"Soul Apostle, what the hell is it?"

The only tumbling consciousness in Zhu Linglu's mind was this, and during the time when he had almost completely lost the ability to think, the only awake consciousness in his mind was thinking about this.

As his consciousness was sucked into his laptop screen, he felt as if he had entered a passage like a cosmic black hole, which at first looked pitch black and nothing, but in an instant it seemed as if he could see countless stars flowing around him.

If he still has a brain, then his whole brain has a tingling and swollen feeling, as if something is being poured into his brain.

That is, after two or three seconds, Zhu Linglu's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be thrown into a ball of light, which was a warm and humid feeling, which made him quickly sense the existence of his body again.

But before he could react, his body slammed forward as if something had been spit out.

fell on the ground in a dog-crawling style, Zhu Linglu almost fell to the ground with five bodies, touched the ground with both hands a few times, and couldn't get up for a while.

As if the body didn't belong to him, or maybe he didn't have complete control of the body.

As the tingling and swelling in his brain eased slightly, but he felt motion sickness again, Zhu Linglu reluctantly propped himself up with his hands, retched a few times against the ground, and exhaled a few more breaths before relieving himself.

Now that his consciousness had finally returned to normal, he slowly supported the ground with his hands and feet, got up from the ground, turned his head to look around, and he seemed to be in a strange room.

This room looks quite tidy, but it should have been uninhabited for a long time, and the floor is full of dust, so Zhu Linglu, who has just thrown himself to the ground, is covered with dust all over his body, and he looks very embarrassed.

Sunlight is streaming in through the window on one side of the room, so you can tell that it's daytime.

This inevitably reminded Zhu Linglu that he was not at home, after all, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, so Zhu Linglu understood at the first time that everything he encountered was true.

Unless I've just fainted and I'm dreaming now.

But this is by no means a dream, Zhu Linglu can still feel the pain caused by hitting the ground all over his body when he was just spit out by something, maybe his forehead is wrapped.

Glancing at his body, Zhu Linglu secretly screamed bad luck again.

Originally, he had just taken a shower at home, comfortable in front of the computer, ready to code words on the Internet, although he was a little stimulated, he could be self-explanatory, and finally he could convince himself.

Even if there is only ten dollars left around him, there is a way to live after all.

But now, where is he?

glanced at his body, and was still wearing the clothes he had originally worn at home, cotton wool pants, long-sleeved **, and a casual suit on his coat.

Originally, in the world where Zhu Linglu was located, the temperature in Hangzhou City at the beginning of November was about 16 degrees, so wearing such an Internet code word would not feel too cold.

But who would have thought that he would have a good time on the Internet at home, and then his mood fluctuated, and he would attract something, and then he was tempted again, and he reached out and pressed on the computer screen, and he came to this place in a daze.

I don't have this kind of psychological preparation at all, can I say that I am crossing now?

"Damn, what the hell is the Soul Apostle, it looks like a vacant foreigner's bedroom, well, the temperature seems to be about twenty degrees! But it seems to be quiet outside, strange, why is there no sound at all? Is it an empty city? ”

Zhu Linglu let himself slowly calm down and began to analyze the situation he was facing now.

Now the room he was in had about twenty square meters of space, and he was like a terminator, spit out of thin air in the room, the only thing was that he was still wearing his original clothes.

I don't know if the guy who sent him here did it on purpose, or what, there was a double bed to his left, why didn't he let him fall on the bed, and just threw him on the floor?

Although the bed is also covered with a layer of dust-proof white cloth, the white cloth is also dusty, and falling on it should also make Zhu Linglu dusty, but at least it won't hurt so much.

Because the room is not very spacey, there is not a lot of furniture in the room, like many bedrooms, there is a wardrobe on the wall side, a bedside table and a lamp on either side of the bed, and then a dresser by the window on one side.

Of course, all the cabinets, like the beds, were covered with a dust-proof white cloth.

On several walls in the room, there are framed photographs of the family and a single family photo, which, from the content of the photos, should be an ordinary white family, parents in their thirties, and two teenage children.

Judging from the thickness of the dust on the ground and those dustproof white cloths, it can be inferred that the family has been gone for a long time, but when they left, they were very calm.

On the right hand side of Zhu Ling Road is the room window, an ordinary aluminum alloy sliding door window, and the curtains are cloth curtains, which add a sense of warmth to the room.

Zhu Linglu opened the curtain and looked out carefully.

You can see that opposite my building, there is also an old-fashioned apartment building, which is very similar to some American and British apartment buildings seen in TV and movies.

The most distinctive feature of this apartment building is that there is an iron staircase for fire escape on the exterior wall.

According to the floor of the apartment building opposite, it can also be roughly deduced that the floor of the room where Zhu Linglu is now located is about the seventh or eighth floor.

These two apartment buildings belong to the street frontage, and you can see the first floor of the apartment opposite, with all kinds of shops, but just like Zhuling Road felt strange just now, there is no one on the street, and the environment seems desolate and lonely.

It's like a long time when no one has lived, or rather, it's been an abandoned community.

Although Zhu Linglu is an otaku with code words, but code words also need to read all kinds of information, at least he knows that when encountering this kind of incident, he must first calm himself down, which he seems to have done very successfully now.

Then it's time to observe, figure out where he is, and then decide what to do, which Zhu Linglu is working on.

The nature of otaku is that when you are alone, you can calm yourself down quickly.

After observing like this for a while, Zhu Linglu felt that he was safe in this room for the time being, so next, he needed to figure out what had happened to him.

So Zhu Linglu calmly turned around to the side of the bed as if he was at home, and sat himself down.

Slowly took a few deep breaths, stretched out his hand and patted his head, Zhu Linglu knew that what he encountered was not like an ordinary crossing, what was sent to him, it was impossible to throw him here for no reason.

Since there is also the title of Soul Apostle, I guess I want him to do something......