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Chapter 1630 Dark Staircase

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    Can you still hear voices in your dreams?

    Judgment Gu felt a little strange, but decided not to interfere in any way, just wanted to see what would happen in the end, and what interesting developments would emerge.

    After watching "Franken" clean the kitchen a dozen times like an idiot, a new change finally appeared in this boring dream.

    Franken picked up a sharp boning knife, pushed open the dilapidated wooden door of the kitchen, turned left and right in the dark, and came to the stairs leading to the second floor of the grocery store.

    Then, he began to climb the stairs.

    Could it be that this guy finally finished his cleaning work and is going back to his bedroom on the second floor to rest?

    So next, is it about to dream that you are sleeping, such a wonderful double rest link?

    The stairwell was dark and silent, only Franken's footsteps echoed constantly.

    Pat clap clack

    I don't know how long it will be.

    Perhaps in such a dream, the existence of time simply loses its proper meaning.

    But if it is speculated according to common sense, the problem is still obvious.

    Because not to mention other things, but just counting the footsteps, you can find that things are not simple.

    According to the number of steps of "Franken", let alone going from the bedroom on the first floor to the second floor, even if he broke into a ten-story building, he should be standing on the roof by now.

    However, in this dark and narrow grocery store stairwell, he has been climbing up, seemingly endlessly, tirelessly.

    At this moment, Gu Juan also has to admit that this first-person perspective dream movie is extremely boring. Whether it is the cleaning of the kitchen at the beginning or the climbing of the stairwell behind, it can only be described as empty.

    If a certain movie theater really broadcasts this dream movie, after the first two or three minutes of anticipation and amazement, the audience will definitely smash the big screen and shout rnm to refund the ticket.

    However, it was obvious that Gu Juan was not an impatient general audience.

    He has been counting the steps.

    During this period of time, a total of 25 turns were made, 25 floors were climbed, and 5,000 steps were climbed

    "This is not an ordinary nightmare, but a dream only experienced by patients with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder."

    "The stairs that you can't see your fingers are climbing up without stopping. What the hell is he doing?"

    I don't know how long it took and how many stairs he went up, just when he also felt a little impatient.

    The development of the next thing once again exceeded his expectations.

    Because he found that he couldn't wake up from the dream.

    I can only continue to watch this body climb up step by step from a weird first-person perspective, as if it is tireless and endless.

    finally¡­¡­

    After lying down on the Buddha's body, he suddenly saw a faint gleam appearing directly above his head.

    Like a guiding light, it illuminates the dark and lonely road ahead for him.

    With the goal within reach, even the heavy steps seem to become lighter.

    Not long after, he finally stood at the source of the light.

    Just looking at the wooden door smeared with oil in front of him, Gu Juan suddenly had a bad feeling in his consciousness.

    He pushed open the wooden door, and without any surprise, he saw a kitchen that was too familiar inside.

    Then, it came to the sanitation cleaning session that had been done for an unknown number of times.

    Gu Juan finally felt bored from the bottom of his heart, and he decided to find a way to wake himself up.

    After all, this is not his own dream, but what remains of Franken's soul fragments.

    He didn't stop all of this before, it's just that he didn't want to stop and wanted to find something interesting from it.

    But now that there is no point in continuing, there is no need to continue to endure.

    With a slight movement of distraction, which has been in a state of detached onlookers, everything in the vision of the dream quickly faded away, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

    Gu Juan opened his eyes in the darkness.

    I don't know if the dinner was a bit salty, or because he was too active in his dream just now, he felt smoke coming out of his throat, and he urgently needed to add a lot of water.

    After putting on his clothes and getting out of bed, Gu Juan opened the bedroom door, ready to go to the kitchen and pour himself a large glass of boiling water to quench his thirst.

    by the way?You can go and see if the kitchen that has been cleaned countless times in the dream has changed in reality.

    Well, maybe get some juice, the watermelon in the sink is going to go bad if you don't eat it.

    Holding a lamp, Gu Pan walked through the narrow corridor and stairs, and opened the wooden door of the kitchen.

    He stopped suddenly.

    Squinting his eyes, he watched the scene inside the door.

    In what was supposed to be the kitchen, there was an upward staircase.

    It was pitch black inside, and even the oil lamp held by Gu Pan could only illuminate a distance of less than half a meter below his feet, and it seemed that even the light could not enter any place farther away.

    "Interesting."

    "Then what about my water, where is the big watermelon soaked in the pond?"

    A strange smile appeared on Gu Juan's face, he took a step back, slammed the kitchen wooden door, and pulled it open again after a pause of two seconds.

    The kitchen with all kinds of ingredients piled up in a mess came into view, all kinds of oily stains looked so familiar, as if the dark staircase that appeared briefly just now was just a dream that would never appear again after waking up.

    He took out a sharp knife from the knife holder and held it in his hand, hung the oil lamp on the hook above the cutting board, and observed the things in the kitchen bit by bit.

    They are all true and true. The water boiled before washing at night is still warm, and it is very comfortable to drink. The watermelon in the pool tastes sweet after being cut, and it also has a slight coolness.  And the thirsty throat enjoyed the moist feeling of the liquid flowing in.

    Gu Pan drank two cups of boiling water, squeezed the juice from the whole watermelon, and then came out of the kitchen.

    He closed the dilapidated wooden door carefully and slowly, and opened it for the third time after a short pause

    The inside is indeed a kitchen, and there are no more so-called stairs.

    Then the fourth time, the fifth time

    He opened and closed the door many times in succession, but he never saw the staircase leading to nowhere.

    It seems that after the first miss, it will never appear again.

    Gu Juan returned to the bedroom, blew out the oil lamp and lay down on the bed.

    He has no regrets.

    Even if we go back in time and let him go back and choose again with his memory, he still won't step into the dark staircase that doesn't know whether it exists or not.

    After all, it has only been a day now, and the strength of the boarding body has not undergone any strengthening and transformation. If he encounters a fatal danger, he will not have the capital and means to deal with it.

    If once forced to reveal the use of power that is not compatible with the rules of the world, it is equivalent to directly declaring war with the rules of the realm, and it is simply not worth the candle.

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    Back in the bedroom, the sky outside was still dark, and even the moonlight was blocked by the thick dark clouds, not showing a trace.

    Gu Pan leaned against the head of the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

    Gradually, his breathing became even and heavy.

    It looks like falling into the deepest and sweetest sleep.

    But the fact is that he didn't fall asleep at all, but adjusted his spirit to a very sensitive state, listening attentively, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

    Even if this body is still stretching hips, but with the sensitivity of this distraction's perception, once there is something abnormal upstairs or downstairs, he will never be able to escape his perception.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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