don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The inn regained its original tranquility.

Even though it has been equipped with room cards that keep pace with the times, the overall style of this hotel still looks very old, and it looks like it is located in a remote country that is half isolated from the world.

The room card that Zhuang Die got pointed to the fifth floor, Room No.20, No. [-].

The hotel does not have an elevator, so he can only go up the stairwell on the left.The wooden stairs are obviously old, and they will make a slight creaking sound when stepping on them.

The sound wasn't too loud, but it was enough to be heard in the empty and quiet stairwell.

Zhuang Die held the small wooden box, counted the floors and walked up.The sound insulation between floors is poor. Standing in the stairwell, you can hear the movement of the guests in the rooms on both sides of the stairs and the sound of water.

"Let's sort out what we know so far."

Zhuang Die took out the recording pen and pressed the switch: "I live in room 527."

Downstairs at the front desk, he had probably tested the radio range of this dream by interacting with the repeater NPC.

Zhuang Di whispered into the recorder, just controlling the volume to a level where no one could hear the content clearly: "The flow of time here seems to be synchronized with the outside."

He walked up the stairs and looked at his little genius watch: "The time inside and outside the hotel is also synchronized, there is no time difference."

Zhuang Die's watch was worn on his right hand, and it happened to be outside the shop when it split.Regardless of whether he walked out of the hotel door or returned to the door, the time displayed on it did not change in any way.

The inside and outside of the hotel do not seem to be two spaces, they are still one and belong to a complete dream domain.

The only one separated seems to be Zhuang Die himself.

"The feeling of splitting was very subtle...there was no sense of detachment, and my consciousness was intact."

Zhuang Die had already reached the fifth floor, looking for his room according to the number on the door: "But I'm still not sure whether this 'completeness' is my own illusion—because this idea itself was also the result of the half on the right at the time. A separate brain told me."

And when he chose to return to the hotel and his body was put back together, it is completely unknown whether the half of his body left in the hotel had any other thoughts at that moment.

People will always tend to get a unified and stable answer, and the surface consciousness is actually hard to detect the previous thinking activities. This is the unremitting effort made by the subconscious to ensure that we will not go crazy.

……

According to Zhuang Die's observation of himself, he is still a very ordinary and normal person for the time being.

Zhuang Die successfully found his room, swiped the door with the key card, but did not go in immediately.

From the moment he went upstairs, he always felt vaguely that there was some kind of existence secretly watching him.

This kind of existence feels very vague to people, and there is not even a clear feeling of "sight", and there seems to be no intention to take further action.

Zhuang Die deliberately whispered to himself all the way, but the indescribable feeling did not change in any way.

"Could it be that the camera has become so good..." Zhuang Die set up a pergola with his hands, and tiptoed to look at the beam.

Even the simple wish of the elevator can't be satisfied, and there doesn't seem to be any traces of cameras on the beams, but the hotel seems to be cleaner than imagined.

Although the overall structure is made of wood and it is rainy outside, there is no sign of damp and mess in the interior, and there is not even dust and cobwebs between the beams.

The tenants living here also seem to be very qualified. Many rooms are already occupied, but there is no too noisy sound.

"The service awareness is in place, and the living environment is not bad."

Zhuang Die was not in a hurry to enter the door, but instead took out a small bench and sat at the door like this: "But still can't hide the fact that this is a black shop that buys and sells."

After all, although this store does not take the initiative to stop the guests from leaving, if they do not agree to check in, the whole person will split on the spot when they go out...

This kind of black shop is not seized is simply unacceptable.

Zhuang Die took out a small book, opened it on his lap, and wrote it down stroke by stroke.

He rummaged through the disposable supplies in the wooden box, took out everything, and lined up in front of him like a stall.

In front of the counter, Zhuang Die had already noticed the strangeness of the number, and when he walked up the stairs, he had ruled out most of the hypotheses with relatively low probabilities.

"Everything I was given was double, except for the slippers, which were only given one pair."

Zhuang Die said to the recording pen: "So far, there are three possibilities left."

"The first one is that the attitude of the staff at the front desk of the hotel is problematic. Either they didn't bring me enough standard disposable items, or they took a pair of slippers from me because I came alone."

If it is in reality, the probability of this assumption is the highest, and it may even be the only correct answer.

But Zhuang Die is now in a dream, and the person behind the counter doesn't look like a complete and independent consciousness.

People's subconscious activities are mostly extensive and direct. If the dream itself intended to take advantage of Zhuang Die, he would simply empty the small wooden box and give him only a broken wire for prying the door.

"The second type, this is for me who is split."

"The logic of this line is very complete... If I am completely split, then the actions of the two sides of the body may not be consistent."

Zhuang Die analyzed: "Maybe half of me wants to take a shower, and the other half of me wants to lie on the bed and play games."

On this basis, providing two room cards, two sets of toiletries and two bottles of mineral water can fully meet the needs of the tenants.

And because both sides of the body are actually incomplete, it is enough to provide only a pair of slippers.

Not only thoughtful and reasonable, but also fully consider the call for energy saving, emission reduction and waste reduction...

Zhuang Die was involuntarily immersed in this ecstatic assumption of obsessive-compulsive disorder, wasted some time and conceived for a while, and then pulled away with some regrets.

Although the logical chain is complete, he still found a loophole: "The small wooden box was placed at the front desk immediately at the time of check-in, which means that the items received by each tenant are likely to be the same."

