Chapter 316 Fifty Years

"Zuo Shi, you saw me, right?"

The voice behind her pressed against her ear, damp and cold: "Zuo Shi, you are afraid to turn around? What are you shaking for?"

"Zuo Shi..."

"Zuo Shi..."

"Zuo Shi..."

Zuo Shi bit her lip. One step, two steps, three steps. The name, called out over and over again, pressed in from all directions at once, as if every doll in the room was speaking.

"Bang!!!"

Just then, a loud crash came from the doorway!

Flyer rushed in first, gripping a knife in his hand, with Zhao Tieshan close behind, holding an iron rod!

Without a word, they smashed fiercely at the white shadow on the ceiling!

"I'll let you scream! I'll let you scream!"

"Are you calling for souls, damn it! You've been screaming the whole way!"

But the thing on the ceiling seemed to lack the ability to attack directly. Facing the assault, it crawled away along the ceiling!

"Chase it!"

"I reckon there are only two ghosts in this Haunted House, her and the Little Boy!"

"Big Brother is handling the Little Boy, we need to step it up too!"

Seeing the one in white flee without a fight, the group felt a surge of confidence!

In a room not far away.

In the darkness, several beams of light wavered.

Wang Mengmeng's voice was laced with tears: "It's over... Zuo Shi didn't enter the room... She's still outside..."

Yang Kexin was also panting: "Stop talking, find the light first. Zuo Shi is with Flyer, Lin Yuan, and Zhao Tieshan; she shouldn't be in any trouble for a short time..."

"Click."

Chen Yu pulled a string, and the entire room was instantly revealed, illuminated by the dim, yellow light overhead.

Yang Kexin looked around, "This looks like a child's room."

The room could be seen at a glance. A single bed leaned against the wall, the quilt folded neatly, and there was a deep indentation on the pillow, as if someone had just woken up and left.

On the nightstand sat an enamel cup, with the words "Carnival Paradise" printed on its side.

The walls were plastered with posters, stuck on crookedly with tape.

The one in the very center read: [I want to grow up fast].

These words had been written and erased, written and erased again, with different colored crayons layered on top of each other.

Chen Yu confirmed that it was impossible for the Little Boy to be hiding in the room, so he walked straight to the door and kicked it.

"Boom!"

But the door didn't budge.

He frowned, took half a step back, and kicked it again.

"Boom!"

The door still didn't budge.

"?"

Chen Yu rarely saw a door this hard; it even had an unscientific level of hardness.

It was as if there wasn't a corridor behind the door, but an entire wall.

No, it should be a solid block of high-density alloy, impossible to break through with external force.

Chen Yu pulled an Octagonal Hammer from his personal backpack.

"Chen... um... what are you doing?"

Wang Mengmeng took a step back.

Chen Yu walked to the side, where there was a window. It reflected in the dim light, making it impossible to see outside.

He swung the Octagonal Hammer and smashed it against it.

"Crash!"

Glass fragments splattered everywhere, covering the floor.

Then the three of them froze simultaneously.

The window was broken, but behind the window was a complete, smooth wall painted with white latex paint.

"This... this room is toxic, right? A wall outside the window? Isn't having a window just a waste of time?"

Wang Mengmeng's mouth formed an 'O' shape.

Chen Yu said in a deep voice: "This task doesn't want us to leave, but why doesn't it want us to leave?"

Only by standing in the perspective of the puzzle-maker can one better solve the puzzle.

But what Chen Yu was worst at was solving puzzles.

He could only take the Octagonal Hammer and smash it fiercely against the room's wall—

"Rumble!!!!!"

The wall shattered instantly, bricks burst open, and dust exploded into a gray mist.

Wang Mengmeng and Yang Kexin covered their noses and mouths.

Waiting for the dust to settle.

The three of them were stunned.

Bricks were scattered all over the floor, revealing a pitch-black hole, but behind the hole was yet another wall.

Chen Yu raised the Octagonal Hammer and smashed it again.

"Boom!"

Broken bricks flew, and the hole grew a circle larger.

The door was clearly right there, but it wouldn't open; the wall was clearly right there, but after smashing through it, there was another wall behind it.

This room was like a nesting doll; you smash through one layer, and there's another layer inside, never reaching the end.

Suddenly—

Wang Mengmeng exclaimed: "Wait?! My Talent!!!"

Her eyes widened sharply!

Chen Yu was stunned: "What is it? Don't stop halfway through your sentence!"

Wang Mengmeng stammered: "My... my Talent... my Talent is jumping..."

Yang Kexin turned her head to look at her: "Jumping?"

Wang Mengmeng raised her right hand, fingers spread, staring at her palm.

"The seconds are wrong..."

"1, 18262, 36525, 54787, 73050..."

"What?"

Chen Yu's expression changed, and he immediately asked: "Are you sure that's the count?"

Wang Mengmeng stammered, "Yes... yes, this number is still stacking, jumping wildly. What does this mean?"

Chen Yu was silent for two seconds, "Give me the numbers again."

Wang Mengmeng swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "1, 18262, 36525..."

"Enough..."

Chen Yu stopped her from continuing.

Yang Kexin pressed her lips together: "Mengmeng's Talent is precision timing. If this is accurate, doesn't it mean that for every second we stay in this room, it's 18,000 seconds?"

Chen Yu nodded: "One second equals five hours, if you convert it that way..."

Chen Yu took out paper and pen from his backpack space, drew on it for a long time, then threw it back.

"Did you figure it out?"

Wang Mengmeng and Yang Kexin looked at him anxiously.

Chen Yu was stunned: "Figure it out? I don't know how to calculate."

"Then you just now..."

"Ah, I wrote the problem out and uploaded it to the Public Backpack. Good thing we have outside help."

"..."

Before long, Chen Yu took out a piece of paper again. He continued: "It seems this time flow only affects us; time outside remains unchanged."

The two women nodded, but they had lost their focus, and looked at the paper together.

It read: One day ≈ Fifty years.