The Basic Law of the Routine of the Infinite World

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"This...where is it?" Xiu Yan stood up with his head supported, and then, what caught his eye was a room that looked like an old hotel.

He was covered with a slightly yellow quilt, the surrounding white walls were dirty, and the corners were even covered with cobwebs. This room had no windows, and on the ceiling was an incandescent lamp emitting a dim yellow light.

The light was very dim, and it could be seen that the light bulb had been used for many years.

The bed that Xiuyan was on was made of iron, and the iron bars at the head of the bed were stained with rust.

The whole room has a rundown feel to it.

"I...why am I here?" Xiu Yan lowered his head, frowning and thinking: "I think about it, oh! That's right!"

Xiu Yan suddenly realized, and memories flooded into his mind.

"Damn, I almost forgot that I was on the run." Xiu Yan lifted the quilt and stood up: "Zhou Hao, right? A very smart guy who can actually find me." After speaking, he opened it and put it on the table In my memory, Xiu Yan chose to run away after completing his punishment plan. On the way out of Los Angeles, his powerful anti-reconnaissance ability found the policeman hanging behind him, and then it was a battle of wits. A brave escape.

Today is the one hundred and thirty-eighth day that Xiuyan escaped.

He found this hotel last night, a hotel in a small county town in a mountain village.

"Bah!" As soon as the bottled water was entered, Xiu Yan spit out the water in his mouth, twisting his facial features together: "What kind of taste is this! It's so fishy!"

Xiu Yan wiped his mouth and put the water bottle in his hand in front of him.

"tick"

The sound sounded, and I saw a dark red drop of water falling into the mouth of the bottle, and it spread out in the water like ink into the water.

"tick"

The sound sounded again, and the dark red water droplets fell again.

"Above...?"

Xiuyan's face was already full of solemnity, and he slowly raised his head and looked towards the ceiling.

ps: There may be so much today, I guess the people who want to make the real version are on their way.

Miscellaneous talk

The world is full of states, the world is cold and warm, if you ask what is the stupidest thing in this world, then my answer should be... a trip if you say go.

Seriously, this is the dumbest way to travel I've ever seen!

Of course, it may be because I don't understand Wen Qing's heart, but, but this is fucking stupid!

Or, the person who said this is definitely the kind of European emperor?I'm not saying that they won't meet bad people, but a very practical thing - can this group of people buy tickets if they can!

If I say that these people are not bad money, or they are not embarrassed, let them go to the train station for more than ten hours, and make sure that they will not be hypocritical when they go back.

Well, I'm not saying this because I'm on a trip...it's coming home, and I'm suddenly in the mood to go home.

And then be educated by this transportation system.

I swear, I will never have the sudden thought of going home again in this life!

Absolutely not!

If there is a time machine, I must travel back to 24 hours ago, and then pull up the sleeping dream and slap him with a big ear scratcher: "Let you fucking play literature and art! Let you fucking play and go home. !"

From Meng Jing Zen who went crazy at the train station express!

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Xiuyan raised his head slightly, but found nothing but heavy dust on the ceiling.

When he lowered his head, the colorless mineral water in his hand had now turned bright red.

"Huh~" Xiu Yan looked at the bottle of mineral water in surprise, put it in front of his nose to smell it, and said in surprise, "It's really blood."

He shook his head slightly and put the mineral water on the table, but he didn't panic at all, but muttered to himself: "Well, an inexplicable bottle of mineral water turned into blood, if it wasn't a supernatural phenomenon, then someone was there. Poisoned in the water."

With that said, Xiu Yan walked towards the door, muttering, "I bet this door will never be opened."

Turning the handle, the door does not move.

Xiuyan tried pushing and pulling the door again, but to no avail.

"Eighty percent of the supernatural phenomenon." Xiu Yan stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows: "Of course, it is not ruled out that I entered a fantasy for some inexplicable reason, but I always feel that there is a lack of memory in my memory. A lot of stuff."

As he spoke, Xiu Yan stretched out his hand and shook it, the feeling of emptiness in his hand made him frown slightly: "No...there should be something in his hand."

However, the situation in front of him was that he was locked in the house, Xiu Yan simply turned around and checked the details of each one in the house.

He lifted the quilt first, and a damp, musty smell hit his face.

"I swear, I definitely didn't choose this broken place." Xiu Yan pinched his nose and touched the quilt, but of course he found nothing.

Then, he looked under the bed again.

But under the wire bed there was nothing but a thick dust of fingers.

After reading it here, Xiu Yan moved his gaze to the table. Apart from the bed, there was only one table left in this room.

On the table was Xiuyan's bottle of blood-like mineral water, as well as these magazines.