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On the fifth floor, Qin Ange took the key, and Qin Ange opened the door.

With the dusk coming in through the locked windows of the kitchen, you can see the dust floating in the air.Facing the door, there is a beautiful clock hanging. Lin Xiayang doesn't seem to have seen it in Qin Ange's house before.

Lin Xiayang waved his hand in front of his face: "It's only been a few days, why is it so dirty?"

There was more dust on the floor, as if a thick layer of dust had already accumulated, and when I walked over, I left footprints one by one.

Qin Ange: "The speed of time is different. It may have been several years here."

Lin Xiayang closed the door. He was a little hungry and wanted to find something to eat.He walked to the front of the refrigerator first and opened the upper shelf of the refrigerator.

In the center of the fresh-keeping layer of the refrigerator, a glass of watermelon juice that was already covered with green bacteria was placed, and the smell was also slightly sour. Lin Xiayang instantly lost his appetite and closed the door with a "slam".Qin Ange leaned against the door and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Lin Xiayang thought that he was Qin Ange's family after all, so he might be able to find something edible to fill his stomach, so he nodded shyly.

Qin Ange rolled his eyelids: "Be hungry."

Lin Xiayang: "!"

In this situation, there is nothing to say.Qin Ange tidied up the sofa. Now no one cares whether it is dirty or not. He connected the signal cable to the TV, turned on the TV, and sat on the sofa.

Lin Xiayang hasn't given up yet, he opened the door of the room and looked around for food. He always felt that the biscuits hidden by Qin Ange hadn't expired yet.He wandered around, but this time he really didn't find anything, and maybe because Aunt Jin hadn't come back for a long time, Qin Ange's room turned into a utility room.It is estimated that before the accident in Beiwan community, Qin Ange might have gone to live in the master bedroom, Lin Xiayang guessed.

Lin Xiayang angrily sat back beside Qin Ange, and said unconvinced, "Why don't you even eat instant noodles?"

Qin Ange was holding the remote control and turning the station quickly, but there was no sound and the picture was still.

Lin Xiayang glanced at the time in the upper right corner, 17:34.

Qin Ange said: "There is a bag of pork and half a bag of quick-frozen dumplings frozen in the freezer."

Lin Xiayang's eyes lit up.

Qin Ange continued: "It should be dead by now, I'm afraid you'll feel sick when you smell the smell."

Lin Xiayang: "..."

He didn't have anything to eat, and Lin Xiayang was also bored. He watched Qin Ange stop the TV station on football news.

Lin Xiayang asked: "What's wrong?"

Qin Ange's expression did not reveal what he was thinking about, but his eyes seemed thoughtful.

Qin Ange: "I'm looking at the specific time when this place fell into the supernatural geomagnetism."

"I have a little impression of this game." Qin Ange: "It was the afternoon we moved out of here."

Lin Xiayang: "What's wrong?"

Qin Ange said: "Maybe it's nothing. If I have the chance, I want to go to Wang Fei's house in Building 19, and have a look at the reality of his TV. Then go to another district, the Beiwan community we went to this morning."

Lin Xiayang was a little confused: "Isn't the flow rate of time different, so wouldn't the time beating on the TV also change with the flow rate of time?"

Theoretically so.

Qin Ange: "But the environment here will obviously not be the same as when we left that afternoon."

"For example." Qin Ange got up, walked to the refrigerator, and opened the refrigerator again.

Qin Ange picked up the stinky glass of watermelon juice and said, "This example is that I don't like watermelon. I didn't put this glass of watermelon juice in."

He opened the door of the refrigerator, held the glass of watermelon juice and walked to the kitchen sink. Lin Xiayang stood behind Qin Ange and watched Qin Ange pour the whole watermelon juice into it.Due to the precipitation of time, the juice at the bottom of this glass of watermelon juice has turned into a rotten flesh color.

"There are more." Qin Ange said.

He walked to the front of the refrigerator again, and Qin Ange signaled Lin Xiayang to cover his nose.

Qin Ange opened the freezer of the refrigerator.

A foul smell emanated, and the ice frozen underneath was not white, but black.

Qin Ange didn't use his hands this time, and the door on the first floor of the refrigerator opened automatically.

This smell even made Lin Xiayang's eyes hurt. He had already lost his appetite to eat when he saw Qin Ange pouring watermelon juice, and he almost threw up now.Lin Xiayang took two steps back, but he didn't dare to hide in the room directly: "Qin Ange, what is this?" Just now Qin Ange clearly told him that it was frozen pork and half a bag of dumplings.

Qin Ange was quite calm. The window facing the living room was unlocked, and the refrigerator floated.

Qin Ange immediately threw the refrigerator out.

The windows were closed and locked again.

Qin Ange: "Dead."

"A dead person who has been dead for a long time." Qin Ange said.

Lin Xiayang: "Huh?"

Lin Xiayang was surprised: "How can there be dead people here?!"

Qin Ange spread his hands and said, "So, this is Building 17, but it's not my house."

Lin Xiayang blinked, and suddenly thought of something.

After leaving the Beiwan community, they saw the mirror world, and they took it for granted that the two worlds were the same.Indeed, from the perspective of layout and layout, the two places are indeed exactly the same, but this is just the appearance.

Lin Xiayang became nervous instantly: "Go and see my house."

It was still light outside, but it was only beginning to show signs of night.

Qin Ange nodded, and they opened the door.If Qin Ange's thought power is effective in picking the lock, the lock will be opened with a thought.

It was the same as Lin Xiayang thought.

The room was uncluttered and tidy. All the corners were covered with thick cushions, and the floor was covered with soft carpets, but the things that had been brought to the new home by Lin Xiayang's family were still well placed.

There is a huge pendulum in the center of the living room, and the hour hand is still turning.Qin Ange looked at the clock in a daze, wondering what he was thinking.

Lin Xiayang saw his room with the door open... Maybe it can't be called his room anymore, but the layout and things inside are somewhat similar to his former room.But it's clearly not his home.

Lin Xiayang was terrified, he didn't dare to stay here for too long, so he wanted to drag Qin Ange back to the next room.

He pulled, but Qin Ange didn't move. Qin Ange said, "Let's go to the next room. Someone died in the next room. Something will come out at night."

Fearing that it would suddenly get dark, they changed floors almost immediately and went to the house on the fourth floor.

Lin Xiayang made a judgment: "If we can survive tonight, let's go to building 19 first."

For the rest, wait until I can live one thing at a time.

Qin Ange remained silent, but Lin Xiayang accepted it.

They didn't go into the guest room or the master bedroom, they picked one at random, and they sat back to back on the living room floor.

Because the light was like a torch to attract monsters in such a dark night, neither of them dared to turn on the light. After adapting to the gradually thickening darkness, Lin Xiayang gradually found that he could see things clearly in the dark.

The night was surprisingly long.

Lin Xiayang was idle and bored, and while being vigilant, he began to review what happened today in his mind.

After going through it once, Lin Xiayang's progress stopped at the corpse found in the refrigerator today.

Fearing that he would fall asleep, Lin Xiayang racked his brains to find something to refresh his mind. He asked casually, "The corpse is..."

Qin Ange blurted out, "You don't know him."

"The face of the corpse has been completely rotted and cannot be recognized."

Qin Ange paused, and he added something.

Lin Xiayang also paused: "Oh."

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