"滴滴...嗒嗒..."
As the invisible ticking of a clock traversed the surface of the world, Yan Huan's consciousness flickered between light and dark in an instant.
Just a second passed, and the reality where Ye Shiyu still stood faded like an oil painting, finally transforming into another scene.
Before him was a cramped, sealed rental room.
There was no odor in the room, but the visible windows and door gaps were sealed with paper strips, making the space exceedingly dim.
Yan Huan blinked and, as he slightly moved, realized that his hand was still gripping a knife.
He seemed to be...
Guarding against something.
And in front of him was a phone placed on the table.
"..."
Yan Huan stared blankly at the narrow room, clearly feeling the difference from reality.
The only similarity was that the time had reached 4:45.
He had already entered the if line.
"Meow~"
On his shoulder, a black shadow gradually solidified, opening a pair of emerald-like feline eyes.
"Meow..."
