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Chapter 532 An unexpected gain

The room that changed my fate was located on the fourth floor underground. I was all too familiar with the crunching sound in my ears when I stepped on the decaying wooden stairs.

"Anchor, why do I feel like you have been to this place before? You look like you are familiar with the road." Truman followed me, and I don't blame him. Anyone who sees my behavior at this time will be confused.

This is a deep dream, a third world that no one can get out of, but I feel like I'm "going home". This is so abnormal.

"I'm not sure yet, but I've been to a place similar to here." Using the show mobile phone, I went straight to the fourth underground floor, holding on to the wall, and scanning the doors from door to door: " That’s right, the door numbers all start with four.”

Walking in the long corridor, after looking carefully, I gradually discovered the difference between this place and the lightless road in Jiangcheng. The first and most important difference is that there are many scars on the walls and doors. Fierce battles have taken place here.

"You can see traces of fighting everywhere. If this is really the former home of the underworld show, then who in this world has the ability to confront the show head-on." I squatted down, looked at the gap in the floor, and reached out to move I opened a piece, and there were only some gravel and rotten sawdust underneath: "I clearly remember that the cracks in the floor of that old house in Jiangcheng were all filled with insect corpses, but there are none here."

Not to mention living people, even the corpses of insects seemed to have been wiped away and cleaned completely, leaving nothing behind.

"What exactly happened here? With the power of the underworld show, will it be attacked?" With doubts, I finally walked to the door of room 444. The rotten wooden door and the lock were loose. Everything seemed so familiar.

"squeak……"

The door pivot turned and I pushed the door open inch by inch.

It looks like a red carpet woven from living people's hair, tables and chairs stacked together, and mottled walls. The scene in the house is no different from what I remember. You must know that I have received professional criminal investigation training and am very keen on observing details. But comparing this room with the room underground in Jiangcheng, all the details match one by one, and it is almost like the same place.

"Is the home of the underworld show really in the deep dream?" Walking inside, I soon discovered a different place, the innermost wall of the room, on the wall where the words "underworld show" should have been written. Now only four uneven walls remain.

I touched the exposed wall with my hand: "The words definitely existed, but they were scratched off little by little with a knife. The knife marks were very dense, and some of the scratches slid down symmetrically. It seemed like the other person was using scissors."

"Anchor, what was originally written on this wall?" Truman was curious about the words that had been erased on the wall and walked over.

"I can't say." I have an agreement with the underworld show, and I cannot take the initiative to expose the existence of the show. Including friends in the live broadcast room, they only know that they are watching a very thrilling live broadcast, and they only know my appearance, but I don’t know the mastermind behind the scenes, the real manipulator is the underworld show.

"Anchor, the two of us have gone through life and death, and we have entered a deep dream together, and you still keep it a secret from me?" Truman didn't care, standing in front of the wall, trying to guess the four words from the remaining traces.

"It's not that I don't know, it's that I can't tell." I shook my head and didn't care. I didn't think carefully about why Truman asked me this question.

I walked to the corner of the room and opened the side door. This is where I had my interview.

The black altar table was overturned and thrown in the center, with a few chairs scattered around it.

"Even this place was damaged." To avoid unnecessary trouble, I left the tables and chairs untouched and left them as they were.

"Anchor, your place is really nice. 'Thoughts' and those memory fragments don't dare to come in. It's just that I don't understand. We both entered deep dreams at the same time. How did you know that this place exists?" Truman chased after him. , I have always wanted to ask this question clearly.

I turned my head and glanced at Truman, but didn't answer: "Don't touch things in the house, this place may not be safe."

I entered the lightless neighborhood, seeking refuge was only secondary. The fundamental purpose was to find clues about the underworld show, regardless of whether I could get out. Now that I have entered a deep dreamland and luckily found a place that seems to be the home of a show, I must satisfy my curiosity and not come here in vain.

"There is nothing gained in room 444. I wonder if there will be clues left in the show in other rooms." This building has three floors above ground and I don't know how many floors underground. In Jiangcheng, I don't dare to mess around every time I come in. Run, afraid that if you wander around, you will run into some scary place.

But in the dream, I didn't have any worries. It looked like there had been a fierce fight here, and the "people" who were originally stationed here should have left long ago.

After leaving room 444, I turned to look at room 443 next to me. The person who handed me the note asking me to find Xia Chi was imprisoned in this room in reality.

"Go in and take a look." The door was closed. I shook it twice and found that the door lock was loose. I kicked it out and broke in.

"What the hell is this place?" The floor of Room 443 was also covered with a carpet that looked like woven hair from a living person. It felt strange to step on it. Once inside, the walls and roof were densely painted with strange red symbols.

"Anchor, leave quickly. Blood red is the worst color in dreams. Let's not go into this room."

Truman kindly reminded me, but I didn’t say anything. I used my discerning eye to observe, and suddenly found that when I scanned the phone screen, there were some reflective things on the cabinet in the corner: "You stay outside."

This was the first time I entered Room 443. This room gave people a very depressing feeling: "Room 443 in reality, there are a lot of people crowded in the room. No, they cannot be described as human beings."

When I came to the cabinet, I found the reflective object, a newspaper filled with glass fragments. Because the edges of the fragments were sharp, some fell out of the newspaper.

"This is it?" I was squatting on the ground holding a newspaper. I wasn't sure. "It looks like a broken mirror."

I tried to piece the pieces together, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't put them together. "Strange, what do these glass fragments wrapped in newspapers mean?"

A bag of glass shards appeared in the suspected show home. No matter how I thought about it, I thought it was abnormal.

I patiently looked at each piece of glass, and finally made a discovery. I gently pinched a fragment as big as a baby's hand with my fingers: "This piece is not glass, it is a fragment of a mirror!"

The mirror is a very special existence in dreams. It can describe events beyond the human standpoint with the help of human eyes. It is real and illusory. The world it reflects may be different from the world we live in. The legends about it have never stopped.

I looked through all the fragments and found only this fragment of a mirror. It was mixed in a pile of fragments and could easily be ignored.

"It is much heavier than ordinary lenses and has sharp edges. It should be part of a mirror." I pointed the mirror fragment at myself. At this time, something surprised me. The mirror fragment could not reflect my figure. !

"What's going on? This mirror is a bit unusual!" I quietly wrapped the mirror fragments in newspapers and put them in my pocket: "The show home in the deep dream has been abandoned, and there are traces of fighting everywhere. In the past, we had to abandon this place after encountering a crisis. It is possible that the original owner of the mirror fragments knew that he would not escape, so he mixed the lenses and glass and hid them here."

Compared to the entire underground building, Room 443 is just a very ordinary room. I can roughly guess why the other party did this.

"A mirror that doesn't reflect a human face is quite strange." I studied the red font symbols on the wall. It was very scrawled and it was difficult to see what was written. I tried to decipher it for a few minutes and finally gave up and walked out of room 443.

"Anything gained?" Truman put his hands in his white coat and asked casually.

"No, let's go look elsewhere." I patted Truman on the shoulder and looked at the stairs.

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