Chapter 128: The Sandman's Room (Illusion)

On the floor of the first of the three bedrooms, there is a four-foot-tall bronze statue of a satire, in a state of extreme excitement, and the artistic conception of the sculpture was captured by the sculptor.
On a wall of the first bedroom, many photos of singers are arranged, showing the elaborately decorated dances, decorating everyone.
There are more antique paintings on other walls.
The print looks like an illustration of a pornographic rewriting of the Old Testament, as well as huge fragments from ribbon ornaments, in which orcs are carefully arranged.
There was a double bed in the room, which was stripped back to a dirty mattress, and there was a dressing table with some casual clothes and some letters in it, but Li Huai did not put them in his pocket.
Li Bai, buried behind the middle drawer, found another envelope, which contained only one thing: a photo of him writing as the Good family, standing by the swimming pool, always freezing happily.
Finally, Li Huai had a portrait of Goode, his smile was not restrained, and his arms were tightly hugging his happy spouse.
Children, girls and boys, are as happy as their parents.
It was great to be Goode that day, there is no doubt about it.
Like Li Huai carefully examining his father's face, he could not see that Goode was a person with a secret.
All the lines on his face are laugh lines, and his eyes are fixed on the camera without the slightest silence.
Li Huai put the photo on top of the dressing table in case future visitors can find it.
Then he moved to the next room. in the darkness. Li Bai stayed on the threshold when he noticed the light switch.
So far, nothing he has seen in the room has prepared him for everything he saw when the single light bulb hung in the center of the room was on.
Finally, he can entertain Mai Xia by describing: a leather sling is hung from the ceiling supported by suspended ropes.
This is a black hammock, specially designed for those special people, they can be lifted high to give them the best rest.
The windows of the room are sealed with blackout fabric. Between the window and the place where Li Huai was standing, there were all kinds of toys: toy cars ranging in size from ancient to unimaginable, ducks, dolls and old-fashioned walking sticks, two gas masks, long and short. The ropes, oxygen cylinders and presses attached to the rubber tubes, and a dozen items that look like esoteric surgical equipment.
Everything is very clean. There is even a faint pine smell disinfectant.
However, despite the painful weird and intense rituals, they left nothing in the room, and no one came to warn Li Wei of the imminent trouble.
According to the standards of bacteria and metaphysics, the room is very clean.
"I understand what you mean, Mr. Good." Li Huai murmured to the creator of this possibility, even though he was not there at the time.
Li Badi moved to the next room, which he fully anticipated would contain evidence of further escalation of Goode's happy life.
He opened the door, and it was the only house inside that had a mark etched into it.
Li Huai was not sure whether to shut out unwanted guests or dangerous items, but he was sure he would find out soon.
He turned on the light to illuminate a room, which was a model of etiquette compared to the previous room.
The windows are also blacked out here, and like the rest of the room, they are painted light gray.
When he crossed the threshold, Li Badi's heart twitched with warning.
He will be able to explain the subtle differences in the signals over the years.
This warning is equivalent to a flashing amber light. It told him that some kind of magical work had been done here.
But where is the evidence? He guessed that there were two ordinary wooden chairs in the room, a bowl full of dog food, and his dried wreckage still attracted some lazy flies.
With its rotting wooden boards and opaque windows, this room is undoubtedly full of magic.
There are two strange places in the structure of the room. Li Huai noticed the moment he surveyed the room: the window on the right is too close to the corner of the room, which means that the architect did a bad job or was in a dirty Historically, the room has been shortened a bit, and artificial walls have been used to create a very narrow but unseen fourth space.
Li Huai walked towards the wall, looking for a certain way, the signal in his heart kept increasing, which showed that he had indeed become warmer and warmer in Marco Polo's ghost game.
Li Bai looked down at his left palm, and Mai Dong pulled the searcher's mark in pain.
Li Huai immediately returned to the Eleventh Street. The hand was not his but the hand of the devil.
"Spit!" Li Huai heard the word bounce off the wall in the claustrophobic space.
"Fuck yourself," Li Badi put his hand on the wall, looking away from the top of his head.
Now he is doing something.
A silent command, a command that does not slow down his work speed because of his thoughts. Hold Li Badi's hand and move it up and down on the wall until his little finger touches the ground.
Li Huai felt the excitement of the searcher's mark as he searched, because his hand was pressed against the invisible quarry and accelerated his speed.
The marks on the gray paint are almost darker than the rest of the wall.
Before Li Huai didn't even realize it, his hand had selected the to complete the work. It pressed gently on the scene and heard an audible click, and then Li Huai had to stand behind a door, cleverly covered by the gray paint, swinging on the silent hinge.
Mr. Goode obviously has more hiding places than his extensive collection of toys. Satisfied with this discovery, Li Huai walked into the small room and found out.
Like its predecessor, this small room has only one light bulb to illuminate it, but although there is nothing in the previous room that interested Li Huai, the narrow passage is another story entirely.
A wall was given to books, their ancient atmosphere is strong.
Li Huai has been their victim several times, and the library is their chosen location.
Father Edgar, the overlord of the library, was often absent from his desk and slapped the boys who were dissatisfied with returning the books.
Among the stacks of bookshelves, the strong occupies a small part. There, Li Huai put his head on the floor when he was used, and learned to hate the smell of old books.
Li Huai discarded the smell and his unmissable memories, and quickly browsed Goode's secret library, pausing only when he encountered a title of particular interest.
Goode's limited but impressive library includes "Crustacean Derivatives", a series of books that undoubtedly promotes incompetence more than the other things on these well-stocked shelves.
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