"I am 'Murder Hotel' —"
The last few words became lighter, further away, and blurred. Their shadows were scattered by the sudden clap of thunder that pierced through the night sky.
A bolt of lightning flashed, and the motel in front of her was suddenly illuminated. Ten rooms were tightly shut, and a woman's joyful laughter could be heard coming from one of the doors. An old Ford was parked crookedly in the parking lot, and the driver's door was wide open.
"Who is it?" A man's almost crazed scream was vaguely covered by the buzzing sound of the TV news from an unknown room. It was relentless. "Who did it? Who? Come out! "
While Lin Sanjiu was still in shock, the scene of the motel under the night sky, the white and ferocious lightning, and the lone red beverage vending machine in the shadow of the first floor … Just like how it came, it abruptly disappeared from her mind.
"Nice to meet you."
It was only then that Lin Sanjiu heard the second half of the man's sentence clearly.
Lin Sanjiu blinked her eyes. She felt her heart racing, but the shocking scene had already disappeared. Only then did she break out in a cold sweat.
"What I saw just now is the Murder Hotel Pocket Dimension, right?"
"Could it be that this is the" name card "of the Pocket Dimension? Once the Pocket Dimension announces its name, she can recognize it and see its contents?"
"We don't need to announce our names between Pocket Dimensions."
After listening to Lin Sanjiu's description, the man in the red t-shirt didn't seem surprised. Lin Sanjiu still found it hard to call a person a hotel.
"We only need to look at each other, and we can roughly know each other's type, content, and mode … It's a little like what you saw just now. I didn't expect that announcing my name would have the same effect when facing a human. "
The effect should be much weaker when facing a human.
At the very least, the scene that Lin Sanjiu saw just now didn't contain a lot of information. It wasn't even as much as the four words "Murder Hotel". It was more like watching the trailer of "Murder Hotel" and experiencing the atmosphere of "Murder Hotel".
The man in the red t-shirt was obviously very satisfied with himself. He was very interested in talking. He pointed to his feet and said, "Look, this Pocket Dimension creature isn't wearing shoes, right? Because he was barefoot in the motel room. Look at my ten fingernails. Don't they all have a dark yellow color? Because that's the color of the walls in ten hotel rooms. "
Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at him as he gestured. She looked at him from head to toe for a while.
According to him, the red T-shirt was the symbol of another dungeon creature, and the special stain on his body was an important clue to survive the dungeon. He said that if someone who participated in the "Slaughter Hotel" saw him, they would feel that he was full of familiar details and aura because he was not a simple dungeon creature — he was the dungeon itself.
After he introduced himself, Lin Sanjiu felt that she could call him by his real name.
"You didn't answer my question directly." She tried her best to calm down and repeated, "Why would you, a pocket dimension whose goal is to capture and kill evolved humans, want to help me?"
Slaughter Hotel was silent for a few seconds.
"When I was outside, I was driven by my instincts to run the instance dungeon, which led to the death of the posthumans … Just like a computer program, I can't control how it moves. This is not the same thing as me voluntarily capturing and killing posthumans. When I faced you here, I realized that since I don't have to run the instance dungeon, I was temporarily freed from my instincts. This made me feel relieved. "
Lin Sanjiu raised one of her eyebrows.
He waved his hand and said, "Don't misunderstand. I don't cherish the lives of posthumans or feel guilty. Whether you live or die means nothing to me. The reason why I felt relieved was that I finally had a moment of freedom from this forced existence … Generally speaking, a pocket dimension of a former human would have this kind of feeling more often. "
She couldn't help thinking of the truck driver who had to repeatedly circle a few streets in search of his prey.
"If I attacked you here, even though there was no need to, it was a little like … How should I put it? It was like I had been a slave to my instincts for a long time. When my master was not around, I continued to enslave myself. So, I didn't do it to help you. I just wanted to find more possibilities for myself to exist. "Slaughter Hotel shrugged and concluded.
Lin Sanjiu thought for a while and finally nodded. She agreed with this statement.
"Of course, there are many pocket dimensions here that completely embrace their instincts and are not human before," he added. "Other than that, I think there are many pocket dimensions that believe that humans should not exist in this place … If they found out, I really can't tell what they would do to you."
"If a pocket dimension attacked me, how should I fight back?" Lin Sanjiu asked.
Slaughter Hotel rubbed his chin as if he found it hard to answer. "To be honest, I can't think of anything. As a low-level creature, what can you do? Even if your evolved ability and Special Item can still be used, they won't work on us. If you don't believe me, you can try. "
As he said that, he stepped out of the parking lot and stood in front of Lin Sanjiu. He leaned forward.
"I'll try."
Lin Sanjiu summoned a [Ghost Art] that she had never used before. She unfurled the canvas. No matter how she slapped it on Slaughter Hotel, the [Ghost Art] was like an ordinary painting. It didn't react to her at all.
Slaughter Hotel placed his hands on his hips. Without any hesitation, he urged her, "Is there nothing else? This thing is specially designed to absorb people, right? No way, we are not humans. We are just humanoid characters … If I want to, I can also be a red beverage vending machine. However, it's more convenient to be in human form, so everyone chose to be in human form. "
Lin Sanjiu waved her hand dejectedly.
It wasn't the problem of being human or humanoid. She could feel that the Special Item was as calm as a rock when they were facing Slaughter Hotel.
When faced with a pocket dimension, could she and Puppeteer really only be a piece of fish on a chopping board?
"Since you know that you are in danger, why are you still staying here? The earlier you leave, the better. Why did you look for the lake pocket dimension? Was it just to jump into his arms? "
Even though Lin Sanjiu had a lot of questions about this place, Slaughter Hotel also asked her one after another. "Also, how did you get in here?"
Lin Sanjiu smiled bitterly. It would be great if she knew how to escape. She was still hoping that Puppeteer could provide her with some ideas.
After thinking for a while, Lin Sanjiu changed her way of asking. "What might the pocket dimension do to me?"
"Huh?" Slaughter Hotel was stunned.
"Didn't you say that the other pocket dimensions might do something to me?" Lin Sanjiu asked, "What can the pocket dimension do?"
Slaughter Hotel frowned and replied in a low voice, "… … That should depend on the instance dungeon. Some pocket dimensions, like the one I met during the conference, are a maze.
They make people think that they are walking towards the exit through rational analysis, but in reality, they are walking step by step towards the death zone at the heart of the maze. If the information labyrinth wants to do something to you, I guess it will use words to slowly turn you into its puppet. However, you won't notice it at all because you think that you are thinking clearly all the time. "
"You guys talked about how to harm people during the conference during the Pocket Dimension?" Lin Sanjiu shuddered.
Slaughter Hotel chuckled. "We don't need to talk about that. We know it just by looking at each other. What we talked about … I can't express it in human language. "
"If there is a chance in the future, you can try to tell me." Lin Sanjiu asked again, "What about the other pocket dimensions? For example … that lakeside pocket dimension? "
"Him? I think he is similar to me," Slaughter Hotel said, "They are all pocket dimensions that are governed by a set of rules. The posthumans kill each other. We don't take part in them. So, in this type of pocket dimension, after it captures you, it just doesn't let go. "
Lin Sanjiu was shocked. "And then?"
"What will happen to a human who is trapped in a pocket dimension?" Slaughter Hotel asked, "Of course, in the end, you will become a pocket dimension creature."
'How long has it been since Puppeteer was trapped?'
"To be honest, I need help," Lin Sanjiu lowered her voice and said anxiously.
Slaughter Hotel gave her an "I knew it" expression.
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