002

Escape from the Desperate Room

The moment the door opened, Libella seemed to have seen someone inside.

She walked forward slowly, and the corpse behind her was still frantically banging on the door.

But since she couldn't come over, there was nothing to be afraid of.

At this moment, she had enough time to take a good look at this place.

The creaking floorboards seemed to be about to collapse in the next second, giving her a strong sense of insecurity.

Cracks appeared on the mottled walls, and the corridor was pitch-black. Only the dim yellow lights hanging from the ceiling were swaying, illuminating the corridor and creating the atmosphere of a horror movie.

There were a total of four doors in the corridor. The door behind her was the morgue, the door on the right was open, and the door on the left was closed. The door on the opposite side was different from the other doors …

Libella stood there hesitating for a moment, and then she took a step forward.

She walked forward, but when she passed by the open door, she directly walked past it, looking straight ahead as if she didn't see it, and walked straight to the door on the opposite side.

Libella held the handle and turned it. This door … As expected, it couldn't be opened.

She did the same to the last door, and the result was the same. It seemed that she could only go there.

Libella turned around, pursed her lips, and finally turned to the door of the open room.

Eh?

That's strange …

She raised her eyebrows. It was bright inside, and the style was very different from the morgue.

After Libella went in, she realized that it was a baby's room. There was a crib in the middle, and there were toys on the ground. It even looked very cozy. If this room wasn't covered in dust, there wouldn't be anything strange about it at all.

"What if there's a dead baby in the crib —"

Libella's mumbling stopped abruptly. Forget it, she shouldn't jinx it.

But just in case, she still went to take a look. Fortunately, there was nothing in the crib, which made her feel relieved.

Alright, then what was she supposed to do in this room?

Speaking of which …

Libella looked around. Strange, she saw someone in this room just now. Why was it gone?

She narrowed her eyes and thought carefully. Then, she was stunned. Suddenly, she had a strange premonition.

Could it be that the person was …

Libella slowly raised her head and looked up —

Heavens!

Sure enough, this room wasn't that simple!

She widened her eyes in shock. What was above her head was not the ceiling, but a mirror image of the room. However, it was not a simple reflection, but more like a horrifying reality. The room above her head was exactly the same style as the morgue!

The mottled walls, the old floorboards, and the crib — there really was a dead baby inside!

But the strange thing was, she had to stretch her neck like this to see what the room looked like. Otherwise, all she could see was the warm wallpaper.

… straightened his neck …

A hanged man.

Alright.

A chill ran from her ankle all the way up her spine to the top of her head. She retracted her head with lingering fear and subconsciously touched her thin neck. Only then did she realize that there was a necklace around her neck with a cross hanging from it. It was probably made of silver.

"Choker …" Libella muttered.

Choker was a general term for this type of collar. It was a fashionable and retro item among girls.

Libella raised her head again and realized that there was a small change in the room above her head. Someone had come in.

But because of the angle, Libella could not see his face clearly. She could only see the black curly hair on top of his head and the hem of his long windbreaker swirling as he walked.

This person looked so familiar …

Libella frowned, but she could not remember who it was.

Tsk, that was not the point. The point was that this guy was patrolling the room. Although he noticed the dead baby at first glance, he continued to walk as if nothing had happened and continued to check other things in the room.

Libella was interested in the dead baby. She raised her head and walked toward the stroller to take a closer look.

"Ding —"

She heard two bells ringing at the same time. She subconsciously looked down at her feet. It turned out that she had accidentally bumped into the crib when she was walking, and the string of bells on the crib had rung.

But what was the other bell ringing?

Libella blinked and was suddenly stunned. She immediately raised her head —

"Ding —"

A bell rang behind him. Sherlock paused. He remembered that other than him, there was only the dead baby in the crib in the room. As for the bell ringing … there seemed to be a string of bells hanging on the crib.

Sherlock was almost certain that he must be dreaming, but he was a little puzzled as to why he would have such a dream.

When he opened his eyes earlier, he was in a thick fog. After passing through the fog, he inexplicably entered this room.

Although his rationality kept telling him that there must be a door in this place, and it must be in that direction, inexplicably, it was as if someone was controlling him, not allowing him to look in that direction. It was as if there was something here that he had to deal with first.

For example, this strange bell ringing.

Libella, who was in the mirror room, felt guilty. The guy above her had walked into such a scary room and inexplicably heard the sound. He must have been frightened.

But why didn't he leave this room?

Libella thought to herself, "Isn't the door just over there?"

But what made Libella look at him in a new light was that he didn't seem to be afraid at all. Instead, he walked straight to the crib. She widened her eyes in surprise. This person was too calm.

… Although she wasn't that panicked.

She had always been less afraid of such things. When she watched horror movies with her friends in the cinema, she was always the one who was hugged by the crying girl.

Mr. Curly Hair reached out his hand —

Libella looked in his direction with her eyes wide open. However, she found that Mr. Curly Hair seemed to have thought of something and was looking straight in her direction.

In other words, he was looking at the ceiling?

