novelsite Chapter 601 Strike While the Iron Is Hot
Chapter 601 Strike While the Iron Is Hot
Su Wan curved her lips into a smile, lowered her head and gently bit the base of his thumb, mumbling, "Hurry up."
Lin Feng said no more, took her hand, intertwined their fingers, and his mind sank into his sea of consciousness—
The gray-white simulation space instantly unfolded, and boundless silence enveloped the two of them.
Su Wan stood on the gray ground, blinked, then turned her head to look at Lin Feng beside her, a smile that had not yet faded from her lips.
She grabbed his hand tightly and pulled him forward a step.
"Come with me."
The gray and white space flowed like ink painting, and the scenes rapidly switched, recombined, and solidified as the two people's thoughts converged.
Upon regaining their senses, the two found themselves standing at the end of a narrow corridor.
A row of incandescent light tubes overhead casts a bright yet cool light, and department signs are affixed to the walls.
There was a smell of disinfectant in the air—this place looked like one of the inpatient floors of Yongshen Hospital.
Su Wan turned her head and glanced at Lin Feng, her eyes filled with a kind of provocative yet expectant look, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if to say "Dare you?"
Lin Feng answered her with his actions.
He pulled Su Wan into a slightly ajar storage room next door. The door closed gently behind them, but was not locked.
The storage room was filled with old bed sheets, wheelchairs and cardboard boxes, and the space was so small that it was only enough for two people to stand side by side.
But Su Wan clearly didn't care about that—she pushed Lin Feng back, making his back rest against the metal cabinet, and then she tiptoed up to him, nibbling his chin, biting his earlobe, and slipping her fingers under his clothes, with a crazy attitude of "it doesn't matter if I get caught."
Lin Feng's breathing became heavy from her teasing. Not to be outdone, he grabbed her waist, picked her up, and placed her on a table piled with old bedding.
Su Wan hooked her legs around his waist, and the two of them nestled in this small space where someone could push the door open at any moment. The incandescent light cut straight in from under the door, drawing a bright white line on the floor.
Occasionally, the sound of slippers shuffling on the floor could be heard from outside, approaching from afar and then fading away. Each footstep made the tense, ambiguous atmosphere in the air tremble.
This tension of being discovered at any moment makes every touch clearer, and every breath carries a forbidden tremor.
Just as the two were becoming increasingly inseparable and unable to stop—
Footsteps suddenly came from the end of the corridor.
The soles of the shoes tapped on the floor tiles, one step at a time, getting closer and closer.
The two froze, their eyes meeting, their pupils simultaneously contracting in the dim light.
The footsteps grew closer and closer, having already turned the corner, and were heading towards the entrance of the storage room.
The footsteps stopped outside the door.
The doorknob was pressed down, making a soft "click" sound.
Incandescent light streamed in through the crack in the door, its blinding rays inch by inch across the storage room floor, sweeping over the piles of old bed sheets, and finally landing on Lin Feng and Su Wan.
The nurse's pupils contracted sharply, her mouth opened silently into an exaggerated oval, her entire face appearing as if being torn apart by an invisible hand—
It's like a frozen version of "The Cry".
The next second, Lin Feng had a thought and tightened his grip on Su Wan's wrist. The gray-white space began to collapse and dissipate from the edges, and the colors of reality poured in.
The two were jolted back to reality, lying side by side on the bed, their chests heaving violently.
My ears were burning hot, and my heart was pounding like a drum against my ribs, one beat after the other, and I couldn't tell whose was louder.
After exchanging a glance, the two burst out laughing at the same time.
"So exciting!" Su Wan said breathlessly.
Lin Feng calmed his breathing: "Well, even wingsuit flying is probably less than one-tenth of this."
Su Wan flipped over and sat on top of him, her eyes shining brightly: "Then let's strike while the iron is hot."
As she spoke, she pushed him down onto the mattress.
The live stream suddenly went black.
Immediately afterwards, soothing piano music flowed from the black screen, gentle, affectionate, and carrying a certain unspoken implication—Pachelbel's Canon.
"No, the screen went black already???"
"Did you guys notice how they were after they came out of the simulation space? Su Wan's face was flushed red to the roots of her neck, Lin Feng's breathing was erratic, and the two of them were hugging each other so affectionately..."
"That state didn't seem like that of an old married couple at all! It was more like they were almost caught having an affair, and the fear and excitement were combined."
"Yes, yes, that's it! Their eyes were shining like they'd just done something wrong!"
"So what exactly did they deduce in the deduction space???"
"I have a bold guess—they might have gone to a public area of Yongshan Hospital in the simulation space, and then... you know what I mean."
"Please elaborate on the ellipsis upstairs, and I'll send you ten rockets."
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It's 2 a.m.
Dormitory No. 9 in the basement was shrouded in thick darkness.
There was one person on each of the two beds. Nikolai, who had just been transferred, slept on the left bed, while Santos, the original resident, slept on the right bed.
Kuroki Hideto, Park Changho, and Odebiao, who previously lived in this dormitory, have all perished. If Aying hadn't arranged for Nikolai to move in, Santos alone wouldn't have been able to complete the verification of Rule Six.
Before lights out, the two went through Forrest Gump together, from Jenny's childhood to Forrest's journey across America. Their memories fit together perfectly, and neither of them made a mistake.
Suddenly, a series of faint, unusual noises jolted the two awake from their light sleep.
It's very light, like a fingernail scraping across a wooden surface, once, pause for two seconds, then once more.
Nikolai woke up.
He groggily opened his eyes and glanced at Santos's bed.
Santos was also sitting up to look at him. The two exchanged a glance through the darkness to confirm that they were both there, and then they looked in the direction of the voice at the same time.
The direction of the wardrobe.
A gap the width of a palm opened in the door, and cold white light flowed out from inside, spreading out a fan-shaped halo in the darkness.
The light was alive, flickering and uncertain, as if something was breathing inside the cabinet.
Nikolai's pupils contracted instantly.
The cabinet door is open!!!
[Dormitory Rule 3: Please make sure to close your wardrobe doors before lights out each night.]
If you wake up in the middle of the night and find the closet door open, don't close it. Cover your head with the blanket, count to 300, and then lift the blanket.
If the cabinet door remains open, keep your head covered until dawn.
Lin Feng's previous analysis exploded in his mind like a thunderclap.
"The solution of 'covering your head until dawn' is too simple; it's a trap."
"The real way to survive is to get out of bed, close your eyes, and close the closet door from memory."
Lin Feng has already achieved an S-rank clear; such a powerful individual's judgment is absolutely correct.
Nikolai felt instantly at peace. "Believe in Brother Feng, and you will have eternal life." This was the only truth he believed in at that moment.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, and slowly rolled over and got out of bed.
The moment my feet touched the ground, the cold cement made my soles go numb.
In the darkness with eyes closed, all sorts of strange noises and sounds began to emerge.
A sticky, soft friction sound drifted past my ears, and the air, sometimes hot and sometimes cold, swept over my earlobes and neck repeatedly.
False illusions kept popping into my mind:
The image of the closet door and the dormitory being safe and sound kept flashing before my eyes.
He even heard a whisper that sounded like Santos's, advising him not to make a fuss, to just wrap himself in the blanket and wait for three hundred seconds.
Nikolai gritted his teeth, rejecting the thought of giving up, and moved step by step toward the wardrobe.
Just as his fingertips finally touched the edge of the cabinet door, a cold, damp hand reached out from the open door and gently touched the back of his hand...