I’m From The World Of Punishment

The man who came in was the deputy captain.

Although Wang Shiwen did not look back, he was inexplicably sure of this, as if he knew the voice originally.

Under such circumstances, even though he was experienced, he did not dare to act rashly. After all, he did not know his current situation. He had become the captain in the plot, or he just happened to be sitting in the captain's position.

If he shows too many abnormalities, I wonder if there will be another conflict.

This should of course be avoided if possible. In a secret realm that can create illusions, any battle may become a medium for you and your teammates to kill each other.

This is also the performance of his experienced captain, but he is experienced, which may not be the case for other young teammates.

"Which room is this?" Xu Xiuxiu, who also suddenly lost her senses for a moment, came back to her senses at this time.

She found herself in a guest room on the first floor. The furnishings were the same as any of the rooms they had explored before, so she couldn't tell where she was.

The sound of waves crashing against the hull of the ship was heard in my ears, but it was not the violent crash as imagined before, but the sound of waves that a normal ship would hear when sailing on the sea.

Just listening to this sound, a pleasant scene can appear in my mind - the weather outside is sunny and sunny, and layers of white waves are gently blowing on the blue sea.

Well, it wasn't just the thought of this scene - she found that she naturally imagined such a scenery, as if she had seen it several times.

Of course there are many places like this on the sea, but this cruise ship is definitely not in her memory.

On the contrary, the silent sea in front seemed to be far away in my mind, unfamiliar, as if I didn't remember it.

Whenever she recalled it, other scenes like this would appear, as if some non-existent memories had crowded in front of her original memories.

So after trying several times, she had to give up remembering her original memory, and instead felt the extra fuzzy memory from the previous one.

This is obviously not strong memory tampering, but the way of forcibly adding information makes people feel a bit crude.

Even this part of the memory picture is not complete. It is difficult to describe it as vague. It should be said that it is fragmented.

Xu Xiuxiu had to devote more energy to paying attention to the information in the picture, but this only made her attention more scattered. The fragmented pictures without focus made it impossible for her attention to find the focus.

Until a very short picture flashed...

"She" seems to be lying in front of the bedside table writing something.

Yes, this memory image should belong to a woman, and the bedside table where she was lying down and writing is in every room.

Xu Xiuxiu immediately turned to look at the bedside position - it was said to be a bedside table, but in fact it was larger. There was also a mirror hanging on the wall above the cabinet, which could be used for dressing up.

There is a small seat in front of the cabinet, but Xu Xiuxiu is not impressed by it.

But she walked forward and sat on it naturally, and then subconsciously grabbed one of the drawers.

She felt something in her heart, as if she knew what was there, and this action just now seemed like her habit.

The drawer is open.

Sure enough, the small diary that should have been under the bedside table was lying quietly inside.

She took out the notebook and found that it was clean and like new. It was obvious that the hostess took great care of this notebook.

"Why did I come back?" She was now almost certain that she had returned to the room of the woman who wrote the diary.

But why?

She had doubts, but what quickly came to her mind was confusion and panic... She didn't have much experience in being separated from her teammates like this, and she was still in this kind of unknown environment.

She didn't dare to open the door and go out at will, for fear of encountering those monsters outside. She felt that she had no fighting ability when she was alone.

So she not only locked the door, but also moved the small seat behind the door and blocked the door panel.

Then she sat back on the bed and looked around again. After confirming that there were really no clues to pay attention to, she lowered her eyes again and fell on the diary in her hand.

The content at the front of the diary is no different from before, but the pages are not so wrinkled and are newer.

She thought there would be something different in the diary, but when she finally turned it over, she found that there was no more, no less, no change in the entire diary.

In other words, this diary is not a clue.

This is the worst thing. The person who deciphers the secret is not afraid of being locked in a complicated cage, but is afraid of being locked in an empty room with only a white space, no clues, and no door.

The frustration flowed out uncontrollably, which seemed to coincide with the extra memories in his mind, as if the woman was also depressed at the time.

Gradually, the overlapping of emotions seemed to make the fragmented and blurry picture clearer.

Although she couldn't see clearly yet, what Xu Xiuxiu didn't notice at all was that... the real things in front of her were a little blurry.

In this way, the originally clear boundary between reality and memory has become blurred.

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"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly, there were three heavy knocks on the door, with rapid force. From the first knock, there was a sense of impatience, and by the third knock, it was like trying to smash the door open.

"Ah!?" Xu Xiuxiu was suddenly awakened from her sleep. She hurriedly moved her huddled body out of the bed, and then briefly smoothed her hair in front of the mirror on the bedside table.

After that, she hurriedly came to the door, held the handle tightly, but did not open the door immediately. Instead, she put her ear to the door panel and listened carefully for a while.

It wasn't until she heard the food truck disappearing outside that she quickly opened a crack in the door, brought in the plate with meat on the ground outside, and then immediately locked the door lock.

In this way, she was relieved.

Then he changed his panicked look, elegantly picked up the plate and put it on the bedside table, then brought a stool to sit down, ready to enjoy the food.

Well, the aroma of the barbecue was intoxicating to her, and she hadn't had such a sumptuous lunch in several days, especially since the ship's food shortage was officially declared.

Although the aroma seemed to arouse a little nausea deep in her heart, it was probably the twitching of her stomach after being hungry for a long time.

Just like some patients with anorexia come out of hunger.

In any case, she didn't want to worry about those things now. She was hungry and wanted to fill her stomach first.

Then out of personal habit, she took out the diary from the drawer, opened it and wanted to write something. During this period, it was probably the only time like this that she could feel a little bit in the mood to write something down.

So, I flipped through the diary page by page.