Chapter 251 Lantern
“Don’t let it find you!”
“Don’t let it find you!”
“Don’t let it find you!”
< br>The sound was like an illusory voice, like the hoarse moans of a dying person. It was creepy. There was no reason, no reason. Ning Zhe suddenly began to feel fear instinctively, fearing that if he was found by 'it', he would be killed. Something irreversible will happen.
"Is this 'inspiration'? Am I dreaming?" Ning Zhe looked around. The visibility in the dim room was extremely low. Even if he lowered his head, he could only vaguely see the outline of his legs. Looking forward, he couldn't see his fingers. of darkness.
The temperature in the room was very low, only less than 10 degrees Celsius. Ning Zhe touched his chest. He was wearing a baggy down jacket with an old-fashioned woolen sweater underneath. He put his hand into the inner pocket of his down jacket and found a lighter and a pack of cigarettes.
Click——
Ning Zhe lit the lighter, and the firelight dispersed the darkness, allowing him to see his surroundings clearly.
I am now in a small room of less than 30 square meters. Sitting under my butt is a long solid wood table covered with stone slabs. The iron door is closed and made of stone bricks. The walls are less than two meters high and there are no windows on the walls. This is a secret room.
Ning Zhe got off the table, put his feet on the ground, and walked around the room holding the lighter.
The room is equipped with: 1 wardrobe, 1 bedside table, 1 long table, 1 round table, 4 chairs, 2 benches, and a bare bed without bedding.
Every piece of furniture is very old, exuding the damp musty smell unique to rotting wood, and the style is also very retro.
The door is locked and can be opened from the inside.
There are no electrical appliances in the house, and there are no traces of wiring on the wall. The only lighting facility is a kerosene lantern hanging above the bed. There are some used Western tableware on the round table: table knives. , dinner forks, porcelain plates, etc.
Ning Zhe picked up the table knife in his hand and used a lighter to light the kerosene lantern hanging on the bedside. The room suddenly became much brighter, but overall it was still dark.
"Where am I?" Using the light of the kerosene lamp, Ning Zhe looked around the room as a whole.
Awkward room layout, walls made of stone bricks, old retro furniture, no electrical appliances, kerosene lamp hanging on the bedside...
Ning Zhe groped for himself. I found the wallet in my trouser pocket, opened it, and found it contained: ID card, driver's license, visa, bank card, and a few euros in cash.
"So my current identity is a tourist?" Ning Zhe looked at the ID photo on his ID card and compared his current hairstyle and facial features. He was basically sure that he was the same person.
The layout and furnishings of this room have an obvious old European style, which coincides with the content on the visa.
A tourist who entered Europe with a travel visa, driven by curiosity, stayed overnight in an old building. Unfortunately, he was involved in a strange incident - 'it' is here Wandering around in a building, looking for living people, once found by 'it', some irreversible horrific consequences will occur.
Ning Zhe probably understood his current situation: "It was Bai Zhi's 'inspiration' that pulled me into this dream, and I was involved in this strange incident as a tourist. "His last memory was of sleeping on the sofa in the VIP lounge of the St. Abelon airship, wearing a blindfold and a blanket. Bai Zhi's 'inspiration' only fully developed in his sleep.
Ning Zhe didn’t expect that even if he fell asleep as ‘Ning Zhe’ himself, he would be pulled into a dream by Bai Zhi’s inspiration.
"What would happen if you were found by 'it' in your dream?" Ning Zhe suddenly became curious.
There are several similar questions. What does the building in Puru look like? Are there any other tourists here besides myself? What is this ‘it’ that wanders around looking for people?
Ning Zhe took a deep breath, put the lighter into his pocket, and reached out to pick up the lantern hanging on the bedside.
“Wait.” Suddenly, Ning Zhe realized something was wrong and hung up the lantern again.
He faced the lantern, took two steps back, and looked thoughtfully at the stone brick wall in front of him: "The color of this wall... seems to be slightly darker than before?"
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The four walls of the room are made of off-white stone. The smooth-cut stone bricks are very consistent with each other, and no materials such as clay are used to fill the gaps. This is a symbol of the financial strength of the owner of the house:
——In ancient Europe , only aristocratic lords have the ability to use regular-shaped good stones to build tightly-fitted houses and castles. Ordinary people's houses can only use irregular-shaped scraps, so clay mixed with straw is needed to fill the gaps. Otherwise, it is impossible to live directly. wooden house.
When Ning Zhe was walking around the room with a lighter just now, in order to look for traces of wiring in the house, Ning Zhe specially observed and touched the walls here. The rough and dry feel of the stone still remained between his fingers. The bright white color reflected by the firelight is also different from what we see now.
Ning Zhe reached out and touched the wall behind the kerosene lamp.
It feels cold and moist, as if it has just been exposed to rain. The stone is still white when wet, but the color is a few degrees darker than when dry. You can't tell it at all if you don't look carefully.
"The wall was dry just now, but now it's wet?" Ning Zhe frowned slightly and picked up the kerosene lamp beside the bed in his hand: "Is it related to this lamp?"
Ning Zhe held the lamp in his hand. Hold it up in front of you and observe it. It's very ordinary. Lantern shape: The copper lamp holder is filled with kerosene, and the bright wick is covered by a windshielding glass lampshade. The lamp holder is connected to a portable handle, and there is a height on the right side of the base that controls the immersion height of the wick in kerosene. A small gear to adjust the size of the light.
A very ordinary kerosene lamp, both in structure and material, is ordinary. It is the kind that mine workers in the past would carry into the mine.
After thinking about it, Ning Zhe turned off the kerosene lamp, stretched out his hand again in the darkness, and touched the wall at the head of the bed.
Cold, dry, and rough touch occupied his fingertips, exactly the same as when he walked around the room with a lighter to observe.
"It is indeed this lamp." Ning Zhe understood some of the connections: "The light from the lighter did not change the condition of the wall, but after lighting the kerosene lamp, the wall changed from dry to wet."
Does this have anything to do with 'it' wandering around in this building, looking for living people?
Ning Zhe was thinking when suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from outside the closed door.
(End of this chapter)