It's dawn.

The morning beams shone through the gaps of dark clouds and shone into a dilapidated and dim room.

It only lasted for a few seconds, and the light was hidden behind the clouds again.

The light was short and the room returned to darkness, but it was enough to awaken the sleeping people.

A figure on the bed made some movement.

The body lying on his side stretched out and opened with his eyes. A pair of scattered black eyes slowly became condensed and had a focus.

The dark eyes, as dark as the deep sea, swept across the ceiling full of spider webs.

The figure sat up and the black tie slid down from the shoulders.

A pair of eyes swept through the dilapidated bedroom that seemed to have not lived in for a long time, and slightly condensed when it touched the cabinet door in the corner.

Lu Li subconsciously took out his phone, the screen lights up, and it is turning on.

Waiting for the process of booting up, Lu Li was immersed in his mind and opened the ghost messenger book in his heart.

The word "Ghost" is almost completely red, and the progress bar is almost completed. Perhaps Yang Chunxue can successfully advance within an hour.

After putting together the ghost messenger book, Lu Li began to carefully recall the details of what happened last night.

He didn't forget anything, and he still remembered all the weird and weird events that happened last night.

It's not an illusion, nor a dream.

In other words, it doesn’t matter whether it is an illusion dream, what is important is what Lu Li encountered.

But the experience in the cabinet was really weird, like a dream or a fantasy, and at the last moment, Lu Li poured a pot of spiritual chicken soup...

The cabinet door was tightly closed, and the sound of the whimpering wind came from the gap, as if it was blowing to Lu Li on the bed, but the ends of his hair did not float up.

The phone is turned on and enters the desktop. The display time is 5:53.

Time has no special meaning.

Of course, you can forcefully add three numbers and then get 13... but it's too far-fetched. Just like it's so far-fetched that the Internet vocabulary 666 and Satan are secretly collecting beliefs together.

When he pulled out the address book, he stopped his fingertips when he slid to Da Liu and his party, he fell into deep thought.

Lu Li did not notice the yin energy throughout the whole process in the strange space. The crazy and weird aversion inside made Lu Li guess that it might be related to the "door". Contacting Liu seemed to be the best choice, but... he didn't know how to describe this matter.

I broke into a strange space, and a prompt was written on the wall to tell me how to deal with the next road. It also told me not to stay up late, not to indulge in fun, read more and eat healthy...?

Liu may think that Lu Li is a lunatic.

and……

Are cabinet doors also considered doors?

The screen was dim and Lu Li didn't press his finger.

He wanted to know more about that space, but he didn't plan to take risks again.

In his contemplation, he looked up at a corner of the ceiling.

Lu Li, who noticed something, got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom, then went out into the corridor.

Dada dada--

The sound of going upstairs came from outside the door that had never been closed. After a moment, the footsteps came back.

Click—

Close the door, Lu Li carried a ghost on his neck and walked to the bedroom and let him go.

"There is one thing you want to do." Lu Li said calmly.

"Boss, please let me go. I'm straight, I'm not good at speaking, I can't serve people!" The ghost in a youth-like manner, dressed in a plaid shirt and casual pants, trembling all over, shaking like a sieve.

Lu Lizhi continued, "There is a staircase extending downward in the closet, I need you to go in and explore the way."

"Hmm? You're not going to get on..." The young ghost stopped trembling.

"What?" The black eyes fell and looked at the remaining terrified eyes.

"It's nothing, I thought the master caught me..." The young man asked tentatively: "Will I die if I go..."

"I don't know, but you will die if you don't go." Lu Li lifted up his coat and revealed the handle of the gun.

Is it a gun!?

The young man's heart trembled. His unchanged mentality made him subconsciously feel fear. The next moment he realized, why are he a ghost and afraid of guns? His hunched body was straight and he was about to speak, but suddenly he remembered Lu Li hitting the door and pulling himself in and pulling himself into the scene, and his straight body hunching up again.

The young man whose mentality changed several times had no desire to resist and had to nod his head with a bitter face.

Lu Li didn't care about its changing emotions, and came to the closet and said without looking back: "I'm called the time floor in it for the time. Each floor is 30 minutes apart, which means that your time will increase by 30 minutes to the next floor. Your starting floor is 12 o'clock, and the next floor is 12:30, and various prompts will appear on the wall, you need to pay attention--"

The voice suddenly disappeared, and Lu Li kept silent and began to think.

What I experienced was obviously a day I took from my childhood. The situation varies from person to person, and its experience may not be the same as myself.

Lu Li changed his next words: "In short, pay attention to the prompts on the wall. If you encounter the corresponding trouble, follow the prompts. Once the wall starts to remind you a lot of "good night" or some behavior, do as it says. And, don't go back - unless the prompt on the wall asks you to do this."

Holding the cabinet door with both hands, Lu Li finished talking about all the precautions and turned his head to look at him.

"Did you remember?"

The young ghost stood attentively and saluted: "Although it sounds quite confusing...it is guaranteed to complete the task!"

The dust that had been covered for a long time fell, and the young ghost swallowed, and the cabinet door was pulled open by Lu Li's hands.

The moment the cabinet opened, a bloody color shot out from it, turning into a shadow and heading straight for Lu Li's face.

In the flash of lightning, Lu Li's pupils shrank into needles, and it was too late to block the ghost hand—

But in an instant, the blood-colored afterimage stopped in mid-air, revealing its distorted original appearance: a blood-colored tentacle.

There are only home clothes and folded quilts in the closet.

The staircase of time is gone.

Lu Li's gaze focused on the blood-colored tentacles that were twisting in front of him.

That weird space...is related to blood-colored tentacles?

Hehe, hehe—

The rooster crowed and heard nowhere. Lu Li took out his cell phone thoughtfully and looked at the time, 6:01.

Listen carefully, the sound of the wind in the room no longer exists.

In the ghost young man's eyes, a canned bottle floated out of thin air on the bedside table, floated in front of Lu Li and opened the lid by himself, put the blood-colored tentacles into it, and then tightened the bottle cap.

Withdrawing the Yin Qi, Lu Li caught the canned bottle containing the blood-colored tentacles and looked at the ghost beside him.

It has no resentment or malice, it is just a ghost that appears due to various accidents.

"You can leave now, remember to abide by the law."

"I promise to be a good ghost!" The young ghost who trembled again promised loudly, turning around and leaving slowly, as if worried that he would take out his gun when he turned his back to Lu Li...

Behind him, Lu Li lifted up a corner of his coat, raised his hand to touch his waist... and took out his cell phone.

Lu Li has never killed innocent people for his own selfish interests.

Although this is his job.

Dongdong--

The energetic blood-colored tentacles kept hitting the bottle body.

The address book was slid to a certain page by Lu Li and then dialed.
Chapter completed!