As he whispered, the scene around him began to change slightly, and he watched a layer of old and dim yellow wallpaper appear in the corridors, and those wallpapers were full of flowers, which did not look like a contemporary product, and the aesthetic was old.

He looked at the hallway in front of him as if it were twisted, the walls moving from node to node, stretching at one point, distorting the hallway.

He watched as the hallway widened and became less like a hallway, and as the surroundings became a room, a room with no entrances and exits.

"Here's what it's doing." He whispered, and furniture began to appear in the room.

The walls seemed to liquefy at this moment, and the furniture spit out from the walls, and the furniture moved out little by little, filling the surroundings of the room, and giving the room a little bit of life.

In front of Chen Qing, there was a desk with a lamp on, and the lamp illuminated the desktop.

To the left of that desk, there was a bookshelf full of books, the top of which was empty.

He turned his head to look behind him, and there was a leather sofa behind him, and the color on that sofa had fallen quite a bit.

On that sofa, there seemed to be a figure left, and the person seemed to have been sitting for a long time, and there was a mark on the sofa.

"Just trap me here?"

He turned his head, looked at the desk, and walked up.

When he got closer, he saw that there was an envelope of simple color on the desk.

The light shone on the envelope, as if it had been highlighted.

"Do you want me to read this letter?"

He breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out his chair and sat down at his desk, he picked up the letter, the clay on the envelope was still there, unopened.

He gently flicked the envelope, breaking the ink that had remained on it.

He pulled out the paper from the envelope by the light.

I saw the words written on it.

"Why, why didn't you die!"

He looked at the writing in black ink on it, the handwriting was very familiar to him, but when he stared at the handwriting, he felt that he had never seen it.

Where is this, and what is it trying to say?

His brow furrowed, but at this moment, he heard a loud voice from behind him.

The sound was deafening, as if something had collapsed.

He looked back, his gaze slightly glazed.

There, the couch that should have been standing against the wall fell backwards, and it made a loud roar.

The sofa seemed to be solid, folding its back in half.

Also behind the couch, the wall that should have existed disappeared, and there, a tunnel as wide as the room appeared, and he frowned to see the end of the tunnel, but there seemed to be a corner in the tunnel that the light could not reach.

"What's hidden behind that tunnel......"

He whispered, his gaze suddenly resting on the envelope.

The handwriting in that letter and the beautiful handwriting seemed to have become larger.

"Why do you live?"

He looked stunned, as if he had seen a rainy night pouring down.

He watched as the wriggling entity approached, and looked at her distorted, swollen face asking in a foul tone, "Why are you still alive?" ”

He shook his head, clearing the clutter of his mind out of it, refocusing his gaze on him, putting away the envelope in his hand, and walking towards the tunnel.

When I entered the tunnel, the lights in the room behind me were turned off.

He looked in front of him, and as soon as he crossed the corner, a light appeared in an instant.

At the end of the corner, there is another room.

In that room, there was a man.

She sat with her back to the tunnel, slim, and she sat upright, her arms moving on her desk.

She seemed to be writing something, and she seemed to be waiting for something.

Chen Qing slowed down and walked into the room about ten meters behind her.

He didn't step forward, he just watched the girl sit at the desk.

After the two of them had waited like this for three or five minutes, the girl's arm was lowered, and there was a soft click on the desk.

She seemed to put down the pen, a slightly heavy pen.

The sound is exceptionally clear on the table.

"How can you survive?" Her voice was flat, as if she was saying something that had nothing to do with her.

"Because I'm lucky?" He looked at the girl's back, his fingers already searching his pocket.

No, but not a single non-cultural heritage was found in his pocket.

His expression was solemn, and he began to lose some of his memories in his mind.

He just thought the scene was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

That memory should be unforgettable, but I just forgot it.

He staggered two steps, his steps slowly receding.

He saw the woman in front of him fold her hands crossed, put her right hand on her left hand, and put her hands parallel to the table and placed them on the table.

He watched the girl sit quietly, and began to tilt her head back, her eyes appeared in front of Chen Qing, her upside-down face was level with the boy, the two stared at each other expressionlessly, staring for a long time, a smile suddenly appeared on the girl's face.

