Higher Human Advancement Regulations

Snapped.

With an indifferent expression, Shengkai slapped the switch with a palm.

The room lights up.

The light was extremely glaring. Standing at the corner of the wall, half of her body was covered by the shadow, she still felt the strong white light trying to break through the defense line of the eyelids and hit the retina.

He squinted his eyes for a while before opening them, and he couldn't help taking a small step back when he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

The room they were in didn't have too many complicated aisles. It was a regular box room layout, with white paint on all sides, which looked even paler under the harsh fluorescent lights.

On the wall near the floor, crooked golden lines were drawn from bottom to top, alternating in thickness.

It looks like the evil thorns that can devour some in Western mythology, and it looks like a raging fire that is about to ignite.

The bleak white and the fiery gold alternately merge with each other, as if they are dancing madly together.

The thing that makes people feel scalp tingling the most is the dense crowd of people in the room.

The room is small in size, with a row of long glass cabinets inlaid on all four walls.

Many ragged people were stuffed into the cabinet, they were either standing or sitting, and more of them seemed to be randomly folded and stuffed into the corners like waste corners of cloth.

The skin of most of them has festered, and their eyes are closed and their faces are distorted.

I don't know if it was an illusion of blooming, but a few of them opened their eyes, and their eyes were fixed on the direction of him and Wen Renxiao, numb and morbid.

Their expressions reminded Shenghua of his neighbors when he lived in the tube building when he was a child, those ordinary people living in the narrow alleys beside the sewage ditch, who were squeezed out of all their kindness by reality, and pretended to be ordinary people with flesh and blood on weekdays, but in the end Can't hide the numbness and viciousness in his bones.

A hostile environment is prone to acne, and so is human nature.

These people with overlapping limbs were also imprisoned in the cramped space, and the expressions on their faces were exactly the same as those of the neighbors in Blooming's memory.

In the center of the room, there is a long and narrow platform, on which is a curtain of dark and unclear color. The light from the ceiling flickers through the overlapping figures, and finally projects on the curtain, forming a large mottled shadow.

The curtain rose without wind, and occasionally a corner was raised.

From the perspective of blooming, you can just see that the golden strokes on the wall climb to the curtain, like a golden flame ignited blazingly, which lasts forever.

On the far right of the high platform, there are three women sitting, and beside them is a sleeping baby lying on his back.

Looking to the left, there are countless figures sitting on the floor around the curtain, among which a tall man is the most conspicuous. He stretched his arms and looked up as hard as he could, with innocent and greedy eyes.

On the left side of the man, that is, on the far left side of the high platform, sit a young woman and an old lady, with a white bird lying at their feet, which looks out of place in this scene full of people.

Shengkai rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, but Wen Renxiao called out again when he raised his feet:

"do not move."

The moment Wen Renxiao opened his mouth, all the open-eyed people in the closet suddenly looked at him with a "swipe".

He turned slightly and lowered his voice:

"They're watching us."

Hearing this, Shengkai held back his nausea and carefully looked around the people in the cabinet again, only to realize that the feeling of peeping at the beginning was not an illusion.

Wen Renxiao walked to Shengkai as carefully as possible, and the latter leaned over and said softly:

"These people don't look real."

"It's a wax figure."

Wen Renxiao said, "I just checked in the middle of the room. The people in the closet don't know, at least those outside the closet won't move."

Bloom says:

"Sneaked in while my eyes were dark?"

Wen Renxiao nodded, as if he didn't understand the sarcasm in Shengkai's words, he smiled gently:

"I really didn't find the light switch just now."

Ghost letter.

Blooming secretly let out a "bah".

Wen Renxiao smiled, turned his head and asked Shengkai:

"Are you afraid of the dark?"

Just before the lights were turned on, he suddenly didn't respond, and Shengkai's suddenly rising tone didn't fool the leader of the list.

