When they opened the door and planned to go downstairs, it was pitch black outside, they could not see anything, only a little light from their room.

There is no window in this room. As long as the light on the door of the room goes out, there will be no light as far as she can see.

When they came up, the small lights in the stairs were gone.

Also, they can't see the stairs...

Duanmuya glanced at her feet, and then discovered that they could only see a small wooden board under their feet, and the place outside their feet was submerged in darkness, as if nothing happened at all!

Duanmu Ya looked at her heart for a while, thought for a moment, ran back to the room and took out the cluster of candles in the room. However, the light seemed to be blocked, except for the small wooden board under her feet. The photos are not clear!

The old man's face suddenly became serious.

Duanmu Ya looked at her lips, thought for a moment, took a gold ingot from her arms and threw it from the dark place beside her feet.

"..."

There was silence.

When something falls, if something obstructs it, it will definitely make a sound. However, when the gold ingot is thrown down, there is no response at all!

Does this mean that there is actually a black hole near their feet?

The old man noticed Duanmu Yawang's movements, his face changed suddenly, "What's the matter?"

"...I don't know."

Duanmu Yawang took a deep breath. When they came up, it was obviously not like this.

She is all ill now.

No, it should be said that when the gold ingot was thrown down and there was no response, her whole body was not good.

Because Duanmu Yawang knew that she was on several floors now, and now she felt like she was standing on a very small platform in the dark. As long as she took a step forward, she would fall into an abyss!

She has no way forward, only backwards.

So, at that moment, she felt terrified, and her whole body was instantly covered with goose bumps!

The old man fell silent for a moment, and slowly said: "Next to my room is my room, I haven't returned to the room yet."

Duanmuya looked at her eyes, put the candlelight in her hand back to the room, thought of a possibility, and suggested when she came out: "Why, let's go in the dark?"

"good."

The old man had no objections, and after speaking, I immediately went back and forth.

Suddenly, the two of them seemed to be walking in the dark in a closed, huge, and possibly suspended box.

After a few steps, the old man stretched out his hand and a door lock made a clattering sound, "This is my room."

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang responded, and continued to move forward with the old man. Mo Yue walked a few steps, and the old man continued to walk forward. Duanmu Yawang took his sleeves and said, "Don't go forward, turn around."

"Do you remember probably?" The old man was slightly surprised.

"Yes, probably." She remembers the approximate distance from the stairs to her room.

The old man took a step back and gave her a concession, "Then you try to go ahead?"

"good."

Duanmu Yawang has no objection.

She walked forward, and then took it away at her own pace. In the second step, she touched the ladder, and then walked along the ladder step by step.

At the beginning, Duanmu Yawang paid special attention to it when he came up. He went upstairs while counting the number of steps.

Then, she remembered that from the first floor to where she is in her current room, there were a total of one hundred and fifty steps in the whole process of going downstairs. She turned around five times before coming up.

Then, according to the height of each step and the approximate inclination angle of the stairs, she quickly calculated the approximate height from the first floor to the room where she lived.

She found that it was a big number.

It was much larger than the height of the three floors she saw before she entered the store.

So, when she came up, she was almost sure that she was living on the sixth floor!

She took the old man down step by step.

Moyue walked for a quarter of an hour. Below them, they finally saw a lot of light. Looking out along the light, they saw the entrance of the inn and the pedestrians walking outside the entrance of the passenger station.

"Miss Duanmu, it seems we are down." The old man said softly with a sigh of relief.

"right."

When Duanmu Yawang said, he walked ten steps of stairs and finally came down.

When they came down, they looked back and found that the stairs that had been dark were actually brightly lit...

She frowned.

The old man didn't understand what was going on either.

However, neither of them spoke.

Duanmuya glanced at the hall on the first floor and found that the shopkeeper was not in front of the counter, but Xueji was standing on one side, bowing her head and wondering what she was turning over. Duanmuya called out, "Girl Xueji."

Sekkisei saw the two of them stunned for a moment, as if a little surprised, but he recovered in an instant, then he covered his lips and smiled softly and said, "Why did the two of you get down?" Sekkise looked at the two tired appearances, thinking It’s too hard to hurry, and I’ll take a good rest."

"We came down to have a meal." Duanmu Yawang took a deep look at her and said.

Sekkisei had a meal, "Diet?"

"Yes." Duanmu Ya raised her eyebrows, looking at her a little strangely, "Is there nothing to eat at this time?"

"Of course there is."

Xuejiu smiled and stretched out his hand, "Please find a seat for both of you."

Duanmu Yawang and the old man sat down to find a place.

Xuejiu brought a pot of hot tea to the two of them, poured a cup for each of them, and then went to work again, Duanmuya followed her without a trace, and then saw her looking at the counter, looking for it. It took a while before I found out what a dish looked like.

She brightened her eyes, then walked over with the dish card, thought for a moment, and first brought it to the old man, "You two, please have something to eat. Sekkisei can go to the kitchen and talk to the chef."

"OK."

The old man reached out and took it, ordered two or three dishes at random, and then handed the dish card to Duanmu Yawang.

Duanmu Ya looked at the dish, and the corners of her mouth twitched. Because this dish had too few dishes, she deliberately counted it. There were only eight dishes in total.

Eight, there are fewer dishes than Ye shopkeeper's small inn. Fortunately, there are only two of them. If they are also ten or eight, all eight dishes have been ordered, and they are not allowed to eat.

Xiao Bailu glanced at the dishes, his eyes widened suddenly, "Master, what are these? Why can't I guess a dish when I look at this dish?"

Duanmu Yawang couldn't guess, the name was strange.

"Grandpa, what did you order?"

The old man was more calm, and he ordered three times on the dish: "These three."

"Oh."

She was a little helpless. Among the remaining five dishes, she picked up the names that looked simpler and more comfortable, and ordered three at random.