Chapter 740

When they opened the door and planned to go downstairs, it was dark outside. They couldn't see anything except a little light from their room.

This room has no windows. As soon as the door light goes out, there will be no light in her sight.

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

And they can't see the stairs

Duanmuya looked at her feet, and then found that they could only see a small board at their feet. The place beyond their feet was submerged in the dark, as if there was no matter at all!

Duanmu Ya looked at her and thought for a moment. She ran back to the room and took out the cluster of candles in the room. However, the light seemed to be blocked. Nothing could be clearly illuminated except the small board under her feet!

The old man's face suddenly became dignified.

Duanmu Ya looked at her lips, thought for a moment, took out a gold ingot from her arms and threw it in the dark next to her feet.

“……”

There was silence.

Things fall. If something blocks them, they will make a sound. However, when gold ingots are thrown down, there is no echo!

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

The old man noticed Duanmu yawang's action, and his face suddenly changed, "what's going on?"

"... I don't know."

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

She's not well now.

No, it should be said that when the gold ingot was thrown down and there was no response, she was all bad.

Because Duanmu yawang knows how many floors she is now. Now she feels like standing on a very high and small platform in the dark. As long as she takes a step forward, she will fall into the abyss!

She has no way forward, only back.

So, at that moment, she felt creepy and covered with goose bumps!

The old man was silent for a moment and slowly opened his mouth: "next to me is my room. I haven't returned to my room yet."

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyes and put the candle back into the room. She thought of a possibility. When she came out, she suggested, "why don't we go in the dark?"

"OK."

The old man had no objection. If so, I immediately walked back and forth.

Suddenly, they seemed to be walking in the dark in a closed huge and possibly hanging box.

After taking a few steps, the old man reached out and touched it. The door lock made a clang sound, "this is my room."

"Yes."

Duanmuya looked at him and went on walking with the old man. Mo Yue took a few steps. The old man still had to go on walking. Duanmuya looked around his sleeve and said, "don't go forward, turn a corner."

"Do you remember?" the old man was slightly surprised.

"Yes, probably." she remembered the approximate distance from the stairway to her room.

The old man stepped back and gave way to her, "then you walk before the interview?"

"OK."

Duanmu yawang has no problem.

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

At first, Duanmu yawang paid special attention when he came up. He went upstairs while counting the steps.

Then, she remembered that there were 150 steps from the first floor to her current room. She turned outside five times before she came 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 her room.

She found that it was a big number.

Much higher than the height of the third floor she saw before she entered the store.

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

She took the old man down step by step.

Moyo walked for a quarter of an hour, and finally saw a lot of light below them. They looked out along the light and saw the gate of the Inn and the pedestrians walking outside the gate of the station.

"Miss Duanmu, it seems that we have come down." the old man said softly with a sigh of relief.

"Yes."

While Duanmu yawang was talking, he walked more than ten stairs and finally came down.

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

She frowned.

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

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 stood on one side. She hung her head and didn't know what she was turning. Duanmuya called out: "Xueji girl."

Xueji was surprised to see that they were stunned for a while, but he recovered in an instant, and then covered his lips with a smile. His appearance could be called a charming soft opening: "how did you get down? Xueji looked at the tired appearance of the two, thinking that it was too hard to go and would have a good rest."

"We came down for dinner." duanmuya looked at her deeply and said.

Snow muscle meal, "have a meal?"

"Yes." duanmuya looked up at her and looked at her strangely. "Isn't there anything to eat at this time?"

"Of course."

Snow muscle smiled and said, "please find a seat to sit in."

Duanmu yawang and the old man found a place to sit down.

Xueji brought a pot of hot tea to the two, poured a cup for each of them, and then went to be busy. Duanmu Ya looked at her eyes and followed her without trace. Then she saw her looking for it in front of the counter. After looking for it for a moment, she found something like a dish.

Her eyes lit up, then she came over with the dish card, thought about it, and first brought it to the old man, "please order what you want to eat, Xueji, so you can go to the kitchen and tell the chef."

"OK."

The old man took it, ordered two or three dishes at will, and handed the dish list to Duanmu yawang.

Duanmuya looked at the dishes and twitched at the corners of her mouth. Because there were too few dishes in this dish, she deliberately counted them. There were only eight dishes in total.

Eight dishes are even less than that of shopkeeper Ye's small inn. Fortunately, there are only two of them. If they are also ten or eight, they can't eat all the eight dishes.

The little white deer glanced at the dishes and suddenly widened his eyes. "Master, what are these? Why can't I guess a dish when I look at this dish card?"

Duanmu yawang couldn't guess. His name was strange.

"Grandpa, what did you order?"

The old man was calm. He ordered three times on the menu: "these three."

"Oh."

She was a little helpless. In the remaining five dishes, she picked up the name, looked simple and comfortable, and ordered three at will.