Help, I've become a paper man

The night was quiet and the corridor was even darker. Several lights on both sides, which had poor lighting effects, were turned off. The silent castle was filled with the sound of the wind. In this environment, even the footsteps were unconsciously softened.

Song Yi wandered aimlessly. Before he went out, he asked Jasmine, "Where is a good place to look for clues?" He said "clues", but actually he was talking about "how to transform into a beast." Jasmine wrinkled her nose again. This time she didn't make things difficult for herself. She told Song Yi directly, "Today is Christmas Eve, just take a walk first. If you encounter any danger, take action and try not to die."

It was such a heartwarming instruction that Song Yi felt so warm that his body almost fell into the ground. It was Christmas Eve, but don’t die. Not sure where the peace was, he could only walk towards the banquet hall again.

There must be a reason for a place to appear twice. It can't be to save the cost of modeling. Besides, he is familiar with the road and it is easier to find problems. Song Yi easily convinced himself to go and take a look first.

After all, a garden where every flower has a name might seem more like a dangerous place, but the road is too far. Comparing the two, he easily made the choice to start from the closer one.

Song Yi did not walk fast, and his rhythmic footsteps could be heard in the corridor. At the beginning, because of Jasmine's words "Don't die", he was still very alert and guarded against possible attacks around him, but he did not encounter any danger all the way to the stairs. After walking down the stairs, he gradually let down his guard, and when he stopped at the stairs, his guard rose again.

They lived on the second floor, and going downstairs should lead to the first floor, which was made of flat tiles. But now he saw a staircase continuing downwards, which was not there during the day.

A new floor appeared, which was considered a hidden map. In line with what Jasmine said, "Go up when you encounter danger", Song Yi took out a gun from the infinite firepower and went down the stairs.

As soon as he stepped on it, he felt a sticky touch under his feet and a chill climbed up his spine. His sense of crisis had not yet come to his senses, so Song Yi endured the nausea and continued to walk down. There were no lights here, and the light was even dimmer. Everything in his sight was even more blurry, and only the stairs could be barely seen clearly.

It was obvious that there was a problem here, and it was not surprising that his night vision was limited.

What concerned him most was the "crisis". Although the feeling on his feet was uncomfortable, this section of stairs was not long. Even if he walked slowly and cautiously, he had finished the walk in less than a minute. His feet landed on the solid ground. Song Yi stepped on it with a little force and guessed that it was a concrete floor. The softness just now was gone, and it was not as smooth as tiles. It was a bit rough, but it did not affect walking.

The view was still dim, but there was a vague light not far away, like bait in the ocean, which was just what the little fish Song Yi needed.

He moved towards the light, taking more careful steps. Gradually, he began to hear faint sounds in his ears. The sounds were very light, and if you listened carefully, they sounded like a small brush rubbing against his ears, making his scalp tingle. As he moved forward, the sounds became clearer, and even made people feel a sore tooth.

Song Yi paused briefly. When the distance got closer, he could see the glowing object clearly. There was a candle on the table. What led him there was the flickering candle flame, which was about to burn out. It was obviously impossible to use it after obtaining it. However, there was a kerosene lamp next to it, which continued the "fishing" behavior and tempted people to get closer.

Instead, he became even more confused and called out to Noah's Ark again in his heart, raising questions.

“Is there something wrong with this copy?”

There is no danger or obstacles here, and even the traps are placed so obviously. Now that we have the bait, what will cause harm? Wait!

"After inspection, there is no problem with this copy. I wish you a happy game."

In the perfunctory prompt sound of Noah's Ark, Song Yi discovered another problem. The mental power bonus given to him by Yan Changyue seemed to be still there, but he only remembered Yan Changyue when he thought about it here. It was not like the last copy, when the image of Yan Changyue would suddenly pop up. Something had changed, and he only realized it now.

But there was no time to think, as the candlelight was about to go out completely. Song Yi did not stay any longer, but lifted his legs and moved forward, coming to the table unhindered. He picked up the kerosene lamp, and before the candle went out, he turned the knob on it, confirmed the wick in the dim light, and then picked up the candle, slightly tilting them together, barely using it as a candle, and tried his best to light the kerosene lamp.

According to his previous experience, it was normal to get a bad result, but now the kerosene lamp was lit in front of his eyes, everything around him was clearer, even the sounds in his ears were real enough, he smelled a fishy smell, and distinguished the sound he had just heard, it was not the sound of a brush sweeping, but the sound of fine rain, at the same time, there was something else, as if there were waves passing by.

Song Yi held the kerosene lamp in one hand, covered his nose with the other, and observed the surrounding scenery.

Before setting foot here, he made mental preparations and guessed everything from the laboratory to the dungeon. However, the scene before his eyes was still beyond his imagination. It was a paved cement floor with cracks in some places and sprouts growing on some damaged places. Moss was scattered on the ground. There were scattered furniture, tables, chairs and wardrobes, but large areas of decay had already occurred. Just from a distance, one could feel that it was about to fall apart.

Everything you see seems to say that this is just a dilapidated basement.

But this is a copy. Song Yi does not believe in the game rule that "there must be a reason for existence". He is still looking for patches for Noah's Ark. He believes in his "luck" and it won't be so easy.

He took out the mask from the space, put it on himself with one hand, and walked to the innermost closet in order. He walked around to confirm it, and finally he could only believe that it was just rotten wood, and turned to the next one.

He observed one by one and walked back the way he came. With his footsteps, the voices in his ears gradually faded away and the sound of rain slowed down, which made Song Yi begin to doubt that he was here just to collect props. Holding the old kerosene lamp, the scene in front of him became more real. Compared with his original limited vision, it was like taking off his glasses instantly with 800 degrees of myopia.

His guess only lasted two minutes. Song Yi came to the tilted wooden table. He lowered his head and looked to the low side. He thought he would see rotten wood, but he saw thick moss and a turtle shell wrapped under it, with the broken table legs pressing on it, using the turtle shell to support the table top. From the perspective of the turtle, it was indeed big enough, only slightly smaller than the table top, but in terms of height, it was still much shorter than the table leg. In addition, the broken leg on its back was not as long as the other three legs, resulting in the current tilted status of the table top.

It was rare for Song Yi to see a "living creature". He took two steps forward and saw the outstretched front paws through the moss. Even though the claws were too thin compared to the turtle shell, Song Yi was still curious enough.

He squatted down and got closer to observe the creature. The light of the kerosene lamp fell on it, making the details clearer. Looking forward in the direction of the claw tip, he could see a shriveled, pale neck with purple blood vessels emerging on the skin. On top was a head, lying on the ground with its head tilted, with the skin also exposed. The light of the kerosene lamp was shaking, and the bright light made the skin look even paler.

Song Yi felt uncomfortable and subconsciously moved backwards. The light shook again, and even its claws seemed to be moving. When Song Yi stopped and looked carefully, its five fingers were still on the ground, with no signs of movement. Instead, from this angle, he suddenly saw a big eye, which looked like a stone sewn on, hard and lifeless.

He took a breath, stood up, and amid the intermittent sound of water, he turned around, took two steps towards the stairs, and then suddenly sped up and started running.

Nervous!

How can a turtle have smooth skin! There are no webbed feet between the five of them! This is not a big turtle at all!