Xie Chen was silent, not daring to make the slightest sound.

These things are here for the third time, and according to what they say, they shouldn't last long.

As long as you don't open the door, you can survive these troubles.

Xie Chen lay on his side with the movements of the old rules of the guest room, smelling the obvious smell of the second floor, coupled with the music that was absent, and soon fell asleep.

He didn't pay attention to the voices coming in from outside the door.

As I fell asleep, my consciousness became heavier and heavier, and the sound outside gradually became quieter.

But the air conditioner was still on, and the cold body temperature in the room slowly became hot and dry for some reason.

Even though I had fallen asleep, the heat still affected me while I was sleeping.

Xie Chen rolled over in sweat and sat up a little panting.

When he was almost conscious, an extremely clear feeling of falling made him open his eyes suddenly.

Xie Chen sat up panting, looking at the layout of the room with horror in his eyes.

And there is no disorder.

And there are no strange places around.

Xie Chen gasped for breath while wiping the sweat on his forehead with his hand.

I didn't expect that after eating the food on the white plate, I would still have hallucinations like the one just now.

"Is it useless?"

After confirming that there was no child's voice outside the door, Xie Chen muttered to himself.

Useless refers to the effect of the white plate food, and I have already had a feeling since I returned to the room.

The effects of the food are becoming less and less noticeable, and you can even feel it, and the rate of contamination throughout the hotel is getting faster and faster.

"If this continues, when will it be a head?"

Xie Chen gritted his teeth helplessly, endured the discomfort of his body, and staggered off the bed.

The feeling of falling just now was very similar to the dream I had when I first checked into the hotel.

But this time, there was no feeling of a hand grasping him.

It's a little better than the last time.

Xie Chen laughed at himself, and was about to raise his feet to walk towards the door, but the door was slightly twisted.

Xie Chen was a little unconvinced, and hurriedly took a few steps forward, stretching his head straight and staring.

It's just that this thing still hasn't changed.

The speed of the twist is getting faster and faster, and it even turns in a reverse spiral.

Xie Chen felt that it was a little too outrageous, so he quickly reached out and took out the pocket watch from his pocket and pressed the button on it.

The speed of the twist stopped noticeably, and the door to the room seemed to be about to break in two.

"That's not right, is it?"

Xie Chen's voice trembled a little, if even the door was broken, then when he was sleeping, the people who could make children's voices at the door would come again, and he would be gone?

I don't know why, after wiping my sweat several times, there is still a lot of sweat flowing out, as if I can't wipe it all out.

And that's exactly what happened.

Not only could the sweat on his forehead not be wiped off, but even the back was followed by a lot of sweat beads, which were so dense that the whole shirt was soaked.

The stuffiness pervades the whole room, and the air conditioner is turned on, as if it is turned off.

It could even be said that it did not exist.

After all, if the air conditioner is simply turned off, the temperature will not drop so quickly, and the only explanation is that there is no air conditioner in the first place.

Xie Chen just wanted to scold his mother, but he remembered that something was wrong.

"Not ......"

Xie Chen almost ran to the dresser, and quickly took out the cardboard that he had thrown into the cabinet earlier.

In the rules of the guest room, I seem to remember that there is a clause that says about this matter.

Xie Chen slid down a little bit with his fingers according to those rule entries, and a clear rule appeared in front of his eyes.

Reading down the rules, it is clear that the air conditioning in our hotel is always on 24 hours a day.

"But what's going on now?"

I admit that I have panicked.

After reading the rules entry, the door in front of him began to twist again, even faster than before the pocket watch was pressed.

Xie Chen quickly pulled out the chair and held it tightly in his hand.

Move a little closer to the door.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Take it easy, this is where you belong, it's everyone's carnival, don't be afraid, you should belong here."

Xie Chen was startled and looked around in horror.

The sound of talking can be heard from his own room, if it is not the intensity of pollution and erosion, it is that someone has sneaked into the room.

Is it the voices of the children just outside the door?

Xie Chen quickly shook his head and denied the conjecture in his heart.

I didn't make a sound, and I couldn't match the voices of those children.

A feeling of dizziness began to invade his mind, and the voice that had just stopped talking became louder and louder at this time.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't resist, you don't need to resist, this is the place of revelry."

"Why do you want to make yourself so miserable?"