Unexpectedly, Shenghua glanced at Wen Renxiao indifferently, and frankly admitted:

"Yes, Brother Xiao, don't forget to protect me in times of crisis."

Wen Renxiao smiled softly, even the ends of his brows were stained with a smile.

In the end, the smile in his eyes like a lake was gradually covered by a sadness, and before the blooming had time to take a closer look, it quickly sank to the bottom of the lake and disappeared without a trace.

A sense of irritability rose in Sheng's heart for no reason, he frowned, and calmly distanced himself from Wen Renxiao.

During the movement, he saw at a glance that there were only four corners of the room just now, and at some point there was an extra passageway wide for one person.

The wind poured in silently from the pipe.

A thought flashed through Sheng Sheng's mind, he hurriedly turned around and said:

"This room belongs to the white floor!"

The two looked at each other tacitly under the pale light, and then said in unison:

"White is the breeze."

Because of the wind, the lights on the ceiling will shake from side to side, and the curtains on the high platform will flutter.

But is Breeze really just the literal meaning of wind?

If Chen Hui didn't lie, the white floor was her initial floor.

Then, the distorted space returns to its original position, and the Penrose staircase quietly disappears, and the four floors of different colors are connecting with each other.

The leads, too, are intersecting.

But they have been here for a while, but they haven't seen Chen Hui from the beginning to the end. Where did she go?

Listening to each other's rapid breathing, the two gradually fell into a stalemate.

The sudden appearance of the ventilation duct, I don't know if it is dangerous, and Shengkai didn't dare to go in hastily to "martyr himself." Wen Renxiao pondered for a moment, and suddenly there were several dull sounds coming from the duct, like Something rolled to the ground.

The voice became louder and more urgent, as if it was galloping towards the two from the depths of the pipe.

Shengkai quickly lowered his body as a defense, while Wen Renxiao shielded Shengkai with one hand, and covered his wrist with the other hand—an apple rolled out of the pipe with a "gudong".

Then, a light red figure flashed past at the corner of the pipe.

Wen Renxiao and Shengkai didn't hesitate for a second, they ran after the figure like unsheathed swords.

The falling apple was like a starting gun, instantly breaking the silence of the room.

No matter who that figure is, if it appears at this moment, it must not be a passing NPC.

From the outside, the passage seems to be enough for one person to pass through, but after two people enter the inside, they find that the space is very cramped.

The two are tall and have long legs, so they can only lower their bodies to slow down, but the red figure is very petite, and it is like a fish in water in the passage.

Shengkai and Wenrenxiao moved forward and backward, although their speed was not fast, they happened to be able to catch up with the footsteps of the person in front.

Suddenly, a figure sprang out from nowhere and went straight to Wen Renxiao's back.

Before Shengkai said "be careful", Wen Renxiao instinctively sensed the danger from behind.

His body stopped suddenly, he turned around with his arms bent, and his thin elbow hit the person's head directly.

But the man's purpose didn't seem to be to attack Wen Renxiao. Facing the latter's aggressive defense, he barely escaped a fatal blow, and then he turned around, stuck in Wen Renxiao's blind spot, and grabbed his waist with one hand. While borrowing strength, he pushed him out with his shoulders.

The place where Wen Renxiao was standing happened to be a downhill fork in the passage. He was caught off guard, and was pushed down by the visitor with all his strength. The two of them rolled into a ball and soon disappeared.

At the same time, Shengkai also felt another force pushing from behind him, his body froze suddenly, his footsteps that were originally heading towards Wen Renxiao turned a corner in an instant, and he was forced to stagger out of the passage.

At the end of the passage, there is another narrow space. As before, the room is filled with transparent glass cabinets.

It's just that the lights here are dim, and there are many faces.

In the room, there is a petite girl wearing a coral red dress that reaches the knees, her back is facing the blooming, her figure is graceful.

Bloom maintained the posture of slumping to the ground, was silent for a moment, and asked:

"Is the painter really you?"