Lin looked up and watched the rain falling from all over the sky, turning into large and small eddies on the ground. The girl wearing red boots was dancing in the water with a huge backpack on her back, and water splashes up and down beside her boots. Her red umbrella rolled to one side, and her red hair was like a long cloud.
The world is gray, without boundaries, only a sky full of heavy rain, and girls dance in the rain.
The door automatically opened in front of him, and he walked in.
This is a large old house with a silent spiral staircase, like an old apartment, with every door tightly locked. No one can be seen inside, only the repeated footsteps. The sound of old-fashioned phonograph music drifted up from the middle of the spiral staircase, and the camellia girl sang loudly of that past era. Her voice seemed to penetrate the ceiling and ascend into the black night sky.
That is the soul of a woman singing, she has been dead for centuries.
He passed through one door after another, knowing that someone was inside. These people use steel and wood to separate themselves from the outside world, guarding their own secrets. This world is made up of grids, with each small grid containing a strange soul. Some of them are roaring, some are sobbing, some are laughing, and some have already died. A red liquid slowly flowed out from under a door. Lin stepped on it and continued to walk forward, his footprints turning red.
He still had headphones hanging in his ear, and the sound coming from them sounded like an echo from the ceiling.
Advance 18 meters and turn right
Advance 25 meters and go up the stairs
Turn left and take the stairs
Continue up the stairs
This building seemed to grow as he walked, eventually becoming as huge as a spiderweb like city, with layers of stairs, corners, and corridors forming the city. Everywhere was the people in the grid roaring, sobbing, laughing, and dying.
Lin continued to move forward, and the voice of the camellia girl had been cut off, only his own footsteps following him.
The earphones fell silent, with only a door in front of him and no other path.
Lin reached out to touch the door, and it opened with a bang.
The person with their back to him sat on the only chair in the room, holding a guitar in their arms. Countless sunlight fell from the front window, and the golden light almost wiped out the person's figure. That person is a small shadow in the light, his shoulders shaking, playing guitar, and singing a song that looks like rap:
Oh, Alibaba, Alibaba, I'm just a passerby
Oh, Alibaba, Alibaba, I'm just a person returning to my hometown
Lin reached into his arms, where there was a cold gun. He held the handle of the gun and felt the spring of the bolt tighten.
The singing suddenly stopped, everything fell silent, and the person sitting in the chair turned around. Lin couldn't see his face clearly, nor did he want to see his face clearly. The strong sunlight rushed towards him, and the person in the sunlight was turning back.
A warm hand pressed down on the back of his head, and his voice was low: "Didn't I command you? Be strong and courageous, do not fear or be alarmed; for wherever you go, the Lord your God will be with you
So Lin was no longer afraid.
He slowly raised his gun towards the back of the figure.
Lin opened his eyes and silently looked at the white ceiling. After a long time, he reached under his pillow and found his familiar Colt combat pistol there. He closed his eyes and recalled the dream he had just had. He doesn't often dream, except for the one just now, which has been repeated repeatedly for a long time.
He sat up, with a cup of water on the bedside table. He took out the medicine bottle from the drawer, poured out a blue and white capsule, and swallowed it with water.
There was a commotion coming from outside, and this college has always been quiet, rarely experiencing such moments of boiling voices. Lin looked up at the window, and the morning sunlight came in from outside. From the window, he could directly see the huge clock tower. Many students gathered under the clock tower, pointing and gesturing, and the seemingly never-ending clock underwent a slight change.
Lin leaped up.
He vividly remembered that just one day ago, the time displayed on the Doomsday Clock was 2 minutes and 43 seconds away from midnight, but now it has changed, with the minute hand clearly pointing at 11:57:20.
There are only 2 minutes and 40 seconds left.
His phone trembled violently on the desktop.
Hello, "Lin opened his phone.
Nathan Mann, wait for me at the entrance of my office. "His voice was brief and powerful, and then the phone was hung up.