The high-cold character design collapsed again today [Unlimited]

Ning Zishan woke up from the cold again.

After losing consciousness last night, he has been lying on the cold floor until now.

It should be dawn, with light coming in from the window, accompanied by the familiar sound of rain, and the air is full of damp moisture.

Because of lying on the ground for too long, half of Ning Zishan's body was a little numb. He was paralyzed stretching the ground and finally sat up. The first thing he did was to look at the bed.

There was no "ghost" corpse on the bed, no severed head or blood on the ground, not even the ax and the broken wine bottles that fell on the ground, it was as clean as if nothing had happened.

Ning Zishan rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and stumbled out of the bedroom.

The living room has also been restored to its original state, there are no overturned tables and chairs, and no bloodstains from being dragged.

Ning Zishan's scalp exploded with a "hum", and he rushed to the sofa with an almost fluttering movement, and found the old schoolbag from under the sofa, the books, exercise booklets, including the invisible face The old photos are exactly the same as where they were yesterday.

He dropped his schoolbag and rushed into the kitchen again. In the cabinet next to the stove, he found a handful of dried noodles, a little rice, and a few shriveled cabbages. The way it was before one use.

It was like stepping into a puddle on a rainy day, and the cold chill crawled from his heels all the way to Ning Zishan's spine, making his skin crawl.

What the hell is going on with all this?Could it be that what happened last night was just a dream of his own?

No, no, if it was a dream, why would I wake up on the floor of the bedroom in the morning? You must know that under normal circumstances, I would never sleep in that room.

Ning Zishan forced himself to calm down and began to think about it. Yesterday morning, when he returned to 306, the room was restored to the way he saw it the first time he came... Could this mean that this tube building, with A certain time at dawn every day is the line, and it will be reset every day, just like the BOSS in some games, even if it is eliminated by the player, it will be updated regularly after a period of time.

In order to verify his idea, Ning Zishan went to the corridor first, and sure enough, he found the door key of 306 for the third time under the pile of broken flower pots. Of course, the one he put in his pocket last night had disappeared when he was unconscious. And fly.

After that, Ning Zishan went to the courtyard downstairs, and the rags he had turned over had returned to their place. Behind the pile of old furniture, he found an undamaged ax and a wooden plank.

Ning Zishan went back to the third floor, ordered a bowl of noodles for himself, and thought about summarizing while eating.

First of all, judging from the experience of the past two days, this tube building may indeed have a self-resetting function, but this function has no effect on me, otherwise I may not remember what happened two days ago.

Secondly, after the time is reset, what will happen is uncontrollable, or what happens here every day has a certain pattern, just like a machine with established procedures, and my own intrusion is like suddenly An abrupt instruction was entered into this machine, which changed the subsequent development.

For example, the eyeless NPC that appeared on the first day did not appear yesterday and today, and the subsequent development of myself in 306 and not in 306 at night is completely different.

But what is the point of all this?

Ning Zishan put down the bowl and touched his earlobe subconsciously. When he was with Ke Xu before, he always liked to rub his earlobe. Unknowingly, this action has been endowed with a kind of soothing magic power.

But last night was not nothing. At least I can be sure that there is no connection between killing the "ghost" and finding Ke Xu. Maybe I should focus on the dragged bloodstain tonight.

But before the night came, Ning Zishan felt that he should go to other floors of this tube building to investigate. The longer he stayed here, the stronger the familiar feeling in Ning Zishan's heart, but he just couldn't remember it. The reason, perhaps some hints can be found on other floors.

After making a decision, Ning Zishan went up to the fifth floor first. Looking down from the highest floor while holding on to the railing, the wet clothes hanging on the patio looked more like hoisted corpses. A penetrating aura.

Ning Zishan withdrew his head after just one glance, and involuntarily turned his attention to the first door next to the stairs with 502 written on it.

The door looked clean, although there were some stains, but it was much better than 306.

There are no broken flower pots by the door of 502, only a small foam box. By some strange coincidence, Ning Zishan bent down and lifted the lid of the foam box, revealing a pair of red lady sandals inside. Even the aunt who dances in the square can't wear it.

Ning Zishan hooked the sandal strap with one finger and picked it up, but there was nothing underneath, and he didn't find anything like a key. Then he picked up the foam box again, but still didn't find anything.

Ning Zishan put the foam box back in disappointment. It seemed that he was thinking too much. Not everyone would hide the keys near the door like Ke Xu's family did.

Looking down layer by layer, with the mentality of "being idle is idle" and "everyone is here anyway", whenever Ning Zishan sees something piled up next to a door, he can't help but look through it, trying to Find a key or something that will allow him to enter the house and have a look.

