Chapter 264 Martin's Morning
Chapter 264 Martin's Morning
"You, are you awake?"
Xia Yubing's eyes wandered away from Ning Zhe. She felt a little guilty and surprised. Was the sleeping pills so ineffective? How come she woke up not long after falling asleep?
Obviously, she can sleep through the night every time she eats...
"How long have I slept?" Ning Zhe asked.
"No, it wasn't long." Xia Yubing quickly replied: "From the time you fell asleep to the time you woke up just now, the whole process was probably less than 3 minutes."
Ning Zhe frowned, looking oddly, "So I just fell asleep for less than 3 minutes and you couldn't help but ride on my neck?"
Xia Yubing avoided his gaze and didn't dare to reply. The blush on her face spread from her cheeks to her ears.
"Forget it..." Ning Zhe didn't care about these details. He had more pressing things to think about now.
My luck was not good this time. I died not long after entering the castle. I was killed as soon as I landed.
From the time Ning Zhe opened his eyes in the library, drew a map, and scouted the environment, to the time the two ghosts opened the door and entered the library one after another, and then to his own death, Ning Zhe felt that at least 20 minutes to half an hour had passed, but Xia Yubing said that he had only fallen asleep for less than 3 minutes.
"This is not right..." Ning Zhe leaned on the pillow, his expression becoming solemn.
The last time he entered the castle as Cynthia, Ning Zhe first climbed up the tower to observe the environment. After arriving at the execution ground, he went back to the tower to get the flint to light the corpse oil lamp. Then he carefully explored the lecture room, walked through the flower garden path and entered the cleansing hall. After escaping death next to the bath, he met Bai Zhi... and finally died in the lobby on the first floor of the bell tower.
Ning Zhe survived in the castle as Cynthia for a long time. According to his own body feeling, it was about 3 hours. After waking up last time, Ning Zhe also asked Xia Yubing how long he had slept. The answer he got was about 4 hours.
"The time I survived in the castle as Cynthia is roughly the same as the time I slept in reality."
"But this time I spent more than 20 minutes, almost half an hour, in the library as Gazza, while I had only fallen asleep for less than 3 minutes in reality."
The difference between the two dreams is so huge. Is it because the flow of time in the library is different from that in other places in the castle?
Or is the difference caused by the different identities entering the dream?
Or is there any other reason?
There are too many variables to regulate, and Ning Zhe was confused, but couldn't find a definite answer for a while.
Time confusion is not a rare phenomenon in strange events. For example, in Hejia Village, Yanglao Village, Zanju Town... Ning Zhe has visited many strange places where the timeline is out of touch with reality, but this time is different.
In the past, the strange place was out of sync with the real world, but this time, the speed of time flow changed in different parts of the same area, which Ning Zhe had never encountered before.
Ning Zhe glanced at Xia Yubing, who was quietly putting on his pants next to him, and said, "Help me get the tablet."
"Okay, okay..." Xia Yubing blushed as she helped him get the tablet on the bedside table. Ning Zhe woke up the screen and clicked on the structural diagram of Vanessa's Castle again, and began to focus on memorizing the spatial structure around the library.
The sleeping pills he had taken before were still taking effect. Ning Zhe handed the tablet to Xia Yubing after not looking at it for long and fell into a deep sleep, feeling a little heavy.
He has died in that castle three times. It is known that the process and principle of Bai Zhi's "inspiration" pulling people from their dreams into strange events are similar to strange things such as "descending spirits" or "ghosts". Ning Zhe cannot enter the dream as himself, but will randomly replace a witness of the strange event and be involved in it.
The number of people who witness a strange event is limited.
Or to put it another way, there are a limited number of players available for each spooky game.
Ning Zhe now doesn’t know if there are any living people in Vanessa for him to "descend". If all the "players" are dead, what will happen if he falls asleep now?
Will he fall asleep normally? Or will Bai Zhi's inspiration drag him into another strange event?
With such doubts, Ning Zhe's consciousness fell into a deep sleep in a daze.
In the pitch-black darkness, the sense of smell awakens before the sense of sight. The smell of stale wood drifts into the nose, awakening the tired brain.
When he opened his eyes, he saw darkness all around him. Ning Zhe subconsciously wanted to stretch his limbs to feel the surroundings, but his hand was blocked before he could reach out. The movement of his shoulders was restricted by the narrow space. He raised his legs and kicked the wooden lid covering him, which seemed to be a coffin lid.
"The birth point this time is in the coffin?" Ning Zhe felt the soreness and weakness of this body. He reached his hand down to his lower body and felt around, but felt nothing.
Oh no, it’s another female.
Except for extreme cases like Xia Yubing, the physical strength of most women is not as good as that of men of the same level. This is a natural disadvantage. If they encounter things that require strenuous exercise or lifting heavy objects, women's bodies will suffer.
But since I'm already here, what else can I do? Ning Zhe stretched out his hands and pushed the lid of the coffin above his head upwards, but the lid didn't move at all, and it was sealed very tightly.
After thinking for a while, Ning Zhe knocked hard on the lid above his head with his knuckles, and the wooden board made a crisp "dong dong dong" sound.
"Fortunately...he hasn't been buried yet." Ning Zhe breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he was going to die again.
If the coffin had been buried in the ground, then he would have only heard dull thumps when he knocked on the lid. But now that the sound was clear, it meant that the coffin he was lying in had not been buried in the ground, but the lid had been nailed shut. So there was still room for maneuver.
He held his head with both hands to protect it, then twisted his body and used the inertia of the swing to shake the coffin. With a clang, the coffin fell to the ground, and Ning Zhe's posture changed from lying flat to lying on his side.
Ning Zhe slowly turned his body in the narrow space, curled up his stretched legs little by little, put his back on the bottom of the coffin, stepped on the coffin lid, and used all his strength to kick open the coffin lid that was nailed to the coffin. The iron nails were pulled out of the wood one by one, making a sharp sound that made one's teeth ache.
Bang—another kick, the coffin lid fell to the ground, and a woman in red climbed out of the overturned coffin, the skin on her face was as white as paper.
People who have been in a dark environment for a long time will not be able to open their eyes when they suddenly see a light source because they cannot adapt to the bright light. Ning Zhe held on to the coffin with both hands and barely sat up. It took him almost a minute to adapt before he slowly opened his eyes and saw the green ivy all over the wall.
And a spear pointed at his heart.
"Ao, Aurora?" The man holding the spear looked at Ning Zhe who was sitting on the ground with vigilance, his voice trembling: "Is it you? Aurora?"
(End of this chapter)