Chapter 251 Lantern
Chapter 251 Lantern
"Don't let it find you!"
"Don't let it find you!"
"Don't let it find you!"
The unreal sound was like the groaning of a dying person, which was creepy. For no reason, no excuse, Ning Zhe suddenly began to feel fear instinctively, fearing that once he was found by 'it', something irreversible would happen.
"Is this 'inspiration'? Am I dreaming?" Ning Zhe looked around. Visibility was extremely low in the dim room. Even if he lowered his head, he could only vaguely see the outline of his legs. Looking ahead, it was pitch black.
The temperature in the room was very low, less than 10 degrees Celsius. Ning Zhe touched his chest. He was wearing a loose down jacket with an old-fashioned wool sweater inside. He reached into the inner pocket of the down jacket and felt a lighter and a pack of cigarettes.
click-
Ning Zhe lit up the lighter, and the flame dispelled the darkness, allowing him to see his surroundings clearly.
I am now in a small room of less than 30 square meters. I am sitting on a long wooden table covered with stone slabs. The iron door is closed. The stone brick walls are less than two meters high and there are no windows on the walls. This is a secret room.
Ning Zhe got down from the table, put his feet on the ground, and walked around the room holding a lighter.
房间内摆放着：1架衣柜、1架床头柜、1张长桌、1张圆桌、4把椅子、2个板凳、以及一张没有铺着被褥的，光秃秃的床。
Every piece of furniture is very old, exuding the unique damp and musty smell of rotting wood, and the style is also very retro.
The door was locked but could be opened from the inside.
There were no electrical appliances in the house, and no traces of wiring on the walls. The only lighting facility was a kerosene lantern hanging above the bed. On the round table were some used Western tableware: knives, forks, porcelain plates, etc.
Ning Zhe picked up the table knife and held it in his hand, then used a lighter to light the kerosene lantern hanging on the head of the bed. The room suddenly became much brighter, but it was still a little dark overall.
"Where am I?" With the light of the kerosene lamp, Ning Zhe looked around the room.
The boring room layout, the stone brick walls, the old retro furniture, no electrical appliances, and the kerosene lamp hanging on the bedside...
Ning Zhe searched his body and found the wallet in his trouser pocket. He opened it and saw that inside were his ID card, driver's license, visa, bank card, and several euros in cash.
"So my current identity is a tourist?" Ning Zhe looked at the ID photo on the ID card, compared it with his current hairstyle and facial features, and was basically sure that it was the same person.
The layout and furniture of this room have a distinct old European style, which coincides with the content on the visa.
A tourist who entered Europe with a travel visa, driven by curiosity, stayed overnight in an old building. Unfortunately, he was involved in a strange incident - 'it' was wandering around the building, looking for living people. Once found by 'it', some irreversible horrible consequences would occur.
Ning Zhe roughly understood his current situation: "It was Baizhi's 'inspiration' that pulled me into this dream, and I was involved in this strange incident as a tourist." His last memory was sleeping on the sofa with an eye mask and a blanket in the VIP lounge of the Saint Ebilan airship, and Baizhi's 'inspiration' was fully exerted in dreams.
But Ning Zhe didn't expect that even if he fell asleep as "Ning Zhe" himself, he would be pulled into a dream by Bai Zhi's inspiration.
"What would happen if I was found by 'it' in my dream?" Ning Zhe suddenly became curious.
There are several similar questions. What does the building of Biru look like? Are there other tourists here besides me? What is the "it" that is wandering around looking for people?
Ning Zhe took a deep breath, put the lighter in his pocket, and reached out to pick up the lantern hanging on the bedside.
"Wait." Suddenly, Ning Zhe realized something was wrong and hung the lantern back.
He faced the lantern, took two steps back, and looked thoughtfully at the stone brick wall in front of him: "The color of this wall... seems to be slightly darker than before?"
The four walls of the room are made of off-white stones. The neatly cut bricks fit each other perfectly, and there is no clay or other materials to fill the gaps in the middle. This is a symbol of the wealth of the owner of the house:
——In ancient Europe, only nobles had the ability to use good stones of regular shapes to build tightly fitting houses and castles. Ordinary people could only build houses with irregularly shaped scraps, so they needed clay mixed with straw to fill the gaps. If they couldn't afford it, they would just live in wooden houses.
Just now, when Ning Zhe was walking around the room with a lighter in his hand, he specifically observed and touched the walls in order to find out if there were any traces of wiring in the house. The rough and dry feel of the stone still remains between his fingers, and the bright white color reflected by the firelight is also different from what he sees now.
Ning Zhe reached out and touched the wall behind the kerosene lamp.
It feels cool and moist, as if it had just rained. The wet stone is still white, but the color is a few degrees darker than when it was dry. You can't tell if you don't look carefully.
"The wall was dry just now, but now it's wet?" Ning Zhe frowned slightly and picked up the kerosene lamp on the bedside and asked, "Is it related to this lamp?"
Ning Zhe held the lantern in front of him and took a closer look. It was a very common lantern: the copper lamp base was filled with kerosene, the bright wick was covered by a windproof glass lampshade, the lamp base was connected to a carrying handle, and on the right side of the base there was a small gear that adjusted the light by controlling the height of the wick immersed in the kerosene.
It was a very ordinary kerosene lamp, its structure and materials were very ordinary, the kind that miners used to carry when going down mines.
After thinking for a while, Ning Zhe turned off the kerosene lamp, reached out his hand again in the darkness, and stroked the wall at the head of the bed.
A cold, dry, rough touch took over his fingertips, exactly the same as when he had walked around the room with the lighter in his hand and observed.
"It's this lamp indeed." Ning Zhe understood some of the connections: "The flame from the lighter did not change the state of the wall, but after the kerosene lamp was lit, the wall went from dry to wet."
Does this have anything to do with 'it' that's wandering around this building, looking for the living?
Ning Zhe was thinking, when suddenly, a rustling sound of footsteps came from outside the closed door.
(End of this chapter)