?

The event itself...... Suggesting that you should go to that study?

Thinking about this, Lixia immediately turned around and walked out of the bedroom, walking briskly in the direction of the study.

The door to the study was as open as the bedroom, and Ritsu stepped into it with great care.

The study itself does not occupy a large area, only about ten square meters in size.

Among them, the largest space is a long desk made of frosted glass and silver-white metal, and a large bookshelf behind the desk that occupies more than 80% of the entire wall area and space.

There are a lot of books on the shelves.

Influence

"The Practice of Management"

Letter to Garcia

"Thinking, Fast and Slow"

Nonviolent Communication

……

Lixia didn't plan to read it, but set his eyes on the desktop.

On the desktop was a small silver-white laptop, and the screen was still wide open, with some content lit up, as if someone had just worked here.

But for some reason, Lixia didn't have any way to see the details of what was displayed on the screen.

I tried to get closer, zoom out, and change angles, but the content on the screen never became clear.

Lixia vaguely felt that this would be a very important clue, but at the moment there seemed to be no way to look at it.

Well?

Lixia suddenly turned his gaze to the office chair on the side of the desk.

"Don't let you see it under normal conditions......"

His eyes were slightly condensed, and he knew that his next action was tantamount to taking a risk.

But...... But you have to give it a try.

After making up his mind, Lixia slowly squatted down-

I sat directly on that office chair.

Woo ————

The world in his eyes suddenly blurred, and then suddenly changed back at the moment of the next breath.

"How? It's not bad, I said it's definitely cheap......"

A middle-aged woman's voice came to her ears.

Who?!

Lixia was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he suddenly looked at the source of the sound with extreme vigilance, and directly placed the short dagger in his hand in front of him......

…… Well?!

Lixia suddenly realized that his hands were empty.

The pure black dagger of his own weapon module inadvertently disappeared into thin air.

Wrong......

It's not just weapon modules......

Lixia suddenly found that the arm placed in front of him was no longer the same dress he was wearing when he came......

What's going on......

Lixia looked in front of him, which was the source of the previous voice, but found that a middle-aged woman in her forties, who was looking at her inexplicably.

"What's wrong? Is there anything you don't like about it? ”

Lixia's heart was already full of question marks.

The incident...... Moved yourself somewhere else?

Wrong......

Lixia looked around.

I'm still in that study.

Beneath him sat the office chair, and on one side was the long desk with a frosted glass top, on which sat a laptop.

It's still the same scene.

It's just that...... I seem to have been transferred to a specific point in time and the environment at that time.