But everyone who comes to the hotel may take actions but not necessarily the same.

Someone may choose to check in directly; someone may hesitate at the door for a while, but finally chooses to check in because of the fear of the unknown; someone may skip away without noticing that they are cracked, leaving only the other Half body, had to check in alone...

In other words, as long as the guest stands at the front desk of the hotel, the follow-up process is actually fixed in a certain sense.

Under this premise, one should not specially prepare a suitable set of items for the process that Zhuang Die took.

"One more thing." Zhuang Die turned the recorder, "When I was in the stairwell, I heard the footsteps of other residents were normal, and I haven't heard anyone jumping on one leg yet."

The hotel is an all-wooden structure, and the sound insulation effect is very average. If someone is bouncing on the floor, people going up and down the stairs can hear it clearly.

In other words, most of the people who are active in this hotel should still be relatively normal.

"Looking at it this way, the most likely scenario is the third one..."

Zhuang Die pondered: "I still have a roommate."

When registering downstairs, the person behind the counter didn't ask Zhuang Die's name and identity, nor did he ask if he was accompanied by anyone, but just gave him the 527 room card.

Along the way up the stairs, Zhuang Die noticed the diagrams of the house types on each floor hanging on the wall of the stairwell.

The room on the fifth floor has two single beds, a desk, and a bathroom. It is a very common double standard room design, and the supplies he received also proved this...

"I have a roommate."

After a series of reasoning, Zhuang Die came to the only possible conclusion: "My roommate needs other things, but not slippers."

"My roommate probably brought their own slippers, or liked to run on the ground barefoot."

"My roommate probably doesn't need to leave the bed."

"My roommate might not have legs."

……

The little curly hair on Zhuang Die's head was a little straight.

He rubbed his arms covered in coolness, opened his backpack, took out the elf ball with night light and held it in his hand.

Just as he was about to get up from the small bench that he brought, and go downstairs to try his luck again, to see if he could change to a single room, he suddenly felt a particularly strong pulling force.

This force is seeping from within Room 527.

It was obvious that he had been waiting outside the door for too long, and he had completely exhausted the patience of the "roommate" inside.

If Zhuang Die just swiped open the door and went in, he would directly bump into the warm welcome that his roommate had prepared.

But not only did he not enter the door, but he set up a stall outside the door, and now he is even ready to pack up and leave, and wants to go downstairs to the front desk to change rooms...

That force suddenly became violent, and the door of Room 527 bounced open with a "bang".

The room was dark and cold, as if countless hands stretched out, tugging and tugging involuntarily, trying to drag Zhuang Die into it forcefully.

Zhuang Die wanted to back up, but found that his feet seemed to be completely stuck to the ground, and he couldn't move no matter how hard he tried.

... In the blink of an eye, Zhuang Die thoroughly figured out the last detail.

He is the one who doesn't need slippers.

Seemingly sure that Zhuang Die could no longer escape, the tyrannical force gradually became more calm, dragging him and the things on the ground slowly into room 527.

The door closed slowly, blocking out the last ray of light.

The cold and delicate touch spread silently, and he quietly opened the little bear's pajama pants, wrapped them around Zhuang Die's ankle, and was about to pull it with brute force when he was not prepared...

In the next second, the entire room was completely occupied by a dazzling light that could not be ignored.

Zhuang Die threw the poke ball while closing the door.

The night light couldn't bear this kind of completely dark room at all, and angrily lit up all the bulbs, illuminating every corner neatly.

The entire room has been clearly drawn in the schematic diagram of the stairwell. Since the layout is too simple, even if you don't need to observe it again, you can roughly recall the entire layout.

Zhuang Die was afraid of ghosts, and he didn't intend to see what the other person looked like. He closed his eyes firmly in advance, and the chainsaw in his right hand was already spinning at high speed.

Relying on his feeling, he cut off the frivolous part of his trouser leg, and swept away the cold whole in front of him.

Sensing that the opponent flinched suddenly under fright, Zhuang Die had already blocked the way ahead of time, raised his hand and dropped the lock.

"Roommate" stopped at the door in astonishment.

Zhuang Die also stopped at the door in astonishment.

"..." Zhuang Die pulled his hair vigorously: "Why should I lock the door!"

No matter how many times he came, he still couldn't overcome this instinctive fear of ghosts and ghosts...especially since he still hasn't found where Ling Su is.

This place obviously doesn't look like a haunted house, and it's not the kind of man-made props that Ling Su desensitized him before.

What's more troublesome is that Zhuang Die vaguely felt that since he entered this room, his emotions have been disturbed to some extent.

Even though he kept telling himself that this was a scene in a dream and not a real supernatural phenomenon, the weird feeling was still getting stronger.

——It was as if something was deliberately tempting the fear in his heart, allowing this fear to flow out continuously, completely occupying his consciousness...

People will always do some incomprehensible things under extreme fear.

Zhuang Die closed his eyes tightly, and blocked the door involuntarily with a jagged curly hair that seemed to have been ironed with tin foil.

He held a buzzing sharp chainsaw in his right hand, picked up the pair of free disposable slippers in his left hand, chased the unnamed "roommate", and beat the other party all the way into the bathroom toilet with the slippers deep.

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"Xiao Zhuang Engulfed by Fear"