His green eyes showed his indifference and calmness. Libella realized that not only was he calm, but he wasn't afraid at all. This pair of eyes passed through a layer of strange space and inexplicably made her heart beat faster. In the quiet space, the sound of her heartbeat was deafening.

"Uh, hello —" Libella subconsciously raised her hand to greet him, but he didn't seem to see her. He lowered his head and continued to check the crib.

Libella was disappointed.

But that person looked really familiar. Who was he?

She definitely knew him. His eyes, his hairstyle, and even his long trench coat. Who was he?

Why couldn't she remember?

Libella frowned and lowered her head. She took half a step back to avoid touching something strange and making a sound that would disturb the calm and indifferent gentleman above her.

… Hmm, how did she know that he was thinking?

Libella shook her head in pain. Forget it, she didn't want to think about it. The more she thought about it, the more complicated it became. The more she tried to remember something, the more she forgot.

This realization slowly surfaced in her mind. She became more and more determined to leave this place immediately.

When she regained her calmness, the sound from the morgue became clearer. It seemed to tell her that the things there could jump out at any time.

Okay, now she had to think about how to "deal" with this room.

Libella raised her head again and saw Mr. Curly Hair in the mirror room. He took out a pair of gloves and put them on. He lifted the dead baby up very professionally. His movements were so smooth and natural that Libella wondered if he was a professional. Could he be a criminal police officer?

But which criminal police officer would wear such clothes?

On the other side of the mirror, Sherlock lifted the dead baby up. Sure enough, he found something under the baby. It was a brand-new collar. It looked like …

"Choker," he said aloud.

Libella heard his voice. She touched her neck and realized that he had put the dead baby back into the crib. He was holding a collar in his hand. It looked exactly like the one on her neck.

Although it was a little magical, she still didn't understand what strange things were in this room. She couldn't find any pattern at all.

Libella thought dejectedly.

But looking at the situation now, she could hear the sounds in the other room. The things she encountered in this room would also be reflected in the mirror.

What was she going to do?

Was she going to help that man get out?

But wasn't the door there? It hadn't been moved …

Libella walked over and moved the door. At the same time, she looked up and realized that no matter how she opened and closed the door, it wouldn't be reflected.

But …

Libella silently apologized to the person above. Then, she gently touched the toys in the room. When she looked up, she realized that the toys in the mirror room could also move.

So, only the door's movements wouldn't be reflected?

She needed to help the man above leave this room?

Okay.

Libella sighed in relief. It was much easier now that she knew her goal.

Sherlock, who was in the mirror room, wasn't so relaxed. He was checking the dead baby's condition. When he looked up, he saw a string of old toy trains on the ground move on their own.

Although the movement was very small, he saw it.

Sherlock straightened his body and pursed his lips. His gaze shifted from the dead baby to the bell in the pram. Then, he looked at the toy trains.

Libella noticed his movements and became even more careful. It seemed like she had disturbed his thoughts … but what could she do? If she wasn't sure, how was she going to find out the "uses" of this room?

Libella lowered her head and didn't look at the person in the mirror room. She was seriously thinking about how she could help Curly Hair discover that door. He didn't seem to be able to sense the existence of that door at all. It was like a blind spot.

That's right, the word "blind spot" could be used to describe Sherlock on the other side of the mirror.

He felt that he must have overlooked something. Otherwise, how could he be trapped in this place so easily and see such a strange phenomenon?

There was no one in the room, but the pram moved. The toy train was already old and wooden. There wasn't anything that could allow it to be controlled remotely, but it still moved.

Rather than saying that someone was controlling this room, it was more like a supernatural event.

Supernatural?

Sherlock didn't comment. He only felt that this was the most impossible possibility.

This was a dream of his. It had to be like that.

He lowered his head and looked at the dead baby's bluish face. The baby was stiffly reaching out for a hug. He slowly shifted his gaze and removed his gloves. Then, he reached into another bag in his pocket and took out the collar that he had just put in there. This thing looked brand new and didn't fit in with this dilapidated room. The problem must be here.

Libella thought hard but couldn't come up with anything. She looked up to see if Mr. Curly Hair had made any new progress. In the end, she discovered that he was holding the collar and examining it seriously.

Was there a problem with the collar?

Libella's deer-hunting hat had fallen to the ground because she had tilted her head too far. She bent over to pick it up. After examining it, she discovered that the deer-hunting hat wasn't stained with dust at all. It was still as mystical as ever.

Wait a minute, that collar was also like that —

Libella walked over and carefully examined the collar in Mr. Curly Hair's hand. Sure enough, the collar was clean.

This room and the previous room obviously had the same "escape room" system. In that case, she found the dust-free deer-hunting hat in the previous room and opened this room. Was she also looking for something that wasn't stained with dust in this room?

So, Mr. Curly Hair had already found the "pass" item, and she was the one who was "stuck"?

This wasn't fair!

Libella looked up again and saw Mr. Curly Hair turn around and walk to the window. He seemed to be looking outside.

Looking at what …?