The boundless thick fog rolled outside the window, as if the whole world had disappeared from the other end of the fog. Only the chaotic and unbright sky light penetrated the fog and shone into the room, allowing the quiet room to maintain a half-dilky and half-bright light.

In the slightly messy single apartment, Zhou Ming was at the desk, and the debris on the table were roughly pushed aside, while he was haggard and writing quickly:

"On the seventh day, the situation did not change, thick fog covered everything outside the window, the window was blocked by unknown forces... The whole room seemed to be "cast" by something to the whole room into some abnormal space...

"There is no way to contact the outside world, and there is no water and electricity, but the light is always on, and the computer can be turned on - even though I have unplugged its power cord..."

As if a slight sound of wind suddenly came from the window. Zhou Ming, who was writing in his diary, suddenly raised his head, and a light lit up in his haggard eyes. However, the next second he found that it was just his own illusion. There was still only the pale fog that could not be dispersed outside the window, and a dead world coldly enveloped his small scattered residence.

His eyes swept across the windowsill and saw the discarded wrench and hammer - the traces of his attempt to leave the room in the past few days, but now these hard and rough benzene tools are just lying there quietly, as if mocking his embarrassment.

After a few seconds, Zhou Ming's expression calmed down again - with this unusual calmness, he lowered his head again and returned to his writing:

"I was trapped, completely clueless. In the past few days, I even tried to tear down the roof, walls and floors, but I tried my best to leave a trace on the walls. The room became like... like a box 'cast' with the space, with no way out...

“Except that door.

"But what was happening outside that door...is even more wrong."

Zhou Ming paused again. He slowly examined the handwriting he had just left, and then casually flipped his diary, looking at the things he had left in the past few days - suppressed words, meaningless thoughts, irritable graffiti, and cold jokes written when he forced himself to relax.

He didn't know what the meaning of writing these things was, and who would show these nonsense things in the future. In fact, he was not even a person who was used to writing diaries. As a middle school teacher with a very limited leisure time, he didn't have much energy to spend on it.

But now, whether he wants or not, he has plenty of free time.

After waking up, he was trapped in his room.

There is a thick fog that will not dissipate outside the window. The fog is so rich that nothing except fog can't be seen at all. The whole world seems to have lost the alternation of day and night. Twenty-four hours are constant, and the dizzy light fills the room. The windows are locked, the water and electricity are interrupted, and the mobile phone has no signal. No matter how much noise is made in the room, it cannot attract external rescue.

It was like an absurd nightmare, everything in the dream was operating contrary to the laws of nature, but Zhou Ming had tried all the ways to determine one thing: there were no hallucinations, no dreams, there were only a world that was no longer normal, and a self who was temporarily normal.

He took a deep breath and his eyes finally landed on the only door at the end of the room.

The ordinary cheap white wooden door is nailed with a calendar I forgot to replace since last year and has been left to today. The door handle is grinding and the foot pads at the door are a little crooked.

That door can be opened.

If this closed and alienated room is like a cage, then the most vicious thing about this cage is that it actually retains a door that can be opened at any time, luring the prisoners in the cage to push the door and leave at all times - but opposite the door was not the "outside" that Zhou Ming wanted.

There are no old but friendly corridors, sunny streets and vibrant crowds, and everything they are familiar with.

There is only a strange and uneasy foreign land there, and "there is" also an inescapable dilemma.

But Zhou Ming knew that there was not much time left for him to hesitate, and the so-called "choice" did not exist from the beginning.

His food reserves were limited, and only a quarter of the few buckets of mineral water remained. He had tried all the means of getting out of trouble and asking for help in this closed room. Now there was only one way in front of him, that was to be prepared and go to the opposite side of the "door" to get a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps, there is still a chance to investigate what exactly caused the strange and embarrassing supernatural situation today.????.

Zhou Ming took a breath and lowered his head to leave the last few paragraphs in his diary: "... But no matter what, the only option now is to go to the opposite side of the door. At least I can find some food on that weird boat, and the exploration and preparation I have been there in the past few days should be enough to survive on that boat... Although the preparations I can make there are actually limited.

"The last one, to the latecomers, if I can't come back, and one day in the future, some rescuers or the like will open the room and see this diary, please don't regard everything I wrote as an absurd story - it really happened. Although it was creepy, there was really a man named Zhou Ming who was trapped in a crazy and weird space-time vision.

"I did my best to describe the various abnormal phenomena I saw in this diary and also recorded all my efforts to get out of trouble. If there is really something 'later', please at least remember my name, at least remember that all this has happened."

Zhou Ming closed the diary, threw the pen into the pen holder next to him, and slowly stood up from behind the table.

It's time to leave, before completely falling into passiveness and despair.

But after a brief thought, he did not go directly to the only door that could lead to the "outside world", but went straight to his bed.

He must face the "foreign land" opposite the door with a perfect attitude - and his current state, especially his mental state, is not good enough.

Zhou Ming didn't know if he could fall asleep, but even if he forced himself to lie on the bed and empty his brain, it would be better than going to "opposite" when he was too exhausted.

Eight hours later, Zhou Ming opened his eyes.

Outside the window was still a chaotic mist, and the sky light that was unclear day and night was filled with a depressing darkness.

Zhou Ming ignored the situation outside the window. He took out the food from the few remaining reserves and ate until he was eighty-minute full. Then he went to the dressing mirror in the corner of the room.

The man in the mirror still had a messy hair, looked quite embarrassed, and had no temperament, but Zhou Ming still stared at himself in the mirror, as if he was to permanently imprint this look in his mind.

He stared at the mirror for several minutes, then muttered to himself, as if he was about to say to the person in the mirror: "Your name is Zhou Ming, at least on 'this side', your name is Zhou Ming, you must always keep this in mind."

After that, he turned around and left.

When he arrived at the familiar door, Zhou Ming took a deep breath and placed his hand on the handle.

Apart from his clothes, he did not carry any extra things, neither food nor self-defense equipment, which was the experience left by several previous "explorations" - he could not bring anything through this door except himself.

In fact, he even felt that even this "self" had to be questioned because...

Zhou Ming turned his hand and pushed open the door. A ball of gray-black mist that had swollen and wriggled appeared in front of him like a curtain. In the fluctuating and shrinking mist, he seemed to have heard the sound of waves coming into his ears.

Stepping past the fog, the slightly fishy sea breeze came towards us, the illusory sound of waves in my ears became real, and a slight swaying feeling came from my feet. Zhou Ming opened his eyes after a brief dizziness. Wherever he saw was a wide and empty wooden deck, the towering mast standing under the dark clouds, and the slightly undulating sea surface that could not be seen outside the boat.

Zhou Ming lowered his head and saw a stronger body than he remembered. He was wearing a captain's uniform that looked exquisitely crafted and expensive but had completely unfamiliar style, a pair of thick-boned palms, and a black flintlock pistol with classical and exquisite appearance that was in his hand.

Yes, even "self" has to be questioned.

(Mom! I'm back!)

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