When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

The heavy rain continued, the wind howled, and the completely opened window beat wildly against the window frame, like a moth struggling in a spider web, making its final resistance.

Cold raindrops flowed into the room unbridled, soaking the books spread out on the table and splashing onto the bed, waking up someone who was frowning and sleeping.

Li Shanren, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly sat up and looked down at his intact abdomen, breathing heavily. His forehead was covered with water drops, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain.

"I must have died just now. Why didn't I go to the junction... No, it doesn't seem right. What happened just now must have been a dream. I haven't had such a real dream for a long time."

Li Shanren touched his neck with lingering fear and breathed a sigh of relief.

The raindrops outside the window hit his face coldly. Li Shanren wiped his water-stained face, got out of bed and closed the window tightly, blocking out all the wind and rain.

Afterwards, he went to the private bathroom to wash his face, and when he came out, he felt much calmer.

He walked to the desk and sat down. Looking at the heart-stopping storm outside, Li Shanren reached for his waist and tried to take out the meteorite staff.

However, this time, he still found nothing. The gray bag on his waist was still an ordinary small bag without any features.

The pupils in Li Shanren's eyes shrank slightly, and his originally calm face inevitably showed a trace of shock.

"Can it be said that I am still in a dream?"

He pinched his arm hard.

It hurt, it was real, there was no trace of a dream at all.

But this is almost impossible to be reality, because his storage bag, spirit horse sentry and soul summoning bell have completely turned into ordinary items, losing their original power, and the dark gold personal interface cannot be adjusted. .

Faced with this situation, unless the "mastermind" who threw Li Shanren into this world gave up on him and took back all the abilities that resided in Li Shanren, the only explanation is "dream" or "hallucination" .

Li Shanren sat at his desk, bowed his head in thought, silent. The downpour outside the window was beating violently on the window, as if there was some monster wandering outside, trying to break into the room.

After a few minutes, he took a deep breath, stood up and walked towards the door of the room.

Although he didn't know why he was pulled into this almost real dream, there was no doubt that he was inexplicably caught up in some extraordinary event. In this world, his power was almost the same as that of ordinary people.

Based on the experience of the last dream, it can be inferred that Li Shanren may be killed in this dream, and after death, he may wake up from the bed in the room and enter the next round of dreams.

If this is the case, then, what are the conditions for leaving the dream?

Is it the duration of the dream, the number of deaths, or some unknown condition that needs to be met?

It's impossible to loop endlessly over and over again.

After thinking about it, Li Shanren decided to explore and investigate this dream to find a way out of the dream or something unusual about this dream.

Rather than staying in the room cowering and waiting for the dream to end, he is more willing to take the initiative. After all, this is just a dream, and he can accept no matter what danger he encounters.

Of course, having said that, judging from the dream death experience just now, the pain and despair are already quite close to real death. If you don't want to suffer, try not to die.

Li Shanren, who has experienced three deaths, said he has a strong say in this aspect.

He walked to the door and opened it gently. The corridor outside seemed very dim. Although he could see the end of the corridor at a glance, the gloomy and gloomy feeling lingered in Li Shanren's heart and could not be dissipated. It makes people feel nervous and uneasy.

Li Shanren hesitated for a moment, then carefully stretched out half of his foot and stepped into the walkway outside.

He waited quietly for a while, but nothing happened. Then he walked out of the room and was completely surrounded by the dim corridor.

Humid water vapor penetrates through the gaps in the corridor windows and floats in every corner. Combined with the groggy environment, it gives people the impression of being at the bottom of the dark water.

Although this was a dream, Li Shanren still clenched his fists nervously. This feeling was like entering a haunted house. He knew it was fake, but he was still afraid. It was not the ghosts he was afraid of, but the atmosphere.

He was walking alone in the corridor, and when he passed Basat's room, he paused slightly.

If this was a dream that only belonged to him, then Basat would not be in the room. Even if he was in the room, it would be an illusion generated in his dream and it would be impossible to help him.

Thinking of this, Li Shanren walked straight through the room, came to the end of the corridor, turned and went downstairs. He walked alone on the stairs, and when his boots stepped on the wooden board, it made a dull sound like a kitchen knife hitting a chopping board. In this quiet place It is particularly clear under the environment.

The journey to the first floor was uneventful.

The door was open wildly, shaking violently under the beating of the wind and rain, making a creaking sound. The floor in front of the door was soaked by the rain and was wet. If you look closely, there seem to be traces of something dragging and sliding on it. Colorful water stains left a clear line on the wooden board, which led to the leftmost room on the first floor.

Apparently, this is a hint.

Li Shanren lowered his eyes and slowly walked to the open door. The wind and rain outside the building beat mercilessly on him, soaking his white robe, coldly seeping into his body surface, lowering his body. His body temperature made him feel a real chill.

Facing the attack of the wind and rain, he stopped and turned to look outside the door.

As if aware of his gaze, the heavy rain poured harder. The dense raindrops blurred the vision, and the eyes could not even see five steps away. It seemed to be warning the people in the building not to overestimate their capabilities and challenge the outside. of heavy rain.

However, although he could not see clearly, dozens of steps away, he could vaguely see a black figure standing in the rain, seeming to be looking into the building, his gaze as indifferent as looking at a corpse.

Li Shanren silently withdrew his gaze, walked to the door on the far left, looked at the water stains on the ground, and pressed his hand on the doorknob.

This time, he hesitated for a long time, and it took about two or three minutes before he mustered up the courage to turn the doorknob.

Don't open the door to kill me, I'm a coward.

Li Shanren thought so.

"Click..."

The door opened as usual, and Li Shanren slowly pushed the door open to the extreme, revealing the scene in the room. The overall layout was almost the same as his room. The traces of water that resembled dragging only continued to the door of the room and then disappeared. The floor inside Surprisingly dry, no trace of water visible.

The quilt on the bed was half-opened, as if the owner of the room had just woken up.

The air is filled with a faint fragrance, and there seems to be a young girl living here.

On the desk, a yellowed diary was spread out quietly, and a quill pen fell between the title pages. The tip of the pen was black, as if the owner of the diary had been writing just a second ago.

A glass filled with half a glass of water, a bedside table with a bronze mirror, and only half of the wardrobe opened, revealing a beautiful white dress, an elegant flowered hat, and bright red boots...