Robin opened his eyes and found the room dark and silent.
A headache spread from his temple like a ghost.
Robin exhaled heavily, turned over and fumbled, and found the recording pen under the pillow.
"I still didn't dream." He murmured to himself, his heart full of pain.
He tried exercise, taking a hot bath, listening to music, and even took two sleeping pills, but they were all ineffective and he still couldn't fall asleep.
The symptoms of severe insomnia troubled him for three whole months.
He went to many hospitals and tried medication and psychotherapy, but there was almost no effect.
Robin has always maintained the habit of recording his sleep status with a recording pen.
He relaxed his body again and tried to keep deep and slow breathing.
"Today is the ninety-seventh day." He said softly.
Robin opened his eyes and silently counted sheep in the empty darkness until he counted nine hundred and sixty-seven, and finally couldn't help getting up and getting out of bed.
"I'm safe. I'm in my bedroom, wearing my most ordinary pajamas... Nine hundred and seventy-two sheep." He said to himself.
"The temperature is suitable and the environment is quiet. This is an environment I'm familiar with." While recording, Robin walked to the window and opened the curtains.
"Nine hundred and eighty sheep, it's not dawn yet, outside the window..." He was suddenly stunned, "Wait, the window... the window is gone!"
Robin stared at the blank wall for a few seconds, then turned back to the bed and covered his head with the quilt.
After a few seconds, Robin lifted the quilt, jumped up, and turned on the light on the recording pen.
The dazzling light illuminated the clumsy graffiti on the wall.
Robin was surprised to find that he was standing in a completely unfamiliar room.
The blue striped quilt cover on the bed was twisted casually on the quilt core, and the edge of the white sheets was a little damaged.
The cat-head wall clock swayed mechanically, and sharp teeth were neatly arranged in the grinning mouth.
The alarm clock rang on time, the bright red mouth opened wider, and the cat's eyes, which had been regularly flashing fluorescent green light, suddenly emitted a dazzling red light.
A rusty mechanical bird flapped its wings and flew out with a "coo". After a few seconds, the head of the mechanical bird suddenly fell off and rolled to Robin's feet.
Robin quickly counted the last three sheep, grabbed the recording pen, and rushed out the door.
This was not the world he was familiar with.
After coming out of the room, he found that the stairs in this apartment were too complicated, as if he could never finish walking them in his lifetime.
Moreover, looking out from the empty and narrow corridor, there were two blood-red moons hanging in the sky at the same time.
Robin gradually slowed down his pace, carefully controlling the amplitude of his movements, making sure that the sound was light enough, and then put his body close to the wall.
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He was surprised to find that his appearance had changed a little, as if... much better looking than before.
Robin retreated to the door of the public toilet. Although he was very scared, he still caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror when he ran over.
He put away the recording pen and quietly walked into the public toilet.
The light tube illuminated the entire public toilet brightly enough. A whole mirror was embedded in the wall. The aluminum alloy frame was a little damaged and rusty.
There were several puddles of water scattered irregularly on the ground. The faucet was dripping, and the sound echoed in the empty corridor.
Robin stood in front of the sink, looked at himself in the mirror carefully, raised one hand, pressed his hair that was curled because of sleeping, and adjusted his collar.
Although the atmosphere was as weird as a horror movie, at least no more outrageous changes had occurred for the time being. In line with Robin's movements, the shadow in the mirror was also adjusting his collar, and then put his hand down at the same time as Robin.
Under the pale light, Robin admired it carefully for a few seconds and then retracted his gaze.
Compared with reality, his facial features have not changed much, but his current state is good enough, without wounds and scars, and without fatigue and dark circles caused by long-term insomnia.
Robin refocused his attention on the environment in front of him. He first ruled out the possibility of being kidnapped to a strange building after falling asleep.
This is clearly not an apartment that conforms to the objective laws of reality - the distribution of stairs and rooms is completely random, which would not have passed the architectural project review process and violates the laws of physics.
Moreover, the windows of the public toilet and the windows of the corridor are in opposite directions, but both can see two moons.
"This is an unreal space." Robin opened the recording pen again and whispered: "Here, there are usually two possibilities: I am still alive, or I have died suddenly due to insomnia."
"If I die, this may be my transit station to the traditional religious scene, or it may be an illusion caused by the residual electrical signal activity of the cerebral cortex in the near-death state."
He continued: "Assuming that I am still alive, what I have to do now is to judge the nature of this space and find a way out..."
"Something's wrong." Robin groaned, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the recording pen, "Maybe there's something wrong with my brain. Let me check my mental state and cognitive function first."
He began to ask himself and answer: "What day is today?"
"..."
"What day is my birthday?"
"..."
"What did I eat yesterday?"
"..."
Robin rubbed his eyebrows, knowing that the answers to these questions were too simple, but he discovered a strange phenomenon.
-If he was clear-headed at this time, he would definitely not want to answer these questions.
However, before he could think deeply, suddenly, a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps became clear, interrupting his thoughts.
There are other people here!
He easily distinguished the footsteps of humans, but there were also strange sounds mixed in, like something crawling, sharp objects scratching on the tiles, accompanied by panic coughs and heavy breathing, which sounded creepy.
"It seems that this is not the feeling of death." Robin regretfully put away the recording pen that was about to record the last sentence, held his breath, and leaned against the wall.
No matter what he thought, the current situation was completely different from what he imagined.
He used the dim light of the public toilet and observed the situation in the corridor through the mirror.
The corridor had become extremely strange. A dark red unidentified object crawled on the wall, and stretched out tentacles along the wall, completely blocking one end of the corridor.
The room covered by the object was no longer visible. The furniture was entangled by the dark red object, the iron table legs were dragged on the ground, and green liquid flowed out from the gaps in the tiles.
These liquids seemed to be extremely corrosive. As long as they were slightly touched, they would make a "sizzling" sound and emit white foam.
The man running behind suddenly screamed and fell to the ground.
His right leg accidentally touched the green liquid, and his pants were instantly burned through. His skin and muscles were corroded, leaving a series of horrible black scars.
The dark red monster seemed very excited. While chasing closely against the wall, it let out a terrified roar.
The man running in front suddenly turned around and fired. The bullet hit the corner of the wall, sparks flew, and the monster's tentacles were temporarily forced back.
The bald young man following behind threw the bottle over, and the wine spilled all over the floor. Sparks flew, and it immediately burned violently.
The man who fell was quickly helped up by everyone. He found a crutch from somewhere and limped across the line of fire.
That monster must be very afraid of fire and dare not move in front of it.
Everyone finally took a breath and ran to the end of the corridor, supporting each other to stand firm, panting awkwardly.
"Damn it! Didn't you say to watch more healing movies before going to bed?! Who has such a terrible dream!"
"No one wants to have a nightmare!"
"How many times have I had REM? I have to go to work tomorrow, I will definitely be late..."
"Stop talking! What should I do? This road is blocked!"