don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Zhuang Die took two sips of instant noodle soup.

I don’t know if it’s because of the addition of God of Cookery’s apron, but in terms of taste, this bucket of instant noodles is indeed full of color and fragrance, and it has faintly caught up with the effect of high-end hand-made ramen.

Listening to the corner next door, Zhuang Die unknowingly finished eating the noodles, picked up the bucket again, and gulped down the soup in three or two mouthfuls.

The mellow soup base is paired with chewy noodles, and the hot aroma is overflowing, which quickly dilutes the fatigue deep in the consciousness.

"There are ventriloquists in Beijing... PASS."

Zhuang Die bent his fingers and tapped his knees: "Spiritual phenomenon, PASS. Twins, PASS."

This is his most common way of reasoning.List all the possibilities, and then delete them one by one according to the probability from low to high, and finally only two or three are left.

Although this method is a bit cumbersome, sometimes you have to deliberately stay away from the near and far away, and turn a blind eye to the possibilities that you can think of when you use your brain, but it can also avoid falling into a fixed mindset to the greatest extent and not miss any key details.

"It's very clear, it's definitely two people." Zhuang Die pressed his forehead, "Sure enough, it's most likely that it split..."

The reason why he was reluctant to consider this possibility first was because just a few hours ago, Zhuang Diegang did something irreparable to his ex-roommate with his eyes closed.

……

And referring to the situation of the neighbor next door, this is the most logical assumption.

"The two people staying in each room were originally the same person."

"If this is the case for me, it means that although in my perception, I retreated immediately after the split, the process was actually longer than I realized."

Zhuang Die pondered along this line: "When the me on the right hesitated outside the door, the me on the left has actually lived in the hotel for a long time."

"We've all changed a bit during this time."

"The half of me on the right regrows the other half of my body without knowing it, and becomes complete again."

"The half of me on the left, while waiting for my roommate to come back, gradually blackened into a tentacle-type dark night mosaic that lost both legs..."

Zhuang Die shook his head vigorously, completely ruling out this terrifying conjecture: "...It is absolutely impossible."

If this kind of thing really happened, Zhuang Die would rather give up this part of the consciousness that he doesn't know what is useful, and he would definitely not fish that half out of the toilet bowl with a toilet stick.

Zhuang Die stood up, he put his footsteps to the lightest, and returned to the bed without a sound.

It's past twelve o'clock now, but the quarrels next door show no signs of calming down, and the content of the quarrels has turned into rotten grains, almost all of which are extremely trivial and trivial things in life.

Zhuang Die rested his arms on his pillow, and heard the noise that seemed to be close to his ears, and sighed: "No wonder."

When he got this one-time skill experience card, he still felt a little strange why the effective duration of the skill was not marked on the experience card.

Now the answer is very clear - there is no need to set a time limit for a single experience card of this skill.

How long it can last depends on when the experiencer is too noisy and turns off the skill by himself.

Zhuang Die was operating the backstage, and was about to turn off the high-decibel continuous live broadcast of the radio station in front of his ear, but his movements suddenly paused.

... Although the quarrel continued and even intensified, it seemed that he hadn't heard the scuffle from next door for a long time.

Not only that, there is something even weirder—these two voices are one high and one low, one fierce and the other cowardly, but the content they say is becoming exactly the same.

But even though they said exactly the same content, they still quarreled fiercely, as if the content of the quarrel was no longer important, and only winning the other party was the most important thing.

While continuing to quarrel meaninglessly, the two walked towards the door, pushed the door open with a creak, and left the room.

Zhuang Die got out of bed, turned off the main light in the room, went to the door lightly, and opened the door a little.

Curiosity is probably one of the commonalities that human beings can never get rid of.

With the addition of eavesdropping skills, Zhuang Die heard at least five or six rooms making actions similar to his own.

Through the crack of the door, a figure was elongated by the light from the corridor, shaking and "walking" towards the stairs.

The reason for adding quotation marks is because his body has been completely twisted and tied together, which makes it difficult to accurately summarize this action with a certain word.

Even a top jiu-jitsu performer would probably find it difficult to pull off this pose.

His two hands crossed from the back of his neck and tugged at his collar, he opened his mouth and bit the flesh of his shoulder forcefully, bent his body at an unbelievable angle, and glared at his back.

...but even then, at least one purpose was completely consistent in that body.

He stumbled towards the wooden stairs, and soon fell because he couldn't maintain his balance, bumping and bumping all the way, but the sound never stopped.

……

"They want to leave the hotel."

Zhuang Die wrote the last line of records in the notebook, tapped the paper twice with the tip of the pen, and raised his hand to gently close the door.

So far, Zhuang Die has not collected enough evidence to point out that this is the price of making a sound after twelve o'clock-but combined with the guest instructions given by the hotel, he seems to have a vague understanding of "being friendly with roommates" "The intention of this reminder.

"If you have a dispute with your roommate, the price is that you have to fight forever, and you can never be separated..."

Zhuang Die muttered silently and closed the notebook.

Both legs were numb from squatting, Zhuang Die propped himself off the ground, raised his hand and closed the door.He was about to move slowly and stand up, but suddenly stopped.

