Chapter 264 Martin’s Morning
“You, are you awake?”
Xia Yubing climbed off Ning Zhe with erratic eyes, a little guilty but also a little surprised, the bottle of sleeping pills Is the medicine so ineffective? Why did I wake up not long after I fell asleep?
Obviously she can sleep until dawn every time she eats...
"How long did I sleep?" Ning Zhe asked.
"No, it didn't take long." Xia Yubing replied hurriedly: "The whole process from when you were completely asleep to when you woke up just now was probably less than 3 minutes."
Ning Zhe frowned with a strange look on his face: "So I Less than 3 minutes after I fell asleep, you couldn't help but ride on my neck?"
Xia Yubing looked away and did not dare to reply. The color of the blush spread from her cheeks to her ears.
"Forget it..." Ning Zhe didn't care about these details. He had more pressing things to think about now.
This time I was not very lucky. He died not long after entering the castle. He fell into a box.
From when Ning Zhe opened his eyes in the library, drew a map, and scouted the environment, to when the two ghosts opened the door and entered the library, and then to his own death, Ning Zhe felt that at least 20 minutes to half an hour had passed. But Xia Yubing said that he had just fallen asleep for less than 3 minutes.
"This is wrong..." Ning Zhe leaned on the pillow, his expression becoming solemn.
The last time he entered the castle as Cynthia, Ning Zhe first climbed up the tower to observe the environment. After arriving at the execution site, he went back to the tower to get flint and steel to light the corpse oil lamp, and then carefully explored the lecture room. , walked through the flower garden path and entered the purification hall. After narrowly escaping death next to the bath, I met Bai Zhi... and finally died in the lobby on the first floor of the bell tower.
Ning Zhe has survived in the castle as Cynthia for a long time. According to his own body feeling, it lasted for more than 3 hours. After waking up last time, Ning Zhe also asked Xia Yubing whether he had slept. How long? The answer I got at that time was - about 4 hours.
“The time I spent surviving in the castle as Cynthia was roughly the same as the time I spent sleeping in reality.”
"But this time I spent more than 20 minutes and nearly half an hour in the library as Geza. In reality, I just fell asleep for less than 3 minutes."
The difference between the two dreams is so huge. , is it because the flow of time in the library is different from that in other parts of the castle?
Or is it the difference caused by the different identities of those who enter the dream?
Or, are there any other reasons?
There were too many variables and it was difficult to organize them. Ning Zhe had doubts in his heart, but he couldn't find a definite answer for a while.
Time confusion is not a rare phenomenon in weird events, such as Hejia Village, Yanglao Village, Zanju Town... Many weird places Ning Zhe has been to have experienced timelines that are out of touch with reality, but this time no the same.
My previous experiences were that strange places were out of touch with time in the real world, but this time there were changes in the speed of time in different parts of the same area. This was something Ning Zhe had never encountered before. Passed.
Ning Zhe glanced at Xia Yubing, who was sitting next to her and put on her pants quietly, and said, "Bring me the tablet."
"Okay, okay..." Xia Yubing blushed With a face on his face, Ning Zhe helped him bring the tablet on the bedside table. He woke up the screen and clicked on the structural diagram of Vanessa's Castle again, and began to focus on memorizing the spatial structure around the library.
The sleeping pills he had taken before were still strong. Ning Zhe handed the tablet to Xia Yubing again without looking at it for long, and fell into a drowsy sleep, feeling a little heavy.
He has died three times in that castle. It is known that the process and principle of Bai Zhi's "inspiration" to pull people out of sleep into strange events are similar to strange things such as "spirituality" or "ghost possession". Ning Zhe cannot enter the dream with his own identity. Instead, a person who has witnessed the strange event will be randomly replaced and involved.
The number of witnesses to a strange event is limited.
Or to put it another way, the number of players in each weird game is limited.
Ning Zhe doesn’t know if there is anyone alive in Vanessa that he can use to ‘divine’ himself. If all the ‘players’ are dead, what will happen if he falls asleep now?
Will he fall asleep normally? Or was Bai Zhi's inspiration pulled into another strange incident?
With such doubts, Ning Zhe's consciousness fell into a deep sleep in a hazy and hazy state.
In the pitch-black darkness, the sense of smell awakens before sight. The smell of stale wood drifts faintly into the nasal cavity, awakening the tired brain.
Opening his eyes, the surroundings were dark. Ning Zhe subconsciously wanted to stretch his limbs to explore the surrounding situation. His hand was blocked before he could reach it out. The movement of his shoulders was restricted by the small space. He raised his hand. His legs kicked the wooden lid covering his body, which seemed to be a coffin lid.
"Is the birth point this time in the coffin?" Ning Zhe felt the pain and weakness of the body, and stretched his hands to his lower body and groped around, but found nothing.
Damn it, it’s a woman again.
Except for extreme cases like Xia Yubing, the physical strength of most women is not as good as that of men of the same level. This is a natural disadvantage. If you encounter the need to exercise strenuously or carry heavy objects, If something happens, a woman's body will suffer a lot.
But I’ve already come here, what else can I change? Ning Zhe stretched out his hands and pushed the coffin lid above his head. The lid did not move at all and was sealed very tightly.
After thinking about it, Ning Zhe knocked hard on the lid above his head with his knuckles, and the wooden board made a crisp sound of 'dong dong dong'.
"Fortunately...it hasn't been buried yet." Ning Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it would fall into a box again.
If the coffin had been buried in the ground, then all he could get when he knocked on the coffin lid just now was a dull banging sound. Now that the sound was clear and crisp, it meant that the coffin he was lying on had not been buried in the ground yet. It was just a coffin. Gai was just nailed to death. Then there is still room for maneuver.
Covering his head with both hands to protect his head, he then twisted his body, relying on the inertia of the swing to rock the coffin. With a clang, the coffin fell to the ground, and Ning Zhe's posture changed from lying on his back to lying on his side.
Ning Zhe slowly turned his body in the small space, curled up his stretched legs bit by bit, put his back on the bottom of the coffin, stepped on the lid of the coffin, kicked with all his strength, and pushed the coffin into the air. The lid of the coffin, which was nailed to the coffin, was forcefully pushed open, and the nails were pulled out of the wood, making a sharp and heartbreaking sound.
Clang - another kick, the coffin lid fell to the ground, and a woman in red climbed out of the toppled coffin. The skin on her face was as white as paper.
People who have been in a dark environment for a long time and suddenly see a light source will be unable to open their eyes because they cannot adapt to the bright light. Ning Zhe held the coffin with both hands and reluctantly sat up. It took him almost a minute to adapt. Xu opened his eyes and saw green ivy all over the wall.
And a spear pointed at his heart.
"Oh, Aurore?" The man holding the spear looked at Ning Zhe sitting on the ground warily, his voice trembled: "Is that you? Aurore?"
(End of this chapter)