Chapter 1572: Chapter 1572: Dreams and Roommates “Abnormality X3-297: Unchanging House “The decor inside the entire house permanently remains in the scene from June 15, 754, when the previous tenant died. “Any alterations to the room’s furniture or decor will be restored to their original position by five o’clock the next morning. Except for daily necessities added to the original furniture, any newly purchased furniture will disappear by the next day, and all furniture and decor will revert to their original appearance. “Even if you dismantle the entire house for renovation, it will be restored by the next morning. “X3-297 also affects the tenants living in the house. As the duration of residence increases, the tenants, no matter where they are in the house, will return to the bed at five in the morning. “After residing for more than a month, tenants often hear the sound of someone moving around the house at midnight. “Many tenants have moved out of X3-297 due to this, and almost no one can live there for more than three months, leaving the house in a long-term vacant state.” Lily looked at the introductory information on the tablet and looked up at Reid, “Captain, is Apartment 1251 in the Maureen Building the address from just now on Loren’s business card?” As the room number 1251 tilted backward, the door opened, and He Ao stepped into the room. A shadow that had been crouching at the doorway abruptly moved aside, standing next to He Ao, “You big fool, you’re back?” She circled around He Ao. “Are you hurt again? Can you hear me?” “Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?” “Do you have money for the medical fees?” “Sigh, you can’t see me.” With a crisp sound, He Ao’s body suddenly fell forward, collapsing entirely onto the ground. His field of view had already plunged into darkness; this body had finally reached its limit. And the figure standing by him became instantly flustered. “Ah!!! You big fool! What’s wrong with you!!!” “You fool, don’t die!” “Restore! Restore! Restore!” In the last moment before losing consciousness, He Ao seemed to hear the sound of the door closing automatically. Suffocation, despair, loneliness. As if the body had submerged into a deep sea, sinking rapidly. Ultimately, He Ao’s feet touched the ground, a slightly cool breeze brushing against his cheeks. He looked up, surveying his surroundings. An old swing, a rusty slide, filthy toy blocks, sand piles clumped together, a yard overgrown with weeds. The entire world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray filter; the sky revealed neither sun nor moon, only a layer of gray mist remaining. A sharp sound came from behind, and He Ao turned his head, only to see two rusty iron doors swaying back and forth in the cool breeze. A large iron lock with chains hung on the doors, clanging against the rusty doors, making a chilling sound. Beyond the iron doors, no streets or houses could be seen, only a vague mist remaining. “There’s a newcomer coming today; we need to hold a welcome party.” “Is it a boy or a girl?” “I heard it’s a girl, and she’s a big kid.” The chains of the swing pulled at the old supports, making sizzling, sharp sounds. “Hahaha!” A group of blurry children suddenly appeared around, passing by He Ao. Two kids sitting on the swings were chatting idly while swaying, each child’s illusion passing through the yard, screaming with laughter. “For today’s welcome party, can we have chicken legs?” “There’ll surely be chicken legs, and candies too.” “Hope the dean gives a bit more candy.” The chatter abruptly stopped, and the two figures on the swings had vanished at some point, leaving only the swinging swings echoing with the squeaking sound in this desolate yard. The entire yard fell silent for a moment. “Loren,” a boy wearing a yellow T-shirt appeared in front of He Ao, his face blurry, seemingly hidden in a mist. He reached out, grabbing at He Ao, “Come join the welcome party with us—” A simply wrapped candy was clutched in his palm, bursting into flames as he extended the hand. The blurry skin began to fall off, revealing the charred blackness with sparks burning underneath. Lying on the ground, He Ao suddenly opened his eyes. The cool wind brushed his cheeks, and he slowly sat up from the ground. Scattered memories emerged in his mind, gradually ‘waking up’ from the chaos of the dream. Although his body was that of a mortal, his position and soul remained that of an angel. What kind of power could pull an angel into a dream? He looked up again at the foggy sky around him. He seemed to be standing in a vast prairie. A gentle cool breeze swept across the land, swaying the lush green grass leaves. No, those were not grass leaves, but lines of lush green ‘threads,’ planted into the pitch-black earth, swaying lightly with the invisible wind over the field, as if it were a genuine meadow. He Ao lowered his head, gazing at the ground beneath his feet. This pitch-black