Chapter 251: Lantern

"Don't let it find you!"

"Don't let it find you!"

"Don't let it find you!"

The illusory voice, like the desperate groaning of a dying person, was hair-raising. Without any reason, without any justification, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe instinctively began to feel fear—fear that once 'it' found him, something irreversible would happen.

"Is this 'inspiration'? Am I dreaming?" Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe looked around. The visibility in the dim room was extremely low. Even if he lowered his head, he could only vaguely see the outline of his legs; everything further ahead was pitch black.

The temperature in the room was very low, only about 10°C. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe touched his chest. He was wearing a loose, baggy down jacket, with an old-fashioned wool sweater underneath. He reached into the inner pocket of the down jacket and touched a lighter and a pack of cigarettes.

*Click*—

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe lit the lighter. The flame dispelled the darkness, allowing him to see his surroundings.

He was currently in a small room of less than 30 square meters. What he was sitting on was a solid wood long table covered with stone slabs. The iron door was tightly closed, and the stone-brick walls were less than two meters high. There were no windows on the walls. This was a secret room.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe got off the table, stepped on the ground, and walked around the room holding the lighter.

The room contained: 1 wardrobe, 1 bedside table, 1 long table, 1 round table, 4 chairs, 2 stools, and a bed without bedding, bare.

Every piece of furniture was very old, emitting a damp, musty smell peculiar to rotting wood, and the styles were also very retro.

The door was locked from the inside and could be opened from the inside.

There were no electrical appliances in the room, and there were no traces of wiring on the walls. The only lighting facility was a kerosene lantern hanging by the bed, and some used Western-style tableware were placed on the round table: dinner knives, dinner forks, porcelain plates, etc.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe picked up the dinner knife and held it in his hand, lit the kerosene lantern hanging by the bed with the lighter. The room became much brighter, but overall it was still dim.

"Where am I?" By the light of the kerosene lamp, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe observed the room as a whole.

The cramped room layout, stone-brick walls, old retro furniture, no electrical appliances, the kerosene lamp hanging by the bed...

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe searched himself and found the wallet in his pants pocket. Opening it, he found: ID card, driver's license, visa, bank card, and a few Euro cash.

"So my identity now is a tourist?" Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe looked at the ID photo on the document, compared it with his current hairstyle and features, and basically determined it was the same person.

The layout of this room and the furniture furnishings had a very obvious old European style, which coincided with the contents of the visa.

A tourist entering Europe on a travel visa, driven by curiosity, stayed overnight in an old building of great age, and unfortunately got involved in a strange event—'it' was wandering around in this building, looking for living people. Once 'it' found them, some kind of irreversible, terrifying consequence would occur.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe roughly understood his current situation: "It's Bai Zhi's 'inspiration' that pulled me into this dream, and I was involved in this strange event in the identity of a tourist." His last memory was lying on the sofa in the VIP lounge of the Saint Abilon airship, wearing an eye mask and covered with a blanket, sleeping. And Bai Zhi's 'inspiration' only exerted its full effect in dreams.

It was just that Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe didn't expect that even if he fell asleep in the identity of 'Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe' himself, he would be pulled into a dream by Bai Zhi's inspiration.

"If I'm found by 'it' in the dream, what will happen?" Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe suddenly felt a bit curious.

There were a few similar questions, such as what exactly did this building look like? Were there other tourists here besides himself? And what was 'it' that wandered around looking for people?

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe took a deep breath, put the lighter in his pocket, reached out, and was about to take the lantern hanging by the bed into his hand.

"Wait." Suddenly, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe felt something was wrong and hung the lantern back.

He faced the lantern, stepped back two steps, and looked at the stone-brick wall in front of him thoughtfully: "The color of this wall... seems to be a little deeper than before?"

The four walls of the room were built with off-white stone materials. The cut-flat stone bricks were extremely consistent with each other, and there was no material like clay to fill the gaps between them. This was a symbol of the house owner's wealth:

—In ancient Europe, only noble masters had the ability to use good stone materials with regular shapes to build houses and castles that were tight and seamless. Ordinary people's houses could only use scraps with irregular shapes, so they needed clay mixed with straw to fill the gaps, or at worst, live in wooden houses directly.

Just now, when walking in the room holding the lighter, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe specifically observed and touched the walls here to find if there were any traces of wiring in the room. The rough and dry touch of the stone materials still remained on his fingertips, and the bright white color reflected by the firelight was also different from what he saw now.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe reached out and touched the wall behind the kerosene lamp.

Cold and damp touch, as if it had just rained. The water-soaked stone materials were still bright white, but the color was a few degrees deeper than when it was dry. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to see it at all.

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"The wall was dry just now, but now it's damp?" Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe frowned slightly, picked up the kerosene lamp by the bed, and held it in his hand: "Is it related to this lamp?"

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe held the lamp to his face and observed it. It was just a very ordinary lantern shape: kerosene was contained in the copper lamp base, the bright wick was covered by a glass lampshade to block the wind, the lamp base was connected to a handle for carrying, and there was a small gear on the right side of the base to adjust the size of the lamp light by controlling the immersion depth of the wick in the kerosene.

A very ordinary kerosene lamp. Whether it was the structure or the material, it was very ordinary. It was the kind that mine workers used to carry down the mine in the past.

Thinking about it, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe extinguished the kerosene lamp, reached out again in the dark, and touched the wall by the bed.

Cold, dry, rough touch occupied his fingertips, exactly the same as when he observed while walking in the room holding the lighter.

"It really is this lamp." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe understood some of the connections: "The firelight of the lighter didn't cause the state of the wall to change, but after lighting the kerosene lamp, the wall changed from a dry state to a damp one."

Does this have anything to do with 'it' that wanders around in this building looking for living people?

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe was pondering when suddenly, a rustling sound of footsteps came from outside the tightly closed door.

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