"It's better to forget all the unpleasantness of the past, forget all the things that should be forgotten and what should not be forgotten, and those earthly pains, why bring them here?"

Xie Chen squatted on the ground, endured the sharp pain in his head, and shook his head fiercely.

"Forget the fart!"

The sound was an echo, going back and forth in the room.

A sentence can be passed back and forth seven or eight times, and now the physical discomfort can't help but make Xie Chen angry.

"Why should you resist the thoughts of your heart?"

"Give up the struggle in your heart, what is there to be for yourself?"

"It's better to return to your wildness and embrace yourself."

"Forget everything in the past, forget the things that shouldn't be remembered in the first place, and don't be so tired."

Xie Chen swept the air in front of him with his hand, and although he couldn't touch anything, he still felt as if someone was standing in front of him and talking.

"Stop yelling!"

"Shut up!"

Xie Chen no longer had the strength to shout out, and the sharp pain in his head could actually allow him to hear what these voices were saying, but he had no way to make a rational judgment.

He is no different from a lamb to the slaughter.

Now it's like "dirty" talking directly to yourself.

"Even if you resist from the bottom of your heart, it will only make you more miserable."

"How can anyone give up the comfort in front of them?"

"So, then, can you remember your own name?"

Xie Chen's eyes were cracked, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole head seemed to explode.

"I told me to shut up, didn't you hear me!"

As he struggled to his feet, darkness plunged around him.

But there seems to be a faint light shining again, but my perception ability is very poor now, and I can't even tell whether my eyes can't see, or if the surroundings are dark.

Xie Chen's two hands let go of his head, not holding it.

But even so, there was a sharp pain in my head.

Xie Chen's whole body was already soaked, and sweat was pouring out as if he didn't want money.

Even the pants on the lower body are also wet with sweat, not just the shirt on the body.

The only thing I could see clearly was the door in front of me.

But the degree of distortion on the top did not decrease at all, and even began to twist in the opposite direction.

As the degree faded, and the sound stopped, a pair of eyes appeared on the twisted door.

It's just that these eyes are evolved by relying on the texture of the door, and they don't have much substantive significance.

Xie Chen didn't look at it, but turned his head to the side into the darkness.

"Don't resist, do you remember what your name is?"

"Hee-hee, do you remember your name?"

"You know what your name is?"

"You don't know?"

"You know?"

"You don't know!"

Xie Chen's ears echoed the same words over and over again, but each sentence was in a different tone.

I didn't have any way, and I knew that covering my ears would not help, so I could only clench my fists.

I muttered the word "dust" in my head over and over again.

It turns out that the rules on the cards are really useful.

Just like the first rule, be sure to remember where you came from and why you are here.

That's how you can keep yourself awake.

How you remember your name and why you came here is probably the biggest key to leaving this hotel.

If you know where you came from, you know how to leave.

That's why the voice just now has been emphasizing that you should forget the past, and forgetting the past represents giving up the only chance to leave this hotel.

Then I really have to stay here forever.

But I am not reconciled!

At least after eating the food on the white plate, in the face of the erosion of "dirty", the body also has a certain ability to resist.

At least the brain doesn't fall in the first place.

Xie Chen struggled for control of his body, for fear that if he was not careful, he would completely lose his sense of self.

If you are confused, and want to let your unconscious and memory self eat the food on the white plate, it is simply impossible in the environment of the banquet hall.

All the guests who are obsessed with food are like the embodiment of greed.

It can be described as gluttony, and you can never fill your stomach.

Xie Chen tried to cover his head.

The guest rooms on the second floor are the places where the white-clad cleaners are in charge.

This also means that you still have a chance.

As long as it can persist during this time, the "dirty" so wantonly erodes the entire second floor.

It will definitely attract the attention of the white-clad cleaner as well.

As long as he reacts and comes back to deal with it, then he can really be rescued.

But this process is undoubtedly very painful.

Especially when I used to rely on the food on the white plate, I woke up, but now I am eroded by "dirty" again.

If you are completely fallen, or only half of it, and still retain a part of your consciousness, you will want to regain your sanity by relying on the food on the white plate.

It would be an even more painful and life-threatening process.

"Don't struggle."

"You will be one between us, and you should be one between us."

"All the people who come here have such qualifications, what repentance, what is clean or dirty?"

"That's just a child's words."

