The light pierced the darkness. After his blurred vision adapted to the light source, the first thing he saw was a snow-white ceiling. It took Roland a few seconds to get rid of the dizziness. As his vision became clearer, he felt that something was wrong. [0↑ 9 △ small ↓ say △ net]
Where is this place?
He sat up abruptly and found that he was sleeping in a room that looked like a modern bedroom. There was a soft bed under him, a lamp and a drawer on one side of the bed, and a reddish-brown wardrobe on the other side. The dazzling sunlight passed through the blinds and poured evenly on the mat and his arms, making him feel slightly hot.
Damn it! Is the fight not over yet?
The drowsiness in Roland's mind suddenly disappeared without a trace. He rolled off the bed and reached out to summon a gun for self-defense, but after holding it for a long time, his hand was still empty.
His heart sank.
Could it be that... the rules of the battlefield have changed again?
If that was the case, it would be troublesome. With the skills and speed of a pure witch, he would only be beaten if they fought bare-handed.
Moreover, didn't they agree to use the most memorable scene as the fighting arena? He had no impression of this damn room at all!
Roland tiptoed to the bedroom door and put his ear to the door to listen for a moment. Intermittent sounds came from outside the door, as if someone was talking.
He carefully held the door handle and opened the door a slit. Outside was a more spacious room, which looked like a living room. Next to the empty sofa, an old desktop fan was shaking its head and making a buzzing sound. In front of the sofa was a coffee table and a wall-mounted TV. The picture was still flickering, so the voice should be coming from there. [0↑ 9 △ small ↓ say △ net]
Other than that, there was no one else in the living room.
Isn't this situation a little too strange?
Roland took a deep breath and slowly walked into the living room.
The red ribbon tied to the fan cover was fluttering in the wind, and the cool breeze made him feel refreshed. Only then did he notice that the room was a little stuffy, and the constant chirping of cicadas outside the window meant that the world was in the middle of summer.
There were a few magazines scattered on the sofa. Roland picked one up and flipped through it. The content was about fashion news and horoscope divination. The style was very immature, as if it was meant for a hairless girl.
His brow furrowed even deeper.
Regardless of whether it was his previous life or this life, he would never buy such a book. Clearly, this room did not belong to him.
At this moment, the news on the television attracted Roland's attention.
[Yesterday evening, an unknown explosion occurred in the city's university. A teaching building was destroyed. From the photos sent back from the scene, it can be seen that the entire roof of the building has collapsed. There are scattered glass shards all over the ground. What caused all this? Now let's contact the reporters on the scene. "
He could not help but open his mouth wide, almost unable to believe his eyes.
[Good afternoon, everyone. I am now next to the teaching building where the explosion occurred.] A female reporter appeared on the screen, and the building in the background was the battlefield where Roland and Zero had fought! [According to witnesses, the sound of the explosion was continuous, and the fire illuminated half of the sky. Fortunately, because it was summer vacation, there weren't many students on campus, so there weren't any casualties. At present, the police have completely sealed off the campus, and the students who stayed on campus have been moved to a nearby hostel, under the care of the teachers. But so far, the cause of the explosion has not been identified. "
[What do you think about this accident?] "
[I can only say that it is very strange. As we all know, it is impossible to install a natural gas pipeline in a teaching building, not to mention that the center of the explosion was on the top floor. The female reporter said in one breath, "Some people think that it was a plane crash, some say a small meteorite, and some even say that it was the arrival of aliens. Anyway, once the police have a definite conclusion, I will immediately report back. "
"Thank you." The host nodded. "Next, please look at the next piece of news. The summer is scorching, and the heat is unbearable. Students should be enjoying their long-awaited holiday life at home, instead of participating in various extracurricular classes. The Department of Education has issued a notice prohibiting the opening of classes. If you find such a situation, you can call the police to report... "
Roland did not listen to the rest of the content, his mind was filled with the scene of the collapse of the teaching building. Shouldn't the Battle of Souls be a fictitious illusion?! How is this possible?
After standing there for a long time, he suddenly realized something. He hurriedly ran to the door of the living room, opened the security door, and a wave of heat suddenly rushed into the room.
What appeared in front of him was a modern city!
In the distance, tall buildings rose one after another, connecting into a dense concrete jungle. Not far away was a busy street with endless cars and pedestrians. He was probably standing on the corridor of an apartment building. Looking back, he saw a golden nameplate "0825" hanging in the middle of the door, which was obviously made of low-quality material. If he was not mistaken, it should be referring to Room 25 on the eighth floor.
"Excuse me, please. Don't block the corridor, okay?"
Roland was slightly stunned. He turned his head and found that the door of his neighbor's room had been opened, and a middle-aged woman was staring at him impatiently. When he turned his body sideways, the woman snorted and walked past him. At the same time, a strong smell of inferior perfume floated into his nose.
"Really, not only do you not work in the daytime, but you also run around in a singlet and underpants. Don't you feel ashamed at your age?" The woman seemed to be talking to herself, and her voice just floated into Roland's ears. This skill was very handy for them.
Roland returned to the room and closed the door with a bang.
"Zero! Get out here! "
"Don't waste your time hiding!"
"Is this your new trick? Piecing together the things in my head? "
"Don't make me laugh. It's just an illusion!"
After shouting for a long time, there was still no movement in the room.
Roland grabbed the glass on the coffee table and smashed it against the wall. The glass instantly broke into pieces.
"This is how you won't let me go?" He sneered in his heart. "You want to trap me in this consciousness forever? You can't trap me, Zero! "
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately took action.
"Suppose this is another illusion similar to the Battle of Souls, how can I get out?"
Suicide was definitely the last option. Roland decided to start with a simple one — making them fall together.
He moved a few chairs and stacked them from big to small, with their backs facing the sofa. In this way, even if he failed, he would not be hurt.
After the setup was completed, he stepped on the shaking chairs and slowly climbed to the highest point. At this time, his head was almost touching the ceiling, and it was really scary to fall with his back facing the ceiling.
But now that Roland had even experienced death, and it was a different kind of death, this psychological barrier was no longer a problem for him.
Just as he was rocking the chairs back and forth, he heard the sound of the door being unlocked.
"Did the real owner of this room come back?"
Before he had time to stabilize his body, the stacked chairs fell with a loud crash —
While falling in a flurry, Roland tried his best to turn his head and saw a young girl walking in from outside the door. She was carrying a backpack and was about eleven or twelve years old, but he immediately recognized her from her long white hair and light red eyes!
"Zero!"
Obviously, she also saw Roland and showed a surprised expression at the same time.
"What are you doing!? Uncle — "
The scene suddenly changed, as if the world had turned upside down. Roland's body suddenly bounced up and he took two long breaths. The familiar scene of the room reappeared in his eyes.
The gray stone walls with tiny cracks, the thick velvet curtains, and the quietly glowing Magic Stone...
"Is this... Neverwinter?"
"Clang."
The sound of a wooden basin falling came.
Roland looked in the direction of the sound and saw Anna standing there in a daze. The basin that fell on the ground spun a few times and poured out hot water that wet a large area of the carpet.
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