This description obviously can’t fully express Tang Ye’s true feelings at the mont, and there’s another one. Just imagine this, and you’ll find yourself feeling more and more like the house is full of roaches, which is an absolute nightmare for those who are disgusted by these creatures! But just when you thought it ended there, you look down and find a dead cockroach in your cup!
The many pairs of hairy cockroach legs and the extrely disgusting wrinkled abdon swing and twist towards you, startling you into accidentally knocking the cup to the floor, splashing water everywhere. When you regain your composure and bend down to check, you can’t find the dead cockroach anywhere.
It is this seemingly real yet uncertain image that increasingly drives you into panic, panicking that at any mont, the sa image will appear again—and be real this ti!
Tang Ye stood in place and looked around for a long ti, suddenly thought of sothing, and walked directly into the bathroom without any hesitation, imdiately turning on the light. The dark environnt was filled with light, and the ambiance around gradually made Tang Ye feel a sense of reality again, but nothing odd occurred. He had previously thought that turning on the light after the prohibition began might directly cause so terrifying incident, but it proved not to, as nothing changed from before.
His gaze then returned outside. In this world, only his room had a light shining, the strange occurrences he had imagined might happen did not appear, and all he saw could only be described with two words: normal.
After a while, Tang Ye walked out of the bathroom, opened the door, and stepped out. The corridor was also engulfed in darkness, with only his room door casting light and shadows on the floor, reflecting his figure as well.
All he could hear were the familiar snoring sounds from other rooms, but these sounds gave him a sense of unfamiliarity as if he had never experienced sothing.
After thinking for a while, he decided to walk towards the right side of the corridor, while also paying attention to the left wall, which had no paintings and had not changed from what he saw before it got dark.
As he moved, his footsteps echoed in the corridor, making the environnt feel even more silent. Everything was very normal, seeming as if nothing ever happens after the prohibited hours or after dark. People in this world have been deceived by lies, blindly believing that sothing happens during certain tis and abiding by the compliance regulations.
Step by step, he reached the stairwell, his body partly zombified, ready to respond to any sudden situations, but nothing happened as he walked up the stairs, and he only slled the scent of living humans, not non-human creatures.
Soon, Tang Ye reached the fourth floor, walked through the corridor, and everything was as before. Then he ran up to the fifth floor, still nothing strange happened, and after reaching the sixth floor, he accidentally found the master switch for the corridor lights, and after turning it on, the darkness of the sixth-floor corridor was dispelled by light, yet everything remained normal.
anwhile, sothing else ca to his mind, based on previous speculations, people seed to believe from the start that so terrifying events occur after dark during the prohibited hours, and these terrifying events could threaten their lives. To survive, one must act according to the instructions in the compliance regulations, ensuring maximum safety, and according to every region, the regulations explain that lights must be turned off after the prohibited hours start, one must sleep on ti, and one is not allowed to open their eyes during the prohibited hours, which also indirectly states that opening your eyes during the prohibited tis could encounter so dangers to one’s safety.
In this abnormal night unlike before, everyone’s understanding here was just like this, so they didn’t know that in the real pre-apocalyptic world, in the cities of human civilization, the nights were safe, people had nightlife, and could indulge in pleasures, then view the abnormal night as a normal night!
If that’s the case, the very existence of the lights in this corridor serves a purpose. They say if sothing exists, it’s reasonable—so what’s the reason for lights that are never turned on?
What Tang Ye could confirm was that this world was fabricated, created by his neighbor in the Apocalypse, the Zombie King closest to him. It created a human society, but had never truly observed human society. Instead, it constructed based on its own understanding of human civilization and the cities built by people—thus resulting in many unreasonable elents. However, these unreasonable aspects could help Tang Ye not get affected by unknown factors, his "bad habits" wouldn’t be corrected, nor would he be assimilated...
The entire hotel had nine floors. Perhaps it was his desire for destruction, he wanted to break the rules here, and since nothing happened when he opened his eyes, his courage grew even bigger, prompting him to probe further.
He ran all the way to the top floor of the hotel, turning on all the corridor lights floor by floor as he descended, and nothing happened after he reached the first floor.
Then he ran back to his room, closed the door, turned off the lights, placed the pillow at the head of the bed, lay down on the bed with his eyes open playing on his phone, using the smoothly functioning phone to connect to the hotel’s WiFi and downloaded the still-unremoved "Connotative Hotown," browsing a post in the comnt section in the middle of the night, typing: [I am the champion of staying up late!]
After browsing funny skits for nearly five to six minutes, Tang Ye left his room again and ca to the first floor, looking out at the desolate street outside shrouded in darkness, feeling lost.
"What exactly is going on?"
Sitting on the unoccupied chair at the reception on the first floor, Tang Ye began to think. Was he brought here by the Nightmare Zombie King just to let him experience the world before the Apocalypse?
But its work wasn’t quite up to standard, was it?
By now, he was actually starting to expect sothing bizarre to really happen to him. He had trampled on nearly every rule listed in the compliance regulations, and still, nothing at all ca of it. What was the point of continuing?
But soon, Tang Ye thought of another possibility. Maybe it was because he was too powerful that caused no strange things to dare trouble him, so everything he saw was very normal. He certainly wouldn’t forget so sounds he had heard while he had obediently acted according to the compliance regulations.
So he guessed, maybe after the prohibited hours, only ordinary people who broke the rules would encounter strange incidents?
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