ground was not composed of soil, but a mass of hazy mist, yet treading upon it felt like he was standing on real earth. He Ao lifted his gaze, looking once more at the fog-laden sky above. Vaguely, the mist gently undulated, as if an invisible entity were moving within it. This undulation stretched from one side of the sky to the other. It was as if a massive entity, larger than the firmament, lay hidden beyond those clouds. He Ao reached out his hand, attempting to touch the sky. In a vast, spotless space, a blurred figure suddenly opened its eyes. He Ao suddenly opened his eyes, the reflection of a dark, old ceiling in his gray-brown pupils. A faint chill permeated the air. Pressing his hand against his forehead, struggling with mild dizziness and the flood of memories rushing to his mind, he sat up from the bed. He gazed at the familiar old decor, feeling his fully recovered body, the sensation of clotting blood caking his skin. It seemed he was truly awake this time. He quickly reviewed the ‘dream’ he had just experienced. That desolate courtyard should be the orphanage Loren once stayed at, and that dream should be the outermost layer of the dream. Under normal circumstances, He Ao should have stayed in that dream, but the dream had stirred his spirituality, and with the tremor of the angel power, he fell into the deeper layer of the dream. Then he was ejected from the underlying Dream. It should be because of a certain special mysticism connection that he ‘entered the dream’. From the situation at that orphanage, it’s very likely the mysticism connection on ‘Loren’. The power that can easily draw Angels into dreams. It seems there are quite a few ‘entwined’ things on Loren. He Ao recalled the large swath of misty fog and ‘wilderness’ he saw in the Dream, suppressing the confusion in his heart for the time being, shaking his head and slowly standing up. He looked at the tightly closed door in front of him, rubbing his forehead. He remembered that he seemed not to have returned to the room? Was he lying on the floor? Loren usually directly sleeps on the bed, no matter how tired, he would fall on the bed. Anyway, every morning Loren wakes up from this house, he wakes up from bed, so he hasn’t paid attention to this. At this moment, He Ao even had the illusion that he might have remembered wrong. He lifted his gaze, his eyes sweeping across the house. A faint, invisible wave seemed to permeate within this house. This house is special, Loren knows. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be possible to get the rent at one-third of the price without management fees plus a bunch of benefits. He had heard footsteps outside the door at midnight a long time ago. According to Loren’s understanding, even though he lives alone in this house, he has a roommate. But under the condition of one-third rent, this doesn’t matter. Loren even subconsciously feels this house is like a half ‘safe house’. If there’s any problem, that ‘roommate’ will help him fend it off, at least capable of scaring away some ‘uninvited intruders’. So subconsciously, when Loren encounters danger, it’s time to ‘go home’. Compared to people, stray kids trust ghosts more. He Ao raised his wrist and looked at the time on it, seven-thirty. The alarm he set hadn’t gone off yet, he woke up early. It’s now the end of November, and sunrise time in Xiluo City is roughly around seven-fifty. He has twenty minutes. He quickly opened the door. “What to do… What to do… What to do…” Outside the door, a short girl was clutching her head, pacing back and forth. Her hair was tousled and fluffy, like a bird’s nest. “Big fool is dying… Big fool is dying…” She reached out, picked up the desk phone, but couldn’t dial a number; this phone had long been out of service due to overdue fees. “Big fool is going to…” She raised her head, saw He Ao walking out of the room, and suddenly froze like a pause button, “Big fool, you’re alright?!!” He Ao naturally walked past her. “Big fool, you’re alright?” She followed behind He Ao, “How are you alright? Did you secretly see a Doctor?” “Big fool… Big fool…” In her rambling words, He Ao pulled open the wardrobe door, took out a set of clothes, and directly walked into the bathroom. Follow current novels on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽 As the bathroom door closed, the girl’s following footsteps stopped outside. “This big fool can’t see me again,” accompanied by the rushing shower sound coming from deep within the bathroom, the girl returned to the dining room area, propped her face, and sat on a chair, “can’t hear me speaking again.” The sound of water came quickly and went quickly; in only about five or six minutes, He Ao had dressed, and come out of the bathroom. He let the wet brown hair naturally rest on his head and walked to the refrigerator beside the dining table, opening the refrigerator door. An empty fridge appeared in his field of view. “Big