The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 147 Thirty-six hundred cells

After stepping into the iron gate, Zhang Dong instantly felt a coldness permeating the surroundings, and a stronger smell of corpses filled every inch of space. It seemed that countless people had died here, and the smell of death was everywhere. .

The first thing that came into view was a narrow corridor. The walls of the corridor were covered with dark red paint, with a lot of dried blood stains on it, and the claw marks of some kind of evil spirit were still left on it.

Stepping on the carpet, Zhang Dong took a deep breath and cautiously looked at the situation ahead.

Although he has the ability to be invulnerable to all attacks, he is most afraid of this situation of being trapped.

During the ghost painting incident, he had been trapped in the void space of the painting scroll, but now he didn't have to worry about the muddy path.

But this time-disordered vortex is more deadly. Although it will not hurt him, it is enough to prevent him from getting out.

Go through the hallway.

Zhang Dong came to a wider corridor. The style here was the same as before, with dark red walls and dark carpets.

But there are many separate compartments blocked by iron bars on both sides of this corridor, which are exactly like cells.

A few faint rays of light could be vaguely seen in the cell. It did not look like it was produced by electric lights or candles, but came from the windows on the wall of the cell.

This cell is in contact with the outside world in some incomprehensible way. It seems that it can be easily escaped, but in fact it is enough to trap most ghost masters to death.

"Where is that ghost?"

Zhang Dong frowned and moved forward cautiously, fearing that he would suddenly touch the ghost and cause it to wake up from its deep sleep.

His eyes swept across the cells. The cells were empty, with only a pile of withered and yellow weeds, and no other ghosts were imprisoned.

"Perhaps this is where the Wang family's house holds the ghosts, but now they are all vacated, leaving the ghost to prepare."

The corridor seems to be infinitely long, with no end in sight. As you look forward, you can only see all the rooms gathered into a point at the end.

"There are so many rooms. I only have half an hour to find it. Once this time is exceeded, the ghost will actively restart, and then there will be a three-day blockade period, but I can't even wait for three or 10 minutes."

Thinking of this, Zhang Dong frowned deeply and subconsciously speeded up.

There are a lot of rooms, and each one looks almost the same. There are no things like corpses or black shadows.

"In the original work, Wang Lu and his wife once described the appearance of the ghost. It was a terrible corpse that was confined in a supernatural pendulum clock. The corpse moved the hands of the pendulum clock with its fingers to make the time of the pendulum clock flow, and the head restarted The secret is that once its neck is turned 180 degrees, it will restart for half an hour, and if it is turned [-] degrees, the body will be revived."

Zhang Dong recalled the description in the original work and set his goal on something similar to clocks.

"Perhaps this ghost exists in some special way. After all, the time and space here have undergone unexpected changes after its constant restart."

He squinted his eyes and looked at the cells, and suddenly realized that the scene in the cells was a little unusual.

Immediately.

He looked back at the endless corridor ahead, and suddenly felt like he was staring at the timeline.

Is it
Does this corridor represent the entire timeline?
Thinking of this, Zhang Dong stopped and looked around carefully.

In the two rooms on both sides of him were simple beds made of weeds. No one was on the beds, but there were traces of people lying on them.

The traces in the room on the left are more obvious. The weeds have been squeezed for too long and a big hole has formed. The hole in the room on the right also exists, but after careful inspection, it can be found that the hole is smaller, although it is not obvious. But you can tell.

Followed.

Zhang Dong turned around and looked at the room at the rear left. He noticed that the traces on the pile of weeds had become smaller again. At the same time, he also noticed that the corridor behind him was continuously extending, with new ones being added at a speed visible to the naked eye. Room.

And the iron door he entered through was getting smaller and smaller, and was about to disappear from sight.So that’s it.
The corridor under your feet represents the timeline. If you go forward, you will go deeper into the past. You are going against the direction of time.

If you go backward, you are going in the direction of time until the time is the same as reality.

The corners of Zhang Dong's mouth raised slightly, and he instantly understood the situation here.

Each of these seemingly identical cells has some subtle differences inside. These differences are actually caused by a ghost, which has never left the room from beginning to end.

Because all the cells here are actually the same one, and the reason there are so many is because the room is stopped every second and lined up on both sides for viewing by people in the corridor.

This is consistent with the speculation that the corridor is a timeline.

He now felt as if he was in a four-dimensional space. He could clearly see every second of the prison cell and interact with it. In his eyes, time was already a thing that could be checked at will.

Kind of like the higher latitudes in movies.

"So the place I'm standing now should be the room I was in 30 seconds ago, because I just passed more than thirty cells, and there are probably more than 3000 cells at the end of the corridor, which exactly represents [-] cells in one hour. Second."

thought here.

Zhang Dong immediately turned back and walked towards the room he came from.

The first room is the point of contact with reality.

Soon, he passed more than thirty rooms, but instead of the iron door in front of him, it was replaced by a new room.

This is because time never stops, so new rooms are still being added, and he must speed up to catch up with time.

He is now a person racing against time. Fortunately, he discovered the anomaly very quickly, otherwise once he goes too deep and goes too far in time, there will be no chance to return to the starting point.

In this way, he will be dragged to the restart time of the ghost three to ten minutes later, and he will be completely lost in this four-dimensional cage.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dong felt a chill all over his body, and he couldn't help but feel scared.

Suddenly, he had to re-evaluate this ghost. It seemed to be a simple restart, but it actually gave rise to this weird place, and the four-dimensional space was superimposed through repeated restarts.

I don’t know if Wang Haiyi knows this situation. If he doesn’t know, then it’s enough to show how lucky they are to escape unharmed after coming so many times before.

But if they know about this situation but choose to hide it from themselves, it means that they have evil intentions.

But these are not the top priorities now. Once lost, it will be difficult to settle accounts with them.

Zhang Dong's steps were fast, and the iron gate symbolizing the entrance at the end of his field of vision was also expanding.

This shows that his speed can easily catch up with the passage of time.

soon.

He saw the iron gate. The walls on both sides of the iron gate were disappearing, then appearing, disappearing again, and appearing again.

Each cycle creates a new room on either side, which looks like it was squeezed out of thin air.

"If you guessed it correctly, the ghost should exist in the first room at the end, because it is in a sleeping state now, and its time should be the same as reality, which is the first room."

Zhang Dong frowned and quickly chased after him.

(End of this chapter)