Xie Chen trembled and lay on the ground, his whole body began to spasm violently, and he didn't even have the strength to squat.

Fortunately, the "dirty" sound is getting quieter and quieter.

Xie Chen gritted his teeth and hypnotized himself, as long as he could hold on for a while, it was estimated that the process of pollution would be over.

Although the voice is getting quieter and quieter, the words are becoming clearer.

It's like exploding directly in your own heart.

"Don't struggle anymore."

"They are not naïve children, and when they have compassion for the rest of their hearts, when they let go of their greedy hearts, then it means that they do not want to make progress."

"Selfishness is not necessarily a bad thing, self-centeredness can make you stronger!"

The last sentence kept echoing in his mind, and Xie Chen covered his head as if he wanted to shake it off.

But it was all in vain.

As the sound gradually continued in my head, I don't know how long it was, it seemed like a while, and it seemed like hours.

Xie Chen could feel that the whole person had become paralyzed, and even the bones seemed to be crispy.

"Greed, abandonment."

"Reason, ego."

These words went back and forth in his mind, and even his own cognition became unclear because of it.

"Who am I?"

"I ......"

"Who am I?"

"What the hell is this?"

"Why am I here?"

Xie Chen didn't speak, but he remembered a different voice in his heart, as if he was asking, but it was like another person asking in person.

Personal perception, or perception of things around us.

It's getting more and more blurry.

It was as if countless hands were sticking out of the ground and grabbing his body hard.

This is the only thing that can be perceived by the only remaining consciousness, but that's about it.

Even if you want to struggle, your body can't exert half of your strength, and even when you think about giving instructions to your muscle groups to exercise, the idea immediately becomes blurred.

One hand after another tugged down hard.

Although there are no potholes in the floor, although his own flesh still has a clear touch to the floor.

But one cold hand after another, as if they didn't pay attention to these.

Everything is about dragging yourself into the darkness, determined to merge yourself and them all.

Xie Chen's consciousness gradually blurred.

At first, I was able to hold on, and I gave myself a psychological hint over and over again that I couldn't faint.

Over time, the sound that sounded during the contamination process had faded away.

But it seems that consciousness has gone with it.

A faint voice kept stirring in his head.

It seems to be starting to reappear again.

"That's ......"

"That's it......"

Anyway, when you get old and die, no one cares.

Who cares about a person, and can they be remembered by the world for centuries after death?

It seems to be his own babbling.

Then came the familiar cry.

This time it was more painful than anything I had ever heard.

And it needs to be clearer.

"Why did you give away your life at such a young age?"

"You are so careless, you run under the Nine Springs alone, and throw your parents in the sun, how can you be so ruthless as a son?"

"You will all be loyal and filial, and your parents have worked hard to pull you to the end, and you already have some eyebrows."

"How can you be such a son!"

I seemed to be in a trance, dragged by these pairs of cold hands to another scene.

Although he was unconscious, compared to just now, he could now feel that there was a small basin in front of him.

Close to your own eyes.

He was still lying on his stomach, and although he wanted to stand up, he couldn't even move his hands, let alone the rest of his body.

The iron basin in front of him seems to be a little cracked.

The longer you keep your eyes open, the more blurry the scene you see.

Even whether it is an iron basin or a clay pot in front of you can't tell the difference.

A huge temperature came out of the basin and shone on his face little by little.

It was as if the water in the eyes was going to evaporate.

Cries and shouts abounded one after another.

There seems to be a lot of gongs and drums in the middle.

I don't know what was burning in the basin, because there seemed to be someone throwing it around.

Although I tried hard to look up, I struggled to move my eyelids.

Looking at this scene, I don't know how long it lasted.

A roar exploded from his head, followed by a frantic thud.

Suddenly!

It was as if he had untied himself, and he had already closed his eyelids, but it was effortless to open them.

But the vision was still as blurry as before.

After opening and closing his eyes several times, the scene in front of him was roughly taken into his eyes.

Seems like a ceiling?

But why is it so familiar?

His brain gave the command to get up again, and although he could clearly feel the soreness of his muscles, this time it was not so difficult to get up.

Xie Chen clenched his teeth, propped one hand under him, but found himself lying on the bed.

There was no brazier next to it.

Surprised, he gave up the action of getting up and turned his head to look at the door.

It was unexpected.

Is the door intact?