fool, you want to cook,” the girl beside him leaned over, “there’s nothing at home right now.” Under the bright light of the fridge, only two slices of toast, a piece of bacon, a slice of cheese, an egg, a lettuce leaf, and half a bottle of synthetic milk were illuminated. Loren’s diet actually wasn’t bad. The coach often took him to buy some relatively safe Exotic Beast Meat at the black market. This kind of meat is particularly nourishing to the body but also very expensive. Loren basically eats it right away whenever he buys it, without leftovers. But Loren also buys some truly fresh foods, like fresh eggs, bacon made from real meat, and fresh milk. These things are richer than synthetic nutrients but also more costly. He Ao quickly took the items from the fridge, turned on the electric stove, started the extractor fan, and put a frying pan on it, First, he put the two slices of toast in the pan without oil, to dry on both sides, then took out the toast and poured a little oil, and cracked the egg into it. Accompanied by sizzling sounds, a strong aroma permeated the air. “Big fool, your cooking smells tastier now.” The tousled-hair girl stood beside He Ao, tiptoeing to look at the quickly frying egg in the pan. As she spoke, He Ao had already placed the bacon into the pan, emitting heat. Once the egg and bacon were cooked, he turned off the stove. Then he picked up the crisply toasted bread, placed one slice on the cutting board, split the lettuce leaf in half, laid one half on the toast, then consecutively placed the egg, some ketchup found in a corner, the lightly browned bacon slices, and covered with the other half of lettuce leaf and toast. The messy-haired girl with wide-open eyes watched He Ao’s movements, gazing at the layers of piled ingredients, swallowing several mouthfuls of saliva. He Ao lifted his hand and cut the toast diagonally, dividing it into two sandwiches. He glanced at the oil and ketchup seeping out along the cut. If it were tomato slices, it would taste better, but there’s no choice now, settling with ketchup. He arranged one sandwich on a plate and carried it over to the dining table. This apartment is very small; the kitchen is open-style, only a few steps away to the dining table. The hot aroma, like an invisible hand, led the girl’s nose, making her naturally follow to the table. He Ao picked up a glass from the table, took milk from the fridge, poured a glass, and placed it next to the sandwich. He Ao then turned around, carrying the milk, walking toward the cutting board with the other sandwich. The girl lying on the table looked at the sandwich, reached out, then retracted her hand, swallowing. Her hand rested on the table edge, attempting to pull her gaze away from the steaming sandwich. By this time, He Ao had already picked up the other sandwich from the cutting board and poured another glass of milk, walking to the dining table. He opened the electric curtains, lifted his head, and looked out into the dark night sky. At the horizon, there already seemed to be signs of whitening. He then lowered his head, looking at the messy-haired girl in front, who was swallowing furiously yet trying to turn her gaze away, casually remarking, “Why aren’t you eating? Still not hungry?” “Of course I’m hungry, you don’t know how long I haven’t eaten.” The girl instinctively replied. Then she suddenly froze, her body like a puppet hit by magic, slowly turning her head, like seeing a ghost, staring wide-eyed at He Ao, “You can see me?” “Is there a problem?” He Ao glanced at her, “You’ve been chattering all morning since you got up, I’m neither blind nor deaf.” While he was speaking, the girl had already turned, body half-hidden behind the dining chair, cautiously protruding half her head, looking at He Ao, “You can see me?” “Of course—” He Ao slightly opened his mouth, next moment he was by the girl’s side, lowering his head, voice hoarse and deep, “—I can.” “Ahhhhhh!!!! A ghost!!! No, a human!!!” At an ear-piercing scream, the girl directly leaped up, almost onto the refrigerator. “Alright, alright,” He Ao chuckled, looking at her, “Eat something if you’re hungry, I need to get busy.” He Ao doesn’t know why he can see the girl in front of him. Loren couldn’t see her before; from the girl’s reaction, others don’t see her either. Perhaps it’s the influence of Super Memory, or maybe some other factors, but ultimately, he knows who Loren’s ‘roommate’ has been this past year. He Ao, holding the sandwich and milk, walked to the window, taking a glance at his personal attribute panel’s Physical fitness, 50. Seems like F-level cultivation method doesn’t pose much problem either. Time for a breakthrough. And behind him, the girl clutching the refrigerator’s edge lowered her head, glancing at the sandwich on the table, hesitated a bit, slowly loosened her hand and leaned over. The sky was turning pale, Dawn’s light cut through the night, descending on the silent city.