However, just as Blore felt a little relieved because his hand had regained sensation, when he turned his attention to the tall shelf below him, a strong sense of unease suddenly overwhelmed him like a tide...
This towering, unfathomable shelf actually has a strangely soft texture!
When he first realized this, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable fear and uneasiness in his heart. This soft feeling was like countless cold little hands gently caressing his heart, making the hairs all over his body stand up.
Full of suspicion and fear, he continued to touch it tentatively.
The moment my fingertips touched the surface of the shelf again, a strange feeling spread quickly throughout my body like an electric current.
It was a feeling that was both familiar and strange, as if I had had a similar experience deep in my memory, but I couldn't remember when and where it happened.
It is by no means as light, fluffy and airy as cotton, nor is it the silky, delicate and smooth texture of silk.
On the contrary, the moment his fingers touched the rack, Blore clearly felt a unique elasticity and toughness, as if he was touching a piece of fresh meat, and could even feel the slightly beating pulse in it.
Just as Blore was immersed in thinking about this strange touch.
Suddenly, without any warning, a bone-chilling chill suddenly rushed into the body from the top of the head, like a ferocious ice dragon swooping down along the spine.
At the same time, his entire scalp seemed to be pierced mercilessly by countless extremely fine steel needles at the same time. The intense stinging pain accompanied by waves of numbness quickly spread, and he remembered.
In that room in the cabin!
The walls and the ground at that time seemed to have evolved into this state, like soft meat, filled with the most fatty fat.
At this moment, his body was still as stiff as a lifeless puppet, but deep down he had gradually realized that the environment he was in was far more bizarre than he had originally imagined, and was full of endless dangers.
"How about... try jumping from here?" Blore muttered to himself, not even sure what to do next.
As his vision gradually returned, Blore immediately discovered that there was another "puppet" sitting on the ground not far from him!
Due to limited vision, only half of its body can be seen. This "puppet" is wearing a very simple and plain outfit, a short-sleeved top and ordinary trousers.
However, what is very strange and unreasonable is that the temperature here is obviously extremely low.
The "puppet" had its hair hanging down, covering most of its face, making it impossible to see its true appearance.
The exposed arms looked extremely shriveled, as if all the moisture had been drained away. The wrinkled skin stuck tightly to the bones, looking like a naked skeleton.
Although Blore had already noticed that the temperature around him was quite low, as his senses slowly recovered, he was shocked to find that the cold was still continuing to intensify, as if it was going to completely freeze all life.
At this moment, he was thinking about turning his head quickly so that he could take a more comprehensive and detailed look at the surrounding situation.
However, the opposite happened. At this moment, his neck seemed to be clamped tightly by an extremely strong pair of iron pliers. The stiffness made it completely unable to move. Even the slightest movement was a luxury.
But it happened in a flash!
At this moment, several sounds suddenly rang out from not far away.
Those were some indescribable sounds, mixed with the faint sound of dripping water, which continued to come.
To Blore, this sound was so strange that it was as if the whole world had been turned upside down.
The sound seemed to come from the bottomless depths of the earth, but it was also faintly accompanied by a subtle and chaotic rustling sound, floating down from above Blore's head.
Out of strong curiosity and survival instinct, he still gritted his teeth and continued to look into the "distance".
Not far from the doll, there were several motionless, dried-up "dolls" lying in a mess.
These "dolls" look lifeless, with faces distorted in a creepy way.
Because of his posture, Blore could only see them from this angle.
Blore continued to slowly move his eyes downwards, and suddenly he caught sight of a small square box.
The appearance of this box is extremely clean and tidy, without any pattern or decoration on the entire box.
But for some reason, when Blore saw it for the first time, he felt a strong sense of unease inexplicably in his heart. He always felt that this seemingly ordinary little box was hiding a mystery and was by no means as simple as it seemed.
He quickly reached out and grabbed the box.
Although he thought his movements were faster than before, compared to his usual state, at this moment he was as slow and sluggish as a slow-motion replay in a movie.
"I have plenty of money, please find us a better one..."
Just as Blore was holding the small box and thinking about how to open it with his fingers, suddenly, a very clear, cold and gentle female voice suddenly came into his ears.
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