Dimensional Hotel

Chapter 508 508: Escape

Zheng Zhi stared blankly at the black screen on his phone, then stubbornly opened the photo album, only to find that several recently taken photos were the same."This isn't right..." he muttered to himself in confusion, "I clearly captured it; that place is a hall, outside the hall it's both ruins and a tower, and there's a pitch-black..."

Just as he was muttering halfway, Yu Sheng suddenly reacted: "Wait! What did you say was there?"

Zheng Zhi snapped back to reality, looked around at the pairs of eyes focused on him, and immediately adjusted his demeanor, starting to recount everything he saw in that bizarre, dim space.

To be honest, when Yu Sheng heard the description of the tower, his expression was relatively calm—until Zheng Zhi mentioned that black "celestial body," his eyes suddenly changed.

Black Star!?

Although Zheng Zhi's final memories were a bit hazy, filled with many illusions caused by psychic contamination concerning that dark celestial body, the scene he described was unmistakably the "Black Star." In his memory, the Black Star was suspended at the endless tower's peak, surrounded by countless strange remnants...

This immediately reminded Yu Sheng of Baili Qing's description—"The Year of Wandering, Dark Star overlaps the dome, Alien God descends along the World Bridge..."

Even Little Red Riding Hood was taken aback, looking at Zheng Zhi with a strange gaze: "…Where on earth did you go?"

"I don't know!" Zheng Zhi spread his hands innocently, "I just remember seeing a black thread floating on the ground before I fell in, the kind Erin usually uses... I was halfway through my meal when I fell in."

Upon hearing this, Hu Li couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pity.

At the same time, several gazes again focused sharply on Zheng Zhi, making him shiver involuntarily, his neck shrinking: "Wha...what is it?"

"You need to go back there again!" Erin pointed at the young nephew with an air of justification.

"I...I can't just go back when I want to," Zheng Zhi almost cried as he heard this, "I don't even know how I fell in last time."

Erin turned her head again to look at her usual grinding place.

However, the black spider silk that had been floating in mid-air had long since dissipated.

The puppet thought for a moment, then looked up at Yu Sheng, only to see the other person deep in thought.

She reached up and nudged his head: "Yu Sheng, what should we do?"

"We don't know if Zheng Zhi's process of 'falling' can be replicated, but this time his fall-in at least indicates two things," Yu Sheng lifted his head, thoughtfully analyzing, "First, to find the eerie space where the 'tower' is, the 'black spider silk' is key. Second, Zheng Zhi's physical constitution seems to be effective."

Zheng Zhi blinked his eyes as he listened, suddenly poking Li Lin's arm with his hand: "Brother Li, why do I feel a chill on my back again..."

Li Lin didn't even turn around: "The temperature drop in the past two days."

Zheng Zhi was stunned, just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a chill come over him, and when he looked up, he saw Erin throwing a bundle of black thread at him, already wrapping him twice.

"Why isn't it working?" The puppet looked directly into Yu Sheng's eyes, "Black thread, young nephew, both conditions met."

"Maybe the 'thread' you deliberately summoned doesn't work," Yu Sheng quickly waved his hand upon seeing this, "Or there may be other conditions missing—gather up the thread first, it was hard enough to get the person back."

"Oh."

The black thread vanished into thin air, the chilling sensation finally dissipated, and Zheng Zhi belatedly shivered, starting to rub his arms while muttering, "Tell me next time beforehand, this thing is as cold as a ghost."

"Alright, go rest for a bit," Yu Sheng said, explaining to Zheng Zhi the original plan, "We had planned to go to the 'Dark Alley' today, and take you along, but since you just got 'lost,' it's not suitable to go to the Exotic Realm..."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Zheng Zhi, who patted his chest: "I'm fine, Brother Yu, just got a bit lost; it happens often..."

"When I tell you to rest, you'll rest!" Little Red Riding Hood glared at him unceremoniously, "That's a proper Exotic Realm, not the yard at No. 66 Wutong Road!"

Though the youngest in age, Little Red Riding Hood, who's been a parent in the "Fairy Tales" for years, had an aura when scolding people that made Zheng Zhi deflate, smiling awkwardly: "Alright, alright, I'll go rest first."

ic female voice emerged from within: "Feign death... no, Sun Chen's corpse is still in the containment room... is it character embodiment?!"

"They said that as long as I cooperated with them to extract the 'knowledge' from my brain, they would find a way to get me out of that tower..." Sun Chen's voice emanated from the swollen brain, sounding slightly elated, "Even though this process is not quite what I imagined, now... I feel great."

"'They'?" the Dean's voice was low, "Who are they?"

"Sun Chen" did not reply, only continued to gaze serenely at the towering figure in front of him.

The office fell into silence, the drips of water sounding exceptionally abrupt.

A trickling stream was running down near the "Dean's" neck, the bottom of its head fish tank had a small split, and the transparent liquid inside was continuously leaking.

The goldfish suddenly reacted, raising its hand to press on its fish tank — however, the containment device had already been broken by the decomposition force field, and the fluid inside was draining even faster.

"Being stuck in this fish tank all the time... very stifling, isn't it?" Sun Chen spoke softly, "Today is the day I gain freedom — and Dean, you are free too."

The goldfish gave no response, instead, it suddenly raised its right hand towards him.

An invisible water flow appeared out of nowhere, enveloping Sun Chen in layers, and the immense water pressure started compressing and tearing at his swollen, deformed brain as if to crush him in water.

But the next moment, that gathered water mass suddenly lost control, starting to disperse in all directions.

The office's humidity rapidly increased, streams of water began flowing everywhere along the floor, walls, and ceiling.

The liquid in the spherical fish tank completely drained, the goldfish turned into a phantom, swam out along the last stream of water from the tank, wandering all around in the increasingly humid, even spontaneously condensing droplets of air.

"Sun Chen's" figure gradually disappeared in the air.

The goldfish wandered aimlessly in the office, and then suddenly seemed to regain a momentary clarity — the next second, it fiercely rammed into a big red button on the side of the desk.

A piercing alarm instantly rang throughout the building, accompanied by repeated urgent broadcasts:

"Alert, 'Dean' containment breach, facility emergency evacuation! Alert, 'Dean' containment breach, facility emergency evacuation!"