The boundless thick fog rolls outside the window, as if the whole world has disappeared beyond the fog, only the chaotic sky light penetrates the fog and shines into the room, making this quiet room maintain a kind of atmosphere. Half-dark light.
In the slightly messy single apartment, Zhou Ming was sitting at the desk. The sundries on the table were roughly pushed aside, and he described as haggard as he was writing:
“On the seventh day, the situation did not change. A thick fog enveloped everything outside the window, and the window was blocked by an unknown force… The whole room seemed to be ‘cast’ into some kind of abnormal space by something… …
“There is no way to communicate with the outside world, no water or electricity, but the lights are always on and the computer can be turned on – even though I have unplugged it…”
As if there was a slight sound of wind suddenly coming from the window, Zhou Ming, who was burying his head in writing in the diary, suddenly raised his head, his haggard eyes lit up slightly, but the next second he realized that It was just his own hallucination. Outside the window, there was still only a thick, pale fog that lingered. A dead world shrouded his small dwelling indifferently.
His eyes swept across the window sill and saw the wrench and hammer that had been discarded indiscriminately – the traces of his attempts to leave the room in the past few days, but now these hard and coarse benzene tools are just lying there quietly. , as if mocking his embarrassment.
After a few seconds, Zhou Ming’s expression became calm again – with this unusual calm, he lowered his head again and returned to his writing:
“I’m stuck, completely clueless, I’ve even tried taking down the roof, walls, and floors over the past few days, but with all my strength I haven’t been able to leave a shred of it on the wall. Traces, the room became like… like a box ‘cast’ with the space, with no way out…
“Except that door.
“But the situation outside that door…was even more wrong.”
Zhou Ming paused again. He slowly examined the handwriting he had just left, and flipped through the diary carelessly, looking at the things he had left in the past few days – repressed words, no words. Meaningless whimsy, irritable doodles, and bad jokes written when you force your mind to relax.
He doesn’t know what’s the point of writing this down, who can read these gibberish things in the future, and in fact he’s not even a diary person – as a middle school with quite limited leisure time Teacher, he doesn’t have much energy to spend on it.
But now, like it or not, he has a lot of free time.
After waking up, he was trapped in his room.
Outside the window is a thick fog that will not dissipate. The fog is so thick that you can’t even see anything but the fog. The whole world seems to have lost the alternation of day and night, and the room is filled with a constant 24-hour, drowsy light. , the windows are locked, the water and electricity are interrupted, the mobile phone has no signal, and no matter how big the movement in the room is, it will not attract rescue from the outside world.
It seems like an absurd nightmare. Everything in the dream is running against the laws of nature, but Zhou Ming has exhausted all methods to confirm one thing: there are no hallucinations, no dreams, some just no longer A normal world, and a temporarily normal self.
He took a deep breath, and his eyes finally settled on the only door at the end of the room.
An ordinary cheap white wooden door with a calendar that he forgot to replace last year and kept until today. The doorknob was polished brightly, and the doormats were placed a little crooked.
That door can be opened.
If this closed and alienated room is like a cage, then the most vicious thing about this cage is that it actually retains a door that can be opened at any time, and it always tempts the prisoners in the cage to push the door. Leave – but the opposite of the gate is not the “outside” that Zhou Ming wants.
There are no old but friendly corridors, sunny streets and vibrant crowds, nothing familiar.
There is only a strange and disturbing foreign land, and “over there” is also an inescapable predicament.
But Zhou Ming knew that there was not much time left for him to hesitate, and the so-called “choice” didn’t exist from the beginning.
His food reserves are limited, and only the last quarter of several barrels of mineral water is left. He has tried all means of getting out of trouble and asking for help in this closed room, and now the road is in front of him. There is only one, and that is to be prepared and go to the opposite side of the “door” for a chance of survival.
Perhaps, there is still a chance to investigate what caused this strange and embarrassing supernatural situation.
Zhou Ming took a light breath, lowered his head and left the last few paragraphs in the diary: “…but no matter what, the only option now is to go to the other side of the door, at least in that strange ship. There’s still some food to be found on the ship, and the exploration and preparation I’ve spent there over the past few days should be enough to survive on that ship…even though the preparation I can do over there is really limited.
“Finally, to the latecomers, if I can’t come back, and someday in the future, some rescuer or the like really opens this room and sees this diary, please don’t take what I have All this was written as an absurd story – it really happened, and although it was creepy, there was really a person named Zhou Ming who was trapped in a crazy and weird time-space vision.
“I did my best to describe all the anomalies I saw in this diary, and also recorded all my efforts to get out of trouble, if there were any ‘later people’ , please at least remember my name, at least remember that this happened.”
Zhou Ming closed the diary, threw the pen into the pen holder next to him, and slowly stood up from behind the desk.
It’s time to leave, before being completely passive and desperate.
But after a brief thought, he did not go directly to the only door that could lead to the “outside”, but went straight to his bed.
He must face the “foreign land” opposite the door with a safe attitude – and his current state, especially his mental state, is not good enough.
Zhou Ming didn’t know if he could fall asleep, but even if he forced himself to lie on the bed to empty his mind, it would be better than going to the “opposite side” when he was too exhausted.
Eight hours later, Zhou Ming opened his eyes.
Outside the window is still a chaotic fog, and the unidentified sky light of day and night has a depressing gloom.
Zhou Ming directly ignored the situation outside the window. He took out the food from the little reserve left, and ate it when he was 80% full. Then he came to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.
The man in the mirror still has messy hair, looks quite embarrassed, and has no temperament at all, but Zhou Ming still stares at himself in the mirror ~IndoMTL.com~ as if to make this look permanent imprinted in the mind.
He stared at the mirror like this for several minutes, and then whispered to himself, as if to say to the person in the mirror: “Your name is Zhou Ming, at least on the ‘side’, you My name is Zhou Ming, keep this in mind at all times.”
After this, he turned to leave.
When he came to the door he was all too familiar with, Zhou Ming took a deep breath and put his hand on the handle.
Except for a suit of clothes, he did not carry any extras, neither food nor self-defense equipment. This is the experience left by several previous “explorations” – apart from himself, he has no way to put Anything through this door.
In fact, he even felt that he had to put a question mark on this “self” because…
Zhou Ming turned the handle and pushed open the door. A cloud of gray-black mist that was rising and shrinking appeared in front of him like a curtain, and in the rising and shrinking mist, he seemed to have heard the waves The sound enters the ear.
Stepping across the layer of fog, the slightly salty sea breeze came oncoming, the illusory sound of the waves in his ears became real, and there was a slight shaking under his feet. Zhou Ming opened his eyes after a brief dizziness. , the sight is a wide and empty wooden deck, the towering masts standing under the dark clouds, and the slightly undulating sea surface that can’t be seen at all outside the ship’s side.
Zhou Ming lowered his head and saw a stronger body than he remembered, a captain’s uniform that looked exquisitely crafted and expensive but completely unfamiliar in style, a pair of palms with thick knuckles, and In his hand, a black flintlock pistol with a classic and exquisite appearance.
Yes, even “self” has a question mark.
(Mom! I’m back!)