There are people in the bathroom.

He just turned off the main light in the room, leaving only the bedside light and the bathroom lighting, and the room was relatively dark.

In this case, the light in the washroom becomes especially noticeable once it is blocked.

Zhuang Die quietly took a few steps back.

There was more than one person in the room, and the other party seemed to have noticed this, and reached out to turn off the light in the bathroom.

After the lights went out, the man still cautiously stayed in the bathroom for a few seconds before trying to open the door and walked in lightly.

Zhuang Die supported the ground with one hand and adjusted his breathing slowly.

The little curly hair on his head was about to turn into tin foil, but the expression in his eyes was terrifyingly calm.He took out the notebook with one hand, and slid it under the bed along the floor, so as not to accidentally drop it and make too much noise during the fight.

The man's reaction was extremely quick, and when he sensed that Zhuang Die was ambush behind the door, he instantly grabbed Zhuang Die's arm firmly and twisted it backwards.

Zhuang Die turned around, but in the middle of the turn, his legs bounced up with momentum, and he put his head firmly on the opponent's jaw.

The man didn't seem to have expected Zhuang Die's response, he was stunned by the blow for a few seconds, and the strength in his hand didn't relax unconsciously.

Taking advantage of the slow movement of the other party in pain, Zhuang Die has already grabbed the other person and fell on the nearest bed, covered the other party's mouth tightly, and fumbled with one hand to turn on the light.

The person who came in was firmly pressed by Zhuang Die's collar, and his first reaction was to raise his hand to cover Zhuang Die, and whispered in a breathy voice: "Don't talk..."

When the main light was turned on, both of them unconsciously froze.

Ling Su was pressed on the bed, the collar of his shirt had been completely handed over to him, and the little curly-haired knee was firmly pressing against his ribs threateningly.

Zhuang Die's left ankle was held by Ling Su, and almost half of his face was covered by Ling Su's left hand.

All his strength was on Ling Su's body. Looking at the captain who suddenly appeared in the bathroom of his room, he stopped in time and blinked twice.

Ling Su still hadn't figured out what happened, he was hit hard by Zhuang Die's blow, and now he was still a little dizzy, so he subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed the little curly hair that was close at hand.

……

Zhuang Die breathed a sigh of relief.

He let go of the hand that was ravaging the captain's collar, got off Ling Su, picked up the notebook on the ground, and took the backpack to the bed along the way.

Zhuang Die opened his backpack and found him a pair of soft-soled slippers of the same style as his own.

Ling Su was stunned for a few seconds.

He looked at the slippers that Zhuang Die took out, sat for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and smiled, with an uncontrollable soft warmth in his eyes.

Ling Su put on his slippers and went to close the door. He straightened his collar with his hands up and whispered, "Little Curly..."

Zhuang Die turned on the reading light by the bed, quickly raised his hand and gestured to zip his mouth shut.

Ling Su immediately understood, nodded, and took the notebook handed over by Zhuang Die.

Although both of them were careful enough, they couldn't judge how quiet they needed to be after twelve o'clock. According to Zhuang Die's habit, it would never be wrong to follow the rules with the strictest standards.

Borrowing the reading light by the bedside, Ling Su carefully read Zhuang Die's records in the notebook, took the pen handed by the other party, and wrote down the situation on his side succinctly.

Ling Su arrived about an hour earlier than Zhuang Die.

He also tried to leave directly, but for some reason, there seemed to be an invisible barrier at the door, blocking him in the hotel.

Ling Su tried persistently at the door for 10 minutes, but found that he couldn't even get a hair out, so he had to turn back and go through the check-in procedures, and got the room card for Room 21 on the fourth floor.

Compared with Zhuang Die's encounter after entering the door, Ling Su's challenge is much simpler - he just met a neighbor who walked into the wrong room.The other party had a violent and aggressive personality, and fought Ling Su when he came up, but he couldn't listen to him at all, so Ling Su had to change to a more effective communication method and sent the other party back to the original room.

The man lived in room 424, and had a roommate who looked exactly the same but had a much better personality than him.

The roommate kept apologizing to Ling Su and promised that similar accidents would never happen again. Hearing that Ling Su was a new resident, he even gave Ling Su a resident guide as an apology.

Ling Su had been trying to find Zhuang Die's room, but he didn't care anymore after he roughly memorized the contents of the guide.

He remembered that he put the guidebook by the wall casually, and suddenly remembered it at twelve o'clock tonight, and wanted to read it again to make sure, but found that the guidebook had disappeared at some point.

……

Zhuang Die took out his guidebook and raised his hand to draw a question mark.

Ling Su took it over and looked at it carefully, and took out the thin printing paper inside.

The guide he got was just a thin sheet of paper without an outer book cover, but the contents of the two were the same, and the paper quality and printing details of the printed paper were exactly the same.

Zhuang Die turned to the next page of his notebook and wrote a line: "Captain, how did you get here?"

Ling Su shook his head.

In fact, he wasn't quite sure which behavior triggered this unexpected teleportation.

At [-]:[-], Ling Su recalled Zhuang Die and the low-rent apartment living experience he had taught him, so he squatted next to the hair dryer in the public bathroom for a while and guarded Zhuang Die.

