What's Wrong With Being A Salted Fish?

Don't Open Your Eyes at Midnight 6

"Now that you're awake, let's go out for a walk?" Wen Chuan extended his hand to invite Lin Zhuo.

Lin Zhuo hadn't come back to his senses yet. He leaned over and lay on his knees, saying blankly, "Brother, do you want to date me?"

"No, just looking for clues." Wen Chuan shook his head, his voice cold.

Lin Zhuo didn't want to pay attention to him, so he turned his head and replied in a muffled voice: "Oh."

"Are you going?" Wen Chuan asked again.

"Brother, you are quite fierce." Lin Zhuo looked up at him, only to see that the other person's expression was a little impatient.

It's strange, I always feel like I've forgotten something.

Lin Zhuo no longer looked at Wen Chuan, but was lost in thought.

What did I just dream about?

Lin Zhuo always felt as if someone was asking him for help, but was the other person really a human? He had forgotten.

"If you're not leaving, I'm leaving." Wen Chuan packed himself up, holding the Tang sword in his hand, and prepared to go out.

"Go ahead." Lin Zhuo was still in a daze, his eyes were dull and he didn't even blink. He got up from the bed in this state.

He looked down at himself and saw that he was wearing a pure white lace dress.

Lin Zhuo couldn't help but wonder: Is this really his clothes?

"Brother, don't you think it's a little weird of me to behave like this?" Lin Zhuo called out to Wen Chuan who was about to leave.

Wen Chuan looked him up and down, and said in a very subtle tone: "What's so strange? Don't you always dress like this? You look neither male nor female."

Huh? He's so weird, why is he talking to me like this?

Lin Zhuo felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't understand why Wen Chuan spoke to him in that manner, but at the same time he didn't understand why he felt hurt by Wen Chuan's words. When did he become so fragile?

"Hurry up, stop dawdling." Wen Chuan said, then opened the door and walked out, then closed the door with a bang.

Lin Zhuo stood there in a daze for a moment, not knowing how to react; suddenly he felt a little cold on the soles of his feet, and when he looked down he realized he was not wearing shoes.

He searched for a while, but only found a pair of furry slippers, and he didn't know what they were made of.

But he had no other choice, so he put it on and walked out of the room.

The corridor was quiet. Wen Chuan had gone nowhere, leaving Lin Zhuo alone with the dim lights.

Lin Zhuo walked slowly along the corridor. He didn't know how long it had been before he was still standing in the middle of the corridor. However, for such a long time, he didn't even see the red-painted stairs connecting the upper and lower floors.

How long have I been walking? Why haven't I met anyone?

Lin Zhuo looked back and saw that the corridor became unfathomable. The dark yellow light illuminated a very limited area, while the rest was pitch black. The same thing happened when he turned around and looked forward.

At the same time, Lin Zhuo discovered that all the rooms in the corridor had disappeared, and the windows in the corridor had also disappeared.

Lin Zhuo was the only one in the airtight and unfathomable corridor, and he felt terrified as he watched all this.