Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Ding Mu nodded, indicating that he understood.

The expression on his face was as calm as that of an old dog, but in fact, he had already begun to feel that something was wrong.

If he arrived yesterday, then no one came in by the white road to buy a map this morning, which is very strange.

So there is a great possibility that he entered a white road, and the time of entering the station is about seven or eight o'clock.

There is a difference of three or four hours between this time and the time he entered the mountain. If the time spent on the way into the mountain is subtracted, it will be counted as two or three hours. Where can Guan Yi go in such a short time?

Guan Yi would not let him face an unfamiliar environment alone, even if he had to, he would try his best to inform Ding Mu.

Not disappearing without a word like this.

Unless there is any special situation, he has no time to react, no time to tell himself.

Ding Mu always felt that he had overlooked something. Did he forget what happened at that time?

He tried his best to calm down his heart, thinking, if he hadn't lost consciousness at that time, what would he have done at that time?What will Guan Yi do?

Guan Yi will give him weapons and special items, prepare the necessary items for him in the shortest possible time, and tell him some necessary knowledge in the station for emergencies.

He himself will put the usual weapon in the most convenient place for him to take out, open his eyes, look at the surrounding scenery, try his best to read all the possible useful things he can see, and write down all possible useful information, despite Guan Yi's warning But it's best not to open your eyes when you haven't entered the station.

The environmental changes in Yinshan Mountain may be extremely large, and anything may be the thing to disperse them.

Ding Mu looked at his hands and suddenly realized something abnormal.

There are no calluses on his hands.

Although his hand is not like Guan Yi's habit of using a knife to grind a thick layer of calluses, but it is also because of using the pen for a long time that a small callus has been ground on the middle finger.

But there is no callus in this body, and the palms are as clean as a newborn.

There is no mirror in A's room, and he has no defense against his own body, just subconsciously thinking that this station is the same as before.

He used to enter the mountain with his car, no matter how abnormal he was, when he entered the mountain, he followed the normal route in a safe and sound way, and he never appeared in a state as mysterious as this time.

But this time Zhanzi was as illusory as if he was in a game.

Use a new body, wake up from a dream, the surrounding environment is weird and illogical, complete and accurate props use time limit, use function.The mobile phone has been completely turned into a piece of scrap iron, and there is nothing on his body except clothes and small things.

It seems that life is completely held in the hands of this station.

Just like RPG games played before.

Stand-alone, no interaction, only myself using the identity of Moshang to explore the secrets in strange places, and crack old and shocking secrets bit by bit.

Once this idea came up, that feeling took away his attention in an instant. He felt as if he was hit by a stick in the back of the head at that moment, and his eyes suddenly went dark for a moment. He subconsciously grasped his hand. Trouser seams.

Fortunately, that feeling is not physical, but a spiritual sense—in other words, this feeling is only for the person "Ding Mu", not the body of the "detective" he is using.

After that energy passed, gradually, he heard the voice of the boss, he heard the boss calling him.

He subconsciously wanted to respond, but the moment he turned his head, he saw the boss's face.

It was a completely different face from the one he had first seen.

Stiff, stenciled, poorly built, it looks like something that came off the assembly line.

The boss tilted his head stiffly and said, "Guest? What are you thinking?"

The voice was mechanical, with a stiff tone, like a corpse being manipulated by someone.

Ding Mu glanced at the boss's clothes. The corners of the man's clothes seemed to be made of iron sheets, and they passed through his arms in a daze.

Good guy, it's still wearing a model.

He subconsciously glanced at the sky outside, and it was still different from the mist that was churning as if it was alive just now.

At first he thought that the people here were real people, but now it seemed that the people here were not even human beings.

Just puppets that move around the plot.

He is afraid that he is the only living person here.

"I want two hearing aids, a quick charger, a handful of wire, and... the history of the town." He tentatively said the last thing he wanted to say.

The boss twisted his body, looking like he might break an arm or a leg at any moment.

His right hand drives the straight forearm, and the forearm drives the big arm, stretched out, rubbed his fingers, made a movement of counting money, and said: "Guest, as long as the money is in place, you can do whatever you want."

There was no longer that shrewd smile on his face, but it made Ding Mu feel strangely relieved.