As a result, from the fifth floor to the first floor, Ning Zishan was neither "lucky" to enter a certain room, nor did he find a clue that gave him a flash of inspiration.

In fact, it wasn't nothing. At least after this trip, he was sure that there was no one in those rooms.

The NPC that appeared on the first day was just like the white child, and disappeared without a trace.

Ning Zishan felt that if he continued to stay like this, although he would not starve to death, he might be forced to suffer some sequelae from this lonely and depressing environment.

Ning Zishan sighed and walked in the direction of 101.

Because there is a small shop on the side next to the gate on the first floor, the layout is different from the upstairs. There are only 9 rooms, and the door of 101 is sandwiched between the corner of the small shop and the upward stairs.

However, the moment Ning Zishan stood there, a familiar feeling quickly flowed through his body again like an electric current. Unlike the previous ambiguity, this time Ning Zishan really felt a sense of familiarity. It seems that I have walked here more than once, pushed open this small door with peeling paint, and I can imagine what kind of furnishings are in this room without even looking at it.

——Floor tiles with diamond patterns, brown-red solid wood furniture, old TVs covered by tassels, Clivia with flower buds...

Before Ning Zishan had time to recall each of them in detail, he had already stretched out his hand towards the door.

This time, even without a key, the door was pushed open, like a secret that had been dusted for many years, opening a taboo embrace to Ning Zishan.

This is a very clean and tidy room, larger than 306. The floor is covered with non-slip tiles with diamond patterns. The TV was covered with a white fringed tarpaulin.

There are two pots of green Clivia on the window sill, and light orange buds have grown in the gaps in the leaves of one of the pots, as if it will bloom tomorrow.

All of this was exactly as Ning Zishan remembered!

So what the hell is this place?Ning Zishan frowned, the memories buried by time were about to break through the shackles and come rushing back, but there was a lack of such a finishing touch, which made every cell in Ning Zishan's body start clamoring for impatience.

Just when Ning Zishan was about to continue walking into the depths of the room, he seemed to have noticed something suddenly, he stopped and looked behind.

Outside the open door, the white child reappeared. His face still wore the smiling mask, and it was still so white that it glowed in the dim environment, making it impossible to ignore.

"I've been waiting for you," he said.

"You..." Ning Zishan turned to face him and asked hesitantly, "Are you Ke Xu?"

The child didn't answer, but just looked at him fixedly.

At this moment, Ning Zishan didn't know what happened, he just felt a wave of irritability ignited from his chest like a fire, his throat was immediately filled with a strange burnt smell, dry and bitter, he couldn't bear it anymore He stopped, walked up to the child in two or three steps, and reached out to grab the mask on his face.

The child didn't show any surprise or dodge, and then Ning Zishan saw his hand go through the child's head.

Ning Zishan's eyes widened suddenly, and he tried to make a grasping gesture with his hands again, but he still couldn't touch anything. The child was like a projection, or a ghost, visible but intangible.

Ning Zishan took half a step back, looking at the child with changing eyes, obviously he was able to hold hands last time, why couldn't he meet this time?

"Why don't you understand?" The child finally spoke, the voice was still Nunuo, but with an inexplicable sense of sarcasm, "If you want to find him, you must first find yourself."

Ning Zishan was startled: "Myself?"

"Does this look familiar to you?" the child asked.

Ning Zishan nodded.

"You still don't remember?" the child asked again.

"I..." Ning Zishan paused, and said angrily, "I always feel that something is about to come out of my brain, but I still can't grasp the most critical point."

So the child was silent, he walked in from the door, walked up to Ning Zishan's side, then waved to him, signaling him to squat down.

So Ning Zishan squatted down, making himself as eye-level as possible with the child, and then he saw the child take out a pendant from his collar, and then he took the pendant off his neck and put it in Ning Zishan. The son is good at the palm of his hand.

It was a white crystal safety buckle about the size of a one-yuan coin, cold to the touch, tied with a red string.

There is a wooden bead on the top of the safety buckle, and on that bead, Ning Zishan saw a small "Ke" character.

At this moment, the memory finally seemed to have found the key to open the gate, and couldn't wait to break free from the cage, turning over from the bottom of the memory accumulation, and those anxious familiarity were finally strung together by an invisible thread, because time It's too long ago, with an unreal feeling of suddenness.

Ning Zishan finally understood why he felt this place was so familiar, and why he was so special in Ke Xu's eyes. It turned out that all this was preordained in the dark, helpless, but extremely fortunate.