The thick gray fog is boundless and rolling.

Suddenly it was like a mountain collapsing.

Suddenly it was like a wave breaking into the sky.

It was as if everything in the world was being dissolved into the gray mist.

The pale golden light, which has no distinction between day and night, penetrates the gray fog and shines into the room.

Everything in the room has no shadow.

Feng Lan leaned on the large and comfortable chair, looking haggard and listless, staring at the pile of live broadcast props on the table.

On the desk, on the latest page of notes, scrawled:

"On the thirteenth day, I am really a living person, not a ghost without a shadow.

Damn it - it should be the remnants of other worlds, the foundation of other worlds.

The gray fog is getting thicker, and the pale golden light that penetrates the gray fog is declining infinitely. After shining into the room, the decline will stop.

Room is a node?

It exists like a little hand. It opens the door, touches my back, and plays with my live broadcast props. When the time is up, it closes the door and leaves.

There is no pattern at all.

It seems that the ‘door’ can only be sensed after I drink the wolfberry water in the thermos cup?”

Suddenly, the computer's power light started flashing and the 4k monitor lit up.

Feng Lan moved his eyes and looked at the computer and monitor that were turned on normally, with a numb and indifferent look on his face.

"The power cords of the computer and monitor have long been unplugged."

"The camera is not on?"

he said murmuringly.

A gentle breeze blew, mixed with the sounds of murmurs, chants, and mantras.

Fenglan pricked up his ears, closed his eyes, and listened carefully. Each clear word seemed to be repeatedly imprinted on the already existing memory.

The live broadcast props on the table were moved one by one, rearranged, and then placed.

Fourteen minutes later, the sound disappeared.

Feng Lan immediately picked up the pen and continued writing:

"On the fourteenth day, he didn't stroke my back, he just fiddled with the props.

Has there been a change? ”

He suddenly stopped writing, glanced around the room with his eyes, and wrote:

"What exactly is it?"

He thought for a moment, crossed out this sentence with a pen, and started to turn the pages of his notes forward.

Page 7, last line: "I am sure that there is a door, like the lost shadow of the door, invisible and intangible.

Just like the shadow I lost, I always feel that it exists in another way."

He immediately wrote on a new note page: "Today, it came without opening the door, but yesterday it left with closed door."

He stopped writing again, shook his head dissatisfied, and turned forward from page seven.

First page, first line: "When I woke up, the room was sealed in gray fog. The natural live broadcast effect was really interesting."

He turned back from the first page, and the first line of the fifth page read: "Today, I lost my shadow, like a ghost imprisoned in a cement tomb.

The thermos cup... began to produce water, which was a little sweet and very pleasant to drink... my source of life?"

He thought for a moment and continued writing:

"I am convinced that there is no possibility of escape.

Unless, it lets me go.

If possible, I would like to have a fair duel, like a knight in the Middle Ages, and die in a duel with honor."

After writing this line, he slowly put down his pen, carefully picked up the thermos cup, brought it to his mouth, and couldn't help but smell it.

“It smells so good.”

He quickly looked inside the cup and saw a cone-shaped bud growing on the wolfberry. It was crystal clear and light green dewdrops rolled down from the tip of the bud.

Fear was like ice, drilling into his heart and melting into his blood.

He stood up suddenly, looked around, and then sat down weakly. He glanced out the window with desperate eyes, and an even more desperate gray fog filled his sight.

After a while, Feng Lan's lips began to turn pale and chapped, and the corners of his mouth naturally tore into sharp angles on both sides.

"Alive."

He let out a long cry, like the howl of a trapped animal.

After three mouthfuls of water, the mysterious change on his mouth was extinguished like a flame and returned to its original state.

Immediately afterwards, the pores all over his body shone with a pale golden light, and the whole person turned into nothingness, just like a ghost from myths and legends.

The door is open.

Phew~, the wind rushed out, bringing with it a strange sound, leaving a pale golden afterimage in the room.

In his conscious mind, this action had been deduced and calculated countless times in his mind. He was so precise that he took the first step when the door opened. Those parts of his body exerted force at the same time, so that he could rush out in the shortest time.

Fenglan had rushed to the end of the corridor and saw a ray of sunshine full of vitality.

Suddenly, in the depths of my mind, a piece of eastern fish-white appeared, which was the scene of the sky before the rising sun.

Suddenly, a small hand hugged Fenglan tightly, making Fenglan unable to move.

After a while, two more small hands appeared and worked together to pull Fenglan back to the room.

The door is closed.

The light golden light on Feng Lan's body dissipated one by one, and he sat weakly on the chair as if he was about to fall apart. He held the thermos cup tightly in his hands, as if he was holding on to the source of life.

He recalled the situation just now, and immediately drank three sips of water, but nothing happened. He drank a few more sips, but there was no change.

Everything, nothing changes.

The oriental fish white in his mind could be seen clearly with his eyes, seemingly constant and within reach.

However, after staring for a little longer, unprecedented difficulties came over me.

He fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, the door was open, and the almanac hanging on the door was being blown by the wind.

The moment Feng Lan opened his eyes wide, he rushed out the door, and was bounced back with a bang. He rushed out again, and was bounced back again.

Feng Lan rushed out the door in a hurry. This time, he did not rush forward recklessly, but reached out and touched it based on memory.

In the corridor three feet away from the door, there is an invisible fence. It is indeed there when you touch it, but you can't see it.

Feng Lan almost rubbed his eyes, but still couldn't see. He held the railing with both hands and shook it vigorously, yelling, almost going crazy.

There was no response from everything around me.

Fenglan sat down on the ground, his blank eyes moving slowly.

The thick gray mist surged forward like a moving mountain, and then receded like a tide rolling back into the seabed.

The pale golden light that penetrated the dense fog was much darker than the impression, and much thinner than the remaining pale golden light in the room.

Feng Lan recalled the situation from the first day to today, and seemed to understand something - the changes in the room were directly related to the pale golden light.

He immediately walked back to the room. The crystal clear light green water in the thermos cup was about to overflow the top of the cup.

A small amount of the cup was taken into the stomach, and the whole body exuded a rich pale golden light. The whole person was emptied into nothingness and transformed into a lump of pale golden light that could be deformed at will.

Fenglan was very awake, more sober than usual.

Since I regard the thermos cup filled with wolfberry as the source of life, I can clearly see the abnormality every time I drink water.

Feng Lan walked out of the room slowly, walked carefully to the corridor, without any barriers, and successfully reached the end of the corridor.

The whole figure is like a pale golden mist, swimming lightly.

What's under your feet is not the original staircase of the small building, but a "cliff" with gray mist rushing over it.

The surrounding streets and buildings are all gone.

Even the other floors connected to the room are gone.

The room is like a "grave" floating on the sea of ​​clouds and mist, drifting alone.

In the gray fog in front of me, black fog began to appear, which was very vivid.

After a while, the black mist that violently shuttled through the gray mist faintly formed a circular door.

On the other side of the door, dark clouds were gathering, and among the popping sounds one after another, streaks of lightning appeared.
To be continued...