Meanwhile.

"What......?"

I changed into pajamas, took a cup of night, and was walking to the transparent bridge in the bedroom and was stunned.

The pale blue drink in the cup was shaking.

Whispers rang in my ears.

[You suddenly feel like you're ordinary.] 】

The transparent bridge brings up the vision window, no message is coming, and no background program is open.

The whispers still rang in my ears.

[Ordinary like most people.] 】

Transparent Bridge's brows furrowed, and his gaze swept over the familiar living room.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the dusky sky resembles a sandstorm and the pale blue sunset is exactly the same as usual.

The living room without lights is a little dim, and the housekeeper robot stands upright by the wall, and the standby indicator flashes.

[There are some little cleverness, and there are only a few. 】

Am I in the game? The transparent bridge frowned even deeper.

Confusing the game with reality, After Sleep is a violation of Petra's edicts.

[You sit down on the couch and gradually remember something. 】

You are eager to walk on the edge, eager to explore the unknown. But you can't make up your mind to take that step. 】

The whispering voice seemed to be demagogic, and the words didn't make Transparent Bridge think. His brow was still furrowed, and he tried to pull out the game menu - no surprise nothing happened.

The cup in his hand was slightly lowered, and then it was raised again, and he drank it all.

So you're an ordinary person. 】

The taste is no different from usual. On the contrary, I feel more because of careful taste.

The transparent bridge slightly released his palm, and half a cup of the night god fell from his fingers and smashed on the surface of his feet.

The liquid toppled onto the floor, and the glass glass rolled out not far away.

The pain of the heart.

Not in the game...... Did you have auditory hallucinations? Or is it a virus in the horizon?

Horizon hacking is a cliché, but no one has ever succeeded. This can be ruled out.

The butler robot on the side of the wall activated, emitting an old-fashioned synthesized sound: "Miss, do you need help?" ”

The transparent bridge said: "Deal with the floor." And also...... Help me make a doctor's appointment. ”

Now, here's your chance. 】

……

Mu Su walked out of the eighty or ninety steps.

Now, every time he goes down the stairs, he needs to put the oil lamp next to him, and put his body down by grabbing the edge of the stairs with both hands.

As we go deep underground, the ambient temperature gradually decreases.

Goosebumps got on the bare skin.

Bang –

Mu Su let go of his hand and landed on the next step.

The echo travels far away.

He stood on tiptoe, reached out to hold the bottom of the oil lamp, and shook it down.

The high staircase resembles a stone wall. Obscuring the view from looking up.

He couldn't see the way he came.

[At some point, you suddenly realize that there is no point in trying to see if you can climb up. Because there will always be a staircase, and if you go down, you can't go up again. 】

Mu Su opened his mouth and wanted to mock the other party, all relying on his brain. In the end, I couldn't say it.

The other party has been laying the groundwork for so long, how bad it is to ruin the atmosphere.

[But you have curiosity, you have no other way. You can only go down. 】

As the steps get taller and wider, they widen. Otherwise, Musu is likely to be planted because the steps are too narrow.

[The lights are getting dimmer.] 】

Mu Su, who heard the prompt, subconsciously looked at the lantern.

There was only one layer of black kerosene left inside, and the tongue of fire in the lampshade weakened at a very slow rate.

Sooner or later, it will go out.

Mu Su moved down a few more steps. His movements became slower and more laborious. Not only because of physical exertion, but also because of the gradually rising steps.

Bang –

Mu Su landed on the next step, and he stood on tiptoe to reach for the oil lamp, and felt empty.

[You can't go up.] 】

Whispers are like triggers.

"Want you to talk nonsense?" Mu Su's nature gradually became irrepressible.

He bent his legs and jumped up with force, slapping the oil lamp. The latter staggered and plunged down, and was caught by Mu Su, who was in a hurry.

Suddenly you heard something. 】

Mu Su took a few breaths, lay on the edge of the steps, and listened attentively with bated breath.

[You can't help but listen, and gradually, something comes from the darkness that seems to be an abyss. 】

When Mu Su couldn't tell what the voice was, Whisper had kindly hinted at it.

[The sound of the waves at the bottom of the pit that only has the tide seems to be not too far away from you.] 】

Seeing that he was close to the bottom of the pit, Mu Su looked uplifted, bit the handle of the lantern, and grabbed the edge of the steps with his repeated skills, and then let go.

Smack-

The sticky touch of the soles of my feet came through my shoes.

A layer of silt appears underfoot. Mixed with seaweed and scales.

Mu Su sniffed suddenly.

A strong fishy smell creeps into the nose.

……

[You walk to the bedroom, and in the dark you feel that the key to everything is there. 】

Transparent Bridge hesitated slightly, picked up her glass water cup and walked upstairs to the bedroom, she wanted to see what the purpose of this sound was.

Subconsciously, she suspected that she was still in the game. But she wasn't sure yet.

Pushing open the door, there is a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows opposite the door, and the desolate scenery of Mars comes into view, and scattered round buildings are scattered across the land. Half of the blue sunset vanished into the distant hills.

[You suddenly notice that there are three more things on the table at some point.] I couldn't help but walk over. 】

Transparent Bridge looked at the three extra things on the desk and walked closer.

She was pretty sure none of those three things existed in the house, and she had never seen them.

A yellowed diary, a diary with a white cover, and the pages of the paper were damp and glued together. and a report.

The transparent bridge reaches out to the report closest to the hand.

[The pages of the wet diary are about to rot, so you subconsciously pick it up and open it carefully. 】

The hand resting on top of the report froze, and then moved to the white-covered journal and opened it.

Scribbled handwriting appears on the paper.

The cigarette in my hand was smiling at me. It's raining again, it's raining loudly, it's louder than yesterday. They floated out the window and asked me to go out and play. I closed the curtains, it was a trap. The claws under the bed were stretched out again, and I set the Orion on fire, and he was laughing happily, and the room was bright, and the claws were retracted again. Fire is important, and the absence of light is dangerous. The light is bright, and the darkness is black. The shadow was scurrying around, I harpooned it, and it was honest. The bed was dozing, I was sleepy, and so was the Orion. I climbed into bed and the bed pushed me down. The sweater is snooping in the closet, it's knitting sweaters again, I can't wear it, it's for other sweaters. There was a knock on the door, and the alarm clock returned. I told it to hurry up, or it wouldn't dawn, it wanted my eyes, I gave it, he lied to me. It didn't go, and it was dark all the time. It hid and wouldn't let me find it.

……

After reading one page, the strange description made her a little chilled, and she was more puzzled.

She gently scraped through the glued paper and flipped to the second page.

Stay where there is light

Stay where there is light

Stay where there is light

Stay where there is light

Stay where there is light

Stay where there is light

Stay where there is light

Stay where there is light

Stay where there is light

Stay where there is light