Chapter 72: Slimming Weight Loss Hospital 4
Everyone's plate was clean before the anchors stood up, ready to pack up and go back to the dormitory to start nap time.
The time in the weight loss hospital is really comfortable. After eating every day, I sleep.
Lin Wanwan consciously put her arms around Lin Mutao's arm and asked, "Should we go shopping and see if we have any clues?"
Lin Mutao yawned and refused, "I'm sleepy, it's time for a nap."
Lin Wanwan widened her eyes, "But... haven't you just woken up? Why did you fall asleep again?"
"Yeah, can't you sleep when you wake up? After lunch, you don't have to eat at night?"
Lin Wanwan was stunned for a while, then looked at the red heart, "Then will you come with me to find clues?"
Heart tilted his head and waved his hand.
Lin Wanwan suddenly pursed her lips, and a trace of injury flashed in her eyes, "You guys - won't you exclude me? Is it because Song Xin was with me, and then died? I just want to have a It's just a clue to accompany you."
Lin Mutao was a little strange, "This is supposed to be nap time? Then why don't you take a nap with us?"
Lin Wanwan glanced at Lin Mutao and Hongxin speechlessly, then turned around and left.
What nap time! Do you really think she is courting the two of them? If you do tasks and don't do tasks, you will know that you are lazy and sleepy!
Lin Wanwan walked through the corridor and saw a familiar figure passing by at the corner.
It's the one-inch male anchor!
Lin Wanwan was overjoyed and quickly followed.
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On the other side, Shijiu, He Miao and Biaozi also entered the dormitory for a lunch break. It seems that in the hot noon, everyone does not want to act much.
Red Heart closed the door of the girls' dormitory, turned to look at Lin Mutao, "Why don't you look for clues? You don't really want to sleep, do you?"
Lin Mutao stretched and shook her head, "Find clues first, then sleep."
There must be potential rules in the weight loss center, which are posted everywhere, such as the four rules posted under the sink. Lin Mutao believes that there must be other clues in the dormitory that have not been found.
Red Heart and Lin Mutao smiled at each other, and then began to rummage.
Lin Mutao was rummaging around in the dormitory, everyone's desk drawer was empty, only the skin care products provided by the weight loss clinic for everyone. It's such a big place to slap, if there is a clue, where will it be hidden?
Lin Mutao looked at the four upper and lower tables in the dormitory, and then looked at the wardrobe by the door. I can't seem to find it in the closet.
Lin Mutao stepped forward, opened the closet door, the closet was full of clothes, probably left by the people who lived in this dormitory last time.
She casually tugged at the clothes inside, all of which were beautiful little skirts, just by looking at these clothes, you could imagine the slender figures of the masters. Lin Mutao thought to herself, maybe this is what the weight loss hospital left for everyone to change.
This method is not often found online, is it? Buy a pair of jeans that you can't wear but you like and hang them by the bedside to motivate yourself to lose weight.
Lin Mutao's thoughts were still wandering, but the next second, someone pushed her from behind.
Lin Mutao fell into the big closet unprepared, and then the closet door closed with a squeak.
Because the wardrobe uses double sliding doors, it is not completely closed, revealing a small gap, which is the only light. But the light is also dark...
Someone definitely pushed her behind her back just now, but there were only her and hearts in the dormitory. Red Heart was still searching for clues in the bathroom. If it was her, Lin Mutao couldn't have heard the movement behind her. And the red heart is shorter than her, and the position of pushing her back will be shorter than just now.
Who is it? If the possibility of a third person in the room is ruled out, then it is an unnatural creature.
She stretched out her hand and pushed the door of the closet, but found that she couldn't open it at all, no matter how hard she tried. Lin Mutao's expression changed, the wardrobe was locked?
Lin Mutao patted the door of the closet even harder, hoping that the red heart could come out, but found that she was hidden in the closet.
But no matter how hard she tried, the heart didn't move.
This...not quite right...
Lin Mutao sat in the closet, changed to a more comfortable sitting position, and listened to the movement outside. In a dark and closed environment, the ears should be more sensitive. But Lin Mutao couldn't hear anything at all, not the sound of Hongxin turning things in the bathroom, not the sound of footsteps outside the corridor, not even the sound of the wind outside the window. In the dark wardrobe, there was only Lin Mutao's own breathing...
Is the wardrobe door so soundproof?
Lin Mutao wanted to summon the eyebrow trimmer in her backpack, but found that there was no system sound. There is no sound indicating successful realization, and no warning sound indicating that it cannot be summoned.
As if...she lost the system...
This is a situation that Lin Mutao has never encountered before, and a trace of panic flashed in her heart.
Lin Mutao leaned against the wall of the closet, guessing that she might have entered a different space. In this different space, she seemed to be isolated, unable to hear outside voices or outside movements . The red heart outside couldn't hear her voice either.
Time is too hard in the dark...Lin Mutao thought about it, wondering if Shi Jiajiu and Hongxin would find out that she had disappeared suddenly? How is she going to get out now? Even the eyebrow trimmer can't be summoned, and if you want to kill yourself with a knife, you won't be able to die.
No! How could she be so inactive! She also wants to spread positive energy to the audience in the live broadcast room!
Lin Mutao straightened her back, which had been relaxed. Since something pushed her into the closet, it must have its purpose. Maybe there is really some clues hidden in the closet.
In the darkness, Lin Mutao stretched out her hands and groped to see if there were written clues on the wall of the wooden wardrobe, and touched the hanging clothes.
