Luo Lan slammed the door shut and took two deep breaths.
The snowflakes clinging to him quickly melted into water droplets.
Although he knew about the capriciousness of dreams long ago, this scene still shocked him.
Luo Lan walked to the window of the storage room and peered out. The outer wall was smooth and flat, with no sign of a door or any traces of repair.
In other words, the door was embedded in the wall at the same time as the apartment building was "built", rather than being installed later.
So... does only Room 0825 have such an iron door, or is it the same for every resident?
If other rooms also have doors leading to other dimensions, what scenes do they present?
This thought made Luo Lan very excited.
He returned to the bedroom and rummaged through the closet for winter clothes. The shriveled down jacket looked like it was shedding feathers badly, and the wool scarf was frayed, but he didn't have a better choice at the moment.
After putting on these winter clothes in the middle of summer, Luo Lan felt like he was surrounded by a furnace, and sweat kept pouring out, his body temperature rising sharply.
Coming to the iron door again, he kicked off his flip-flops, put on a pair of green rubber boots, and pushed the door open directly.
The biting cold wind immediately poured into his body through the seams of his collar and cuffs, coupled with the sweat that had been flowing before, the feeling was extremely refreshing. He couldn't help but sneeze several times under the combination of cold and heat.
Wait, if this door is kept open all the time, doesn't it mean that the house has an electricity-free air conditioner?
I just don't know what Jie Luo will think when she sees this.
Luo Lan rubbed his nose and looked back—the opening of the door was like it connected to a basement half-buried in an earthen slope. There were many such low warehouses around, which were obviously built by farmers or merchants living outside the city, usually used to store grain, ale, or other sundries. However, there was no one guarding around, and the camp seemed to be abandoned.
The scene that amazed him was hundreds of meters behind the earthen slope.
The world in front of him had a clear boundary.
At the end of the field of vision, the earthen slope covered with snow was cut off halfway, and broken mountain rocks floated in the air, as if they had lost gravity. Further away were violent whirlwinds and boundless darkness. Occasionally, a red lightning bolt would flash, illuminating the boundary area, but even so, the darkness was bottomless.
Although this scene was terrifying, it was magnificent. If you had to describe it, it was like an isolated island floating in the void. The boundary stretched along the mountains until it disappeared in the wind and snow. There was no doubt that there must be a similar boundary on the side of the Holy City, but it was too far away for him to see for the time being.
Is this a fragment of Jie Luo's remaining memory?
Luo Lan didn't dare to go to the boundary to see what was going on. Whether it was the violent wind tearing the broken stones or the lightning that cut through the sky, they all revealed a dangerous aura. He didn't go to the Holy City immediately either. Looking from here, it would take at least half an hour to reach the city. Walking in the snow that was over his ankles would only be slower. He should be better prepared.
After that, Luo Lan wandered around the suburban camp.
Whether it was the basement, the residential houses, or the tents, the entire camp was lifeless, and all the residents seemed to have disappeared.
The scene was somewhat like a soul battlefield, only using memory as the background stage.
According to this, the Holy City should also be empty.
Although there were no traces of life activity, the things in the warehouses were all there, and it was as if time was frozen at the moment of memory stripping.
For example, the grapes in Luo Lan's hand.
He found it in a small basement next door. The iron lock on the door couldn't stop him at all. He found a wrench in the house and directly unscrewed the door bolt. There were many foods stored inside, including pickled dried meat, fish fillets, wheat... and half a box of grapes.
It looked very fresh. It should have been transported from the old Holy City below the plateau. He picked one off and put it in his mouth, and he could still feel its icy cold
sweetness.
The biggest gain came from a small iron box he found in a secret compartment in the basement—not because he was observant enough, but because the secret compartment hidden in the wall was already open. There was even an oil lamp burning next to it, as if someone had disappeared without a trace just as they were about to put something in, leaving behind the grid plate that had not been closed and half of the iron box exposed.
The box contained a dozen gold dragons and a few transparent gems, which were obviously of excellent quality. Luo Lan didn't hesitate to put them in his pocket.
After confirming that the things in the memory fragments could be brought into the apartment, he immediately busied himself.
After tossing in the snow for nearly two hours, Luo Lan moved the valuable things into the house bit by bit, including a lot of food and a small amount of military equipment, such as iron armor, short swords, and light crossbows. The former could save on food expenses, and the latter might be sold on the Internet.
He reluctantly locked the iron door until the storage room was full.
This feeling of scavenging was just great.
Just thinking about how the entire Holy City was available for him to scavenge, he couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.
Now, let alone living expenses, getting rich overnight was not a problem.
Luo Lan took off his clothes panting. Just as he was about to get a drink of water, a strong sense of dizziness suddenly rushed to his heart.
What's going on? He staggered two steps. Before he reached the coffee table, he felt his vision turn upside down, followed by a bang, and a dark color enveloped him.
……
When he woke up again, Luo Lan found himself lying on the bed in the bedroom, feeling sore all over, as if he had experienced a marathon.
The city outside the blinds was covered in night. Obviously, he had been in a coma for more than an hour or two.
It was probably because he was too mentally exhausted, coupled with heat stroke caused by alternating cold and heat stimulation, he thought to himself. He should have taken a nap before going.
But to his surprise, his body didn't feel weak at all at the moment. Apart from soreness, it was full of energy, as if a heat current was constantly circulating in his body. Everywhere it went, the sense of touch became extremely sensitive.
It was at this moment that Luo Lan felt a small breath coming from the pillow.
He turned his head slightly and saw Jie Luo lying beside him.
She held a wet towel in her hand, half of her face was illuminated by the moonlight, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and her back rose and fell slowly with her breath.
Perhaps the room was too stuffy, her dress was soaked in sweat, and her arms were also covered with fine beads of sweat, while exuding a unique sweaty smell.
Obviously, the little girl had dragged him from the living room into the bedroom, and also did the most basic cooling treatment. He smacked his lips, and a smell of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water still lingered in his mouth.
How did she get the potion in?
Looking at Jie Luo's defenseless sleeping posture, Luo Lan shook his head helplessly, quietly sat up, hugged the other party, and then tiptoed back to the living room—since she cared so much about the cleanliness of the room, she definitely wouldn't be happy to go to bed directly without taking a bath. He might as well throw himself on the bed first, and wipe the mat tomorrow.
Anyway, it was dirty enough.
Lying on the sofa, he found that the soreness was fading away little by little, and the heat current in his body was becoming more and more obvious.
Luo Lan realized that it was not an illusion.
But something indescribable.
He touched his trouser pocket and took out a gold dragon he brought out from the memory fragment and held it in his palm.
The heat current condensed in his palm according to his will.
Luo Lan clenched his fist hard. When he opened it again, the gold dragon had been folded into a crescent shape.