Five minutes later, Ling Su returned to his room, pushed the two beds together and lay down.

He turned off the lights at exactly twelve o'clock, and suddenly found light leaking in from under the floor, so he leaned over to the gap in the floor and observed the room downstairs.

……

Zhuang Die took a deep breath and pressed his forehead.

Now he finally vaguely understood how Ling Su collected fifty complaints and left from the radio station carrying his bedding.

Zhuang Die withdrew the non-existent rules, turned over another page of notes, and leaned against the head of the bed with his knees hugged: "The neighbor in room 424 sounds very similar to my next door."

"Assuming it's the resident in the same room, I live on the fifth floor, why did I see what happened on the fourth floor?"

"The captain appeared in my bathroom, does it mean that the different rooms are actually connected?"

Zhuang Die tapped his notebook: "Very reasonable."

The reason why it is specifically stipulated not to move the furniture randomly is that the furniture may have played a role in concealing the abnormal passage between the rooms.

And it is specially marked "Only have the room corresponding to the room card", in order to prevent the residents from being unable to distinguish their own room after an accidental connection, and can reconfirm according to the number on the room card as soon as possible.

"If the guess is true, the last two rules in the rules are actually to avoid accidentally entering other people's rooms."

Zhuang Die connected several circled clues, and then crossed them out one by one: "Affixed to the wall or close to the gap in the floor may cause this situation to happen-this possibility is random? Or is there any pattern? Is the room number some kind of hint..."

His thinking stopped suddenly, and he raised his head unconsciously.

Ling Su sat sideways on the side of the bed, checking the blue and purple blood on his ankle, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Before finding out the identities of the two parties, Ling Su did restrain Zhuang Die's ankle.But he has a sense of measure in his strikes, and immediately withdrew his strength after recognizing Zhuang Die, so it shouldn't be like this.

Ling Su put down Zhuang Die's trouser legs, imitating his movements, and lightly drew a question mark on Zhuang Die's palm.

Zhuang Die's palm was a little itchy, so he grabbed it and squeezed it.

He pointed to the bathroom, raised his hand to gesture a huge monster, and made a gesture of flushing.

The bruises were supposed to be from an ex-roommate who tried to snatch his feet away.

There was no obvious feeling at that time, although there was a little pain when walking around later, Zhuang Die didn't care too much.

If it wasn't for Ling Su's discovery of the abnormality during the inspection, he would not have noticed it himself, and there were such obvious traces at that time.

Zhuang Die rubbed the bruise casually, then retracted his legs and curled up under him.

He didn't pay much attention, spread the notebook between the two of them, lay down and quickly wrote a few words: "Leave it alone, I have discovered something."

Ling Su twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly, raised his arms to wrap around Zhuang Die's body, and moved sideways.

Zhuang Die leaned in Ling Su's arms, and he felt a lot more comfortable. He simply put the notebook on Ling Su's lap, and wrote and drew quickly on the paper.

Ling Su couldn't help lowering his head, and leaned over to watch together.

Zhuang Die held the pen and drew a straight line on the paper with his bare hands.The small curly hairs on the head moved lively with the movements, and occasionally rubbed against the neck, causing a slight itchiness.

Ling Su slowly saw what Zhuang Die was painting. The other party was trying to combine the positional relationship of these three rooms.

Ling Su added a few words softly, correcting his position on the floor more accurately.

Zhuang Die also heard other people's corners for the first time, and when he wrote it down in his notebook, he still blamed himself, and the tip of his pen hesitated for a while.

"You were gathering intelligence."

Ling Su bumped heads with him, correcting Zhuang Die's erroneous views solemnly: "It's meaningful to listen to the corner."

Ling Su added quietly: "This kind of behavior is very efficient. Compared with lying on the floor, it can understand the surrounding situation more directly, so that our eyes will not be blinded..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Su's expression suddenly became condensed, and he raised his hand suddenly, and lifted the quilt to cover the little curly hair.

Zhuang Die also noticed something strange, and lay motionless under the quilt.

Ling Su's scalpel turned in a circle in the palm of his hand, he stood up between his fingers, and walked over lightly.

He was wearing the soft-soled slippers given by Zhuang Die, his feet were so soft that there was no sound, he walked to the wall calmly, and suddenly stretched out his hand without warning.

An incredible change took place on the wall in an instant.

Ling Su's outstretched hand accurately grabbed the collar on the opposite side of the wall, and pulled in the young man who was listening to the corner of the opposite wall, and the sharp scalpel blade was already attached to the man's neck.

Seeing the blade so close at hand, the young man's face paled instantly, and he tried to escape with all his hands and feet, but found that the wall had turned into a solid piece again.

The young man was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

He didn't dare to move, he leaned against the wall, stared at Ling Su and stammered, "You, you said just now, the corner of the wall is—"

"Discuss according to the situation, only he is meaningful."

Ling Su squatted down and lowered his voice.

His tone was very kind, and the blade in his hand gently touched the other party's collar: "Tell me, why do you listen to his corner—what do you want to do by stealing other people's privacy in the middle of the night?"

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