While the spirit game is in progress

After Ye Dill returned to the room, she lay down on the bed.

She was lying on her side, facing the wall, as if falling asleep silently.

But in fact, when she closes her eyes, the perspective of the replica appears in front of her.

The replica is advancing very fast, probably because it is not a real person, it has no real weight, it will not feel tired, and there is no need to think about whether it will be injured, just crawl forward at the fastest speed.

The ventilation duct connected to the vent in the medical room is much more complicated than the one in the small black room.

There will be a fork in the road after almost a short walk, and some fork roads are more than one, which is very complicated.

Even if the speed of the replica is so fast, I am afraid that it will not be able to go to all places in a while.

Fortunately, the replica doesn't need to eat or drink, and it doesn't feel tired. Even if you spend a few days exploring inside, there is no problem.

After about forty minutes, the replica completed the first path it chose, which was a dead end.

Following Ye Dill's idea, she wrote the word "death" on the inner wall of the dead end, and then re-selected the second road to continue walking.

The second road was not too long, and she had already reached the end in about 10 minutes.

Another dead end.

Then there's the third way...

Early the next morning, Ye Dill yawned with dark circles under her eyes while eating her sumptuous breakfast in the cafeteria.

Jin Xiaohua sat beside Ye Dill: "I said Ye Dill, why do you look like you haven't slept all night?"

Ye Dill took a mouthful of the sandwich and drank another mouthful of milk before slowly answering: "I was injured in a duel yesterday, and the wound has been hurting all the time, so I didn't sleep well at night."

"You are really delicate," Jin Xiaohua couldn't help muttering, "It's just a skin trauma, it hurts so much that you can't sleep, it must be because your skin is too tender."

Ye Dill glanced at Jin Xiaohua's dark and somewhat rough skin, and nodded: "Compared to yours, it is indeed tender."

Jin Xiaohua: "..."

Feel like you've been hit.

After a while, Jin Xiaohua regained her spirits, approached Ye Dill and asked softly, "I said, have you guys made any progress recently? I'm a little anxious."

"Even if you fail to 'break out of prison', you can still 'get out of prison' in three years, what's the rush?" Ye Dill looked at Jin Xiaohua, and said unhurriedly, "And you can't do anything else right now, no Urging can always be done, right?"

Jin Xiaohua curled her mouth, looking unhappy.

But she still fell silent and didn't speak again.

Ye Dill yawned again, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was about to fall asleep.

She stayed up all night last night, watching the situation from the perspective of the replica.

The replica took one night and walked about five or six ways, but in the end it was a dead end.

The only harvest is probably that one of the paths taken by the replica overlaps with the path that Bai Ke took from the dressing room of the banquet hall before.

That is to say, except for the passage of the small black room which is independent, the passage of the banquet hall and the passage of the medical room are connected.

Other than that, there was basically nothing to gain from the night.

Especially the road I walked in the middle of the night was as winding and long as the road in the small black house, and it took more than four hours to reach the end.

Now the replica is still walking in the ventilation duct, and she can see the situation in the ventilation duct as soon as she closes her eyes.