Looking at these heavy iron doors, it seems that they are not open by ordinary manpower, and when they are usually opened and closed, there should be a special switch to open this heavy door.

At this time, Zhan Jingyi will definitely not bother to find those switches, not to mention, there is not even electricity here, and the so-called switches may not have any effect.

Thinking of this, Zhan Jingyi slowly walked to the front of an iron door, held the iron door with both hands, and then slowly pulled outward, and the iron door made a dull friction sound.

Unexpectedly, although this iron door was a little rusty, it was successfully opened by Zhan Jingyi, not that Zhan Jingyi was so smart that he could guess that this iron door was not locked, but after seeing this iron door, he suddenly had a sense of familiarity.

It was as if he had watched the iron door be opened before, and when it was closed again, it was not locked.

With the opening of the iron door, his "intuition" was confirmed again, the iron door opened, but Zhan Jingyi's heart did not have any joy, but there was an inexplicable pain, which instantly overwhelmed himself.

Then, Zhan Jingyi raised the flashlight and shone it behind the iron door, nervously expecting something, but as the light flickered, a basin of cold water was poured on Zhan Jingyi's head.

Inside the iron gate is a dimly lit living room, the interior space is narrow, about ten square meters, there are no windows on the wall, and the only light source comes from the faint light that penetrates through the crack of the door, adding a bit of mystery and oppression to this closed space.

Zhan Jingyi stepped in and saw a single bed on one side of the wall, and a sheet that used to be blue was covered on the bed, but now it had faded and mottled marks.

The bed was neatly stacked with pillows and quilts, as if waiting for the return of its owner, and the wall above the bed had mildew and peeling skin due to the lack of ventilation and sunlight for a long time.

The room is covered with a large carpet covered with traces of time and unrecognizable patterns, and when you step on it, the soft touch makes you forget the hustle and bustle of the outside world for a while.

There are several unidentified objects scattered on the carpet, which may be accidentally left by the owner, or it may be dust that has not been cleaned for a long time.

In addition to this bed, there is only a closet with double doors and a writing desk and a chair, the wardrobe door is closed, I don't know what secrets are hidden inside, and there are some messy books and stationery on the desk, as if the owner has just left. The chair sat quietly beside the desk, as if waiting for the return of the owner.

There was a dull and oppressive atmosphere throughout the room, as if even the air had frozen.

This atmosphere makes one unconsciously quicken one's breath and want to escape from this enclosed space, where countless stories and secrets are hidden in this seemingly simple living room, waiting to be discovered.

Zhan Jingyi stood here silently, as if he was carefully inspecting everything here, and slowly, everything here slowly merged with the scene in his memory.

This is the place where Zhan Jingyi was imprisoned when he was a child, and here, he spent the most difficult three years, and the memories of those three years are like scars on the wound.

……

After watching silently for a while, Zhan Jingyi turned around and went out of the room, walked quickly to the opposite room, came to the iron door, hesitated slightly, stretched out his hand, and the iron door opened in response.

As the light of the flashlight entered the iron door, illuminating everything here, the world behind the iron door was basically the same as the layout of the previous room, the only difference was that the main color here was pink, which seemed to be a girl's room.

With Zhan Jingyi's anxious gaze, there was nothing here, only the same mess and dirt, but there were no other objects, and there was no thing that Zhan Jingyi was most afraid of seeing, corpses.

Zhan Jingyi, who was obviously relieved, turned around and left this room, came to the next door of this room, and after opening it, he saw that it was also the same furnishings, and it was empty.

didn't find the person or bones he wanted to find, Zhan Jingyi didn't know whether to be happy or cry, and stood there a little confused.

Here, if Zhan Jingyi is not mistaken, it is not the place where he was imprisoned since he was a child, but the secret laboratory that was re-established by Bluestone Cliff after he escaped.

The reason why Zhan Jingyi felt familiar was because everything here was exactly the same as the layout of the laboratory where he was imprisoned before, and there was no difference.

Moreover, since Zhan Jingyi came in, he always felt that there seemed to be a force around him that was following him, and even influencing him, this force seemed to be the power of time, which reminded him of many things in the past.

In addition, I feel an extraordinary familiarity with this place, as if I have lived here for countless years, and the longer I stay here, the more I feel that many memories are constantly flooding my mind.

"Come, come here......"

Suddenly, that voice appeared in Zhan Jingyi's ears again, making Zhan Jingyi stunned suddenly, and then a golden ray flashed in Zhan Jingyi's eyes, and with this golden flash, it seemed that the whole world was bright.

Then, Zhan Jingyi seemed to feel something fluctuating in the air, and in his eyes, he clearly saw a bright spot flying into the distance, Zhan Jingyi quickly turned around, followed the bright spot, and walked quickly along the corridor.

At this moment, Zhan Jingyi didn't even hit the flashlight, but where he couldn't see his five fingers, he walked as fast as flying.

After Zhan Jingyi entered this complex, his familiarity with these buildings and the surrounding area reached the extreme, and he even felt that he could not distinguish between memory and reality.

For example, before, Zhan Jingyi knew that what he was entering was just a building that had been abandoned for a long time, but after entering, around him, the illusory ability of time often appeared, allowing him to seem to be able to see the scene here from afar.

And the strangest thing is that this power of time is as docile as a spring breeze to Zhan Jingyi, and in this force, Zhan Jingyi does not feel any threat, as if a mother is gently stroking her child with her hand.

And the voice that often appeared in Zhan Jingyi's ears made Zhan Jingyi extremely familiar, and it seemed to be his mother's voice in his memory.

But what Zhan Jingyi wasn't sure about was whether what he heard in his ears and what he saw in front of him was his illusion, or whether it was his own fiction based on his memory.

Because, Zhan Jingyi has stepped into the threshold of the fifth level of infinity, and he can be said to be a god walking in the world, and he is also a deviant with abnormal spiritual power.

In such a situation, how could anyone influence him, unless it was a true god, but if his mother really became a true god, then how could she be trapped here?

Everything here seems to be countless mysteries, and Zhan Jingyi's head is so burned.

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