The face was clearly smiling, and he watched as her face began to swell, and her limbs began to grow many pustules and sores.

The originally slender and white limbs can't even see the appearance of a human being at this moment.

Her hands slipped off the desk, and those two hands were much longer than the average person, and they dragged down to the ground after they drooped, about six or seven centimeters in length, and they were tilted.

Chen Qing looked around, and the whole room began to become gloomy and dark, and everywhere he looked, those scenes began to distort and take on an extraordinary appearance.

The vases that stood tall were no longer supported by the bottom of the bottle, their bodies twisted, their spouts pulled downward, as if they were half a Klein bottle.

He looked at the bookshelves, which were straight wooden shelves that were twisted and sharpened.

He watched as everything around him began to spin, and he watched as the lights in the room became multicolored, as if the places they touched were alive.

The illuminated books slowly crawled up, and they crawled on the ground supported by countless tiny tentacles of about a few centimeters.

The illuminated carpet began to twist its body, and began to curl into a slightly bulging hill bag.

He looked at the carpet and opened tens of thousands of fine eyes, those eyes were evenly distributed throughout the hill, but those eyes were large and small, they were unevenly distributed.

Chen Qing looked down at his feet, he felt the dizziness in his mind, his feet were already unstoppable, he took a few steps back, and the moment he retreated into the tunnel, he looked at the scene in the room and everything was normal.

He watched as the girl was sitting at her desk, her hands crossed and overlapped, as if nothing had changed.

He looked at the desks, the mutated furniture, lying there as they were.

"In the end...... What's going on. He muttered under his breath, looking at the girl in the room.

"Who the hell are you?" He whispered, fingers ghostly taking the letter out of his pocket.

"Why should I live?" He looked at the man, and his footsteps began to slowly retreat behind him.

He looked over there, and a soft female voice suddenly echoed through the room.

"Thou shalt not look at one thing for a long time, thou shalt not set foot in a foreign land, thou shalt not violate thy principles, thou shalt not lie."

Her voice was flat, and the voice kept echoing in the room, and Chen Qing's retreating footsteps staggered and slowly stopped.

He looked at the woman's figure with a slightly surprised expression.

He always felt that some of the most distant memories in his mind had been forgotten, and some of the most recent memories he couldn't remember.

He remembered that he had stood in the monastery with Bu Zhaozhao, and he remembered that he had stepped into the promotion ceremony of the intangible cultural heritage.

But he always felt that he had forgotten, that he had forgotten what secret he had used as the key to promotion.

He was clearly aware of it at the moment, and it seemed that the key was extremely important.

"Do I need to retrieve the secrets of the promotion ceremony?"

He looked at the girl's back, and after looking at it for about a second or two, he moved his gaze to the candlelight, which seemed to be dull this time.

The candlelight swayed silently, shining on the skirt of the girl's dress, and the pale blue skirt swayed gently at her feet.

"You need to get another memory back."

She opened her mouth and smiled on Chen Qing's face, which she couldn't see.

"What do I need to get back?"

"That's what you need to find."

He frowned, and looked back behind him, and at the end of the passage behind him, there was a little light.

"What is an Outland?"

"It's a foreign land."

He turned around and asked, "Why are you helping me?" ”

"Because I didn't want to kill you in the first place."

The girl said, standing up from her desk, "I didn't mean to kill you. I still ask you, how can you die like this? ”

Chen Qing listened, his brows furrowed, he clearly remembered that the girl ......

Wait, why do I think she ever wanted to kill me?

He froze for a moment, he felt the chill coming from his fingertips, he looked at his fingertips, his fingers were already pinching the letter and turning white.

"You...... What the hell have I forgotten. ”

His face turned pale, he stepped back, he turned around, and began to run in the tunnel.

He ran through the passage, but what he saw was no longer the secret room before, and he watched as the world in front of him turned into a patch of yellow sand, yellow sand with no end in sight.

Chen Qing was stunned for a moment, he looked behind him again, and the light that had passed a corner behind him had been extinguished.

"What is fraud?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly came out of Chen Qing's mind.

The voice seemed to be its own, but it had never been so unfamiliar.

"What is fraud?"

He listened to the words, and his eyes searched the yellow sand for a moment.