When Ultraman appears in reality, however:

The environment here is an office, which is similar to the structure of a single-person house in the Free Country. It gives people a sense of déjà vu, but I can't find specific clues from my memory.

Looking at the place where I fell, there was a large pool of blood, which dyed the white shirt I was wearing bright red.

Next to the bloodstains there was a table with three monitors flashing with snowflakes on it, giving off a weird atmosphere.

I have a feeling that I have been here before, but after thinking about it, I still can't figure it out.

The screens of these monitors are facing the window I was looking at just now, however, this does not mean that this is the only window in the room.

In fact, the right side of the table was connected to another window, but unfortunately, it was tightly sealed by heavy curtains, and not a single light came in from outside, so I gave up exploring it for the time being.

There is a door on the left side of the table, and the width of the passage is only enough for two or three people to pass through, which is relatively narrow. There is another door directly opposite the table, which is far away from me, and even ten tables can be placed in the middle.

The entire room has a compact layout and reasonable space utilization, making it an office with a very user-friendly design.

I began to observe my surroundings carefully, hoping to find some medical supplies that could be used to treat the wound.

Although I don't feel any pain, the missing part of my body definitely has some impact on my movements.

That's when I noticed the items on the table: a roll of tape, a roll of toilet paper, and a bottle of alcohol.

Although the words marked on these items are all in English, I can still easily identify their uses with the basic cultural skills in my memory.

Just as I was thinking about whether I could be a free citizen, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind - Chinese.

This name makes me feel familiar and kind, as if it has some close connection with me.

What allowed me to recognize it was my inexplicable mumbling to myself.

"Alcohol..." This sentence seemed to form an echo in the air, echoing continuously.

When I heard this echo, I suddenly realized that my mother tongue came from China.

But for some reason, my voice seemed to be submerged in water, and my pronunciation became unclear.

A violent cough broke the silence, and then a large amount of blood came out of my throat.

From the almost pitch-black color, it can be seen that the blood has been staying in my throat for a long time.

There was no choice but to ignore all this for the time being and use my blood-stained hands to forcefully unscrew a bottle of medical alcohol.

Then I started with simple bandaging and treatment.

The rain outside the window showed no signs of abating, and the room was still dark and damp. But at least at this moment, I felt a little comfortable and at ease.

It seems that scars and loneliness have become my daily routine.

……

"But it's a good thing to meet so many dogs. By the way, why is there a dog named Lonely? I heard from an old lady that Yue Ji gave it this name."

As Yi Xilin walked in the dim stairwell, she whispered to Ma Xiayi what had just happened.

However, Ma Xiayi did not respond to her immediately, but kept wiping her clothes and cheeks with wet wipes. It was obvious that the golden retriever's attack just now was very fierce.

"But then again, Yueji, a residential area in the city center, doesn't even have an elevator. Is this a place where all the elderly people gather?"

"It's probably true. It seems that it has been left alone because of the geographical factors and it is difficult to demolish. But it will definitely have to be dealt with in a dozen years. It will be here soon."

As Ma Xiayi spoke, she took out a bunch of keys from her bag. She picked one out skillfully, inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it gently. The door lock made a crisp click. The door opened, and a stale smell came to her face.

Yi Xilin's eyes widened. "Wait, you just opened it? Huh?"

Ma Xiayi smiled sheepishly: "Ah... Anyway, no one lives in his house for the time being, and what can I say, he has a lot of spare keys at home."

Yishilin couldn't help but be amazed, secretly sighing at this somewhat outrageous scene.

Following Ma Xiayi into the house, she looked around the slightly messy room.

There were a few simple pieces of furniture in the living room, a few pillows and documents were randomly thrown on the sofa, and the TV screen was covered with a thin layer of dust.

The windows were closed, the curtains were half-drawn, and the light seemed a little dim.

Ma Xiayi looked at Yi Xilin's curious eyes and explained, "This is Yue Ji's home. I usually come here to help him clean up when he's not around. Have you thought of anything now?"

After putting her bag down, she walked to the window and opened the curtains, letting the sunlight into the room and dispelling some of the depressing atmosphere.

"Not yet... I don't think I've been to his house before." Yishilin answered truthfully. After all, she really had no impression of it in her mind.

"If this house is not cleaned up for a long time, there will be some problems. I... feel guilty towards him. Or maybe I just can't do anything, but at least I can sweep the grave. Pah! At least I can help clean it up."

Yishilin didn't say anything, but just joined the cleaning queue. Except for Yue Ji's bedroom, there were few items related to him in the rooms, but mostly some information about medical equipment.

Before seeing Yue Ji's bedroom, Yishilin thought that this was a room where old people lived, but after entering Yue Ji's bedroom, she dispelled this idea.

"It's quite charming?"

……

I wrapped the wound on my abdomen tightly with toilet paper disinfected with alcohol to prevent the embarrassing situation of my intestines coming out from happening again.

Then, I noticed an electronic clock placed below the display screen, which showed that the time was already 1:30 in the morning.

However, according to my intuition, I should have stayed here for about ten days.

So, this electronic clock may not be accurate, or it may be the effect of space. Therefore, I decided not to pay attention to it anymore and turned my attention to the drawer of the cabinet I just opened.

I pulled it gently and the drawer slid out smoothly. There were some items inside, including a pen and a few notebooks, but what attracted me most was a piece of drawing paper.

The picture drawn on this piece of paper is full of strange and thrilling elements.

The protagonist in the picture is a teenager, whose head is completely burnt and appears pitch black; while his lower body is covered in blood, forming a sharp contrast.

What's even more horrifying is that the boy's left eyeball has disappeared, and the eye socket is covered with chaotic purple paint.

And below this painting, there is a word: "You".