Suddenly—Lin Mutao’s movements stopped. She moved to the right, feeling the clothes in her hand. The texture of this fabric is clearly denim, this is a denim jacket!
Lin Mutao pulled the coat on her head and covered her head.
Lin Mutao pulled down her coat and tried her best to feel it with her fingers. The coat was a bit too wide and even had buttons. There is no such dress at all!
What happened? Lin Mutao was holding the denim jacket in her arms, could it be—the wardrobe she is now in is no longer the wardrobe in the dormitory! The wardrobe she is in is someone else's wardrobe!
When Lin Mutao finally figured it out, a dazzling light suddenly penetrated the small crack in the wardrobe door, which stimulated the eyes that had adapted to the darkness, and even tears came out .
It seemed that she had really stayed in the closet for too long. Lin Mutao raised her coat to cover her face. front door. The cabinet door still won't open.
But the little finger-wide slit was enough for her to see what was going on outside.
Lin Mutao was surprised to find that outside the wardrobe was not the scene of the dormitory of the weight loss hospital, but a very ordinary room. The room is not big, but although the sparrow is small and complete, it should be the kind of single apartment.
Lin Mutao can see the whole room through the cracks. The innermost part of the room is a very clean bed. There is a desk beside the bed, a laptop on the desk, and leftover instant noodles.
In Lin Mutao's time, people used optical brains and optical screens. Computers have been eliminated and only appear in textbooks in the form of pictures. Yes, paper and pen are timeless.
Lin Mutao glanced at the closed laptop and determined that this was not her real world.
So what is this? Lock her in the closet, and why?
At this moment, the innermost door of the room was opened, and a dark-skinned and ordinary-looking man walked out, shaking the water in his hand as he walked.
Only then did Lin Mutao realize that there was a bathroom in the room, and the man should have just come out of the toilet.
So—the light suddenly came on, it should be the man who came home and turned on the light.
But who is this man? Lin Mutao calmly continued to stick to the crack of the door to observe the man's movements.
She saw the man walking around the room as if he were doing nothing.
Then the man suddenly turned his head and looked at the wardrobe.
Has he found someone in the wardrobe?
Lin Mutao tightly covered her mouth, covered her head with the denim jacket just now, and moved to the side, trying her best to hide behind the cabinet door.
There were footsteps outside the closet, and Lin Mutao didn't dare to move.
Then the sound disappeared again. The surroundings are back to peace.
Lin Mutao covered her clothes and felt a little sullen. Finally, she couldn't help but gently pulled down her clothes, exposing her head and exhaling a slow and long breath.
But in addition to her own heartbeat and breathing, there is another sound in the wardrobe, which is also slow and slight.
This is—breathing! Not in the wardrobe, but outside the wardrobe, separated by a layer of wooden wardrobe doors, as if someone was breathing in her ear.
Lin Mutao looked at the crack of the wardrobe door, and a few short black hairs stabbed in!
The man is looking through the crack of the door!
Lin Mutao hurriedly lowered her head and tried her best to hide herself with clothes. She didn't know whether this unknown man saw her, Lin Mutao only knew that her body was shaking uncontrollably, like a sieve.
Then, she heard the man's light laughter, "This wardrobe is not bad, it is a good place for Tibetans."
Lin Mutao is like a frightened bird, this man must have discovered her! Lin Mutao kept summoning her eyebrow trimmer in her heart, but the live broadcast system still didn't respond at all.
The wardrobe door opened slowly, the man grabbed the handle of the wardrobe, and the light of the room leaked into the wardrobe little by little. It was only a momentary thing to open the wardrobe door, but in Lin Mutao's view, this short moment seemed to be stretched out, making her heart beat faster.
Lin Mutao sat in the closet and took a defensive posture. As soon as the closet door was opened, she would jump out.
But the next second, she heard the voice of the red heart, "Lin Mutao? Lin Mutao! Where are you?"
Lin Mutao was startled, she stretched out her hand and pressed it on the wardrobe door, the wardrobe door was pushed open immediately, and Lin Mutao, who was not ready, almost jumped out again.
Outside the wardrobe is not the single apartment, nor the man, but the familiar dormitory of the weight loss hospital.
Red Heart was standing not far away, watching her in surprise, unable to close her mouth, "Lin Mutao? Why are you hiding in the closet?"
Lin Mutao is back!
Lin Mutao hurriedly got out of the closet, "What time is it?"
Red Heart looked at her with strange eyes, "What time did you say? It's half past two?"
It's only half past two. Lin Mutao remembered that it was a little after two o'clock when they returned to the dormitory, so she only stayed in the closet for more than twenty minutes?
Absolutely more! Lin Mutao felt that she had been fumbling in that broken wardrobe for twenty minutes.
Lin Mutao turned to look at the closet with the door still wide open. The closet was full of beautiful skirts, and there was no denim jacket at all.
The time in the closet and the time in the weight loss hospital do not pass in equal proportions, and the clothes hanging in the two closets are not the same.
So she must have entered another person's wardrobe just now, or - entered another time and space.
What the **** is going on here?
What kind of secrets is hidden in that time and space?
She hasn't figured it out yet, so don't tell Hearts. Lin Mutao looked at Hongxin and asked, "What did you find?"
Red Heart spread out her hand, and on the palm was a small rolled up note, "I found this - the fifth rule of the weight loss hospital."
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