Outside the house, the sky was gloomy, as if a storm was coming.
The room was unusually quiet and the light was very dim.
There was a large white carpet in the room, and on the carpet, there was a very young man with short blond hair lying on it in a very twisted position.
The man lay motionless on his stomach. There was no sign of him moving at all, as if he was asleep.
From the side, the white carpet on which the man was lying had a large glaring red pattern. It looked wet, as if red dye had been spilled.
However, the man who was lying on the carpet did not seem to feel anything. He was still lying on the carpet as if he was asleep.
At this moment, the man's body suddenly moved.
Then, the man's tightly shut eyes slowly opened.
"Um…"
After opening his eyes, the man subconsciously let out a light snort.
"Damn it! What happened?"
The man, who had completely regained his consciousness, screamed when he saw the situation in front of him.
Yes, this man is our main character, Wang Lin, a web novel writer who has written countless books and failed countless times.
Our protagonist is panicking now because he was still chatting with the Duke of Zhou in his rented apartment.
However, when he woke up and opened his eyes again, it was as if he had transmigrated from his rented apartment to a very unfamiliar place.
Furthermore, when he opened his eyes, he saw a dazzling red color in front of him. What he smelled was also a pungent smell.
"Is this red thing blood?”
Wang Lin dipped his finger in it and sniffed it.
"D * mn, it's really blood! I'm not injured. It's not my blood. What's going on?”
After confirming that it was blood, Wang Lin panicked even more.
This was not his fault. No matter who this strange scene happened to, they would all panic.
However, in his past life as a writer, he had often imagined and imagined some strange scenes in his mind. Therefore, after taking a few deep breaths, Wang Lin regained his calm.
After regaining his composure, Wang Lin sat on the ground and took a few deep breaths before he slowly got up from the carpet.
After looking at the surroundings, Wang Lin understood that he was in a room.
The layout of the room was very simple. There was only one bed and one desk.
The computer on the desk was the only thing that could emit light in this dark room.
Although there were few things in the room, it allowed Wang Lin to relax a little. Although there was a large pool of blood in the room and the smell was very pungent, it was fortunate that he was not in a dangerous environment like the deep mountains and forests.
With the help of the dim light from the computer screen, Wang Lin staggered out of the room.
After walking out of the room, he was greeted with a living room that was as monotonous as the room. There was only an extra sofa and a television. The decoration style was obviously European and American.
"Hello, is anyone there?" Wang Lin did not walk into the living room. Instead, he stood at the door of the room and shouted.
His experience in writing novels told him that when he suddenly came to an unfamiliar environment, it was best not to wander around or touch things. It was the same principle as a child who had lost his way and had to stay where he was and wait for an adult.
However, after waiting for a while, the living room was still quiet. No one else came to answer him.
Wang Lin licked his dry lips. However, he immediately felt a salty taste in his mouth, causing Wang Lin to spit out a few mouthfuls of saliva.
He wanted to use his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his sleeve had long been soaked in blood, so the more he wiped, the more blood there was on his face.
Helplessly, Wang Lin could only move his feet and find the living room's light to turn on, hoping that the light could give him a sense of security.
Then, Wang Lin started to search for the bathroom. He only wanted to go to the bathroom to wash the blood off his face. Otherwise, he would be disgusted to death sooner or later.
It had been about four to five minutes since he woke up. Although it was a short time, as a professional failed writer, he was still a professional writer.
Wang Lin was 99% confident that he had already transmigrated to another world.
However, Wang Lin was not like the protagonist in his novel, who felt the joy of knowing that he had transmigrated.
Instead, he was a little afraid, like a helpless little white rabbit.
After all, a novel was a novel, and reality was reality. In a novel, you could do whatever you wanted, but in real life, if you were to be so reckless, you would probably die too soon.
Moreover, there were so many transmigrators.
Not every transmigrator could transmigrate to the world they wished to transmigrate to.
If you were unlucky and transmigrated to an unknown world or went to a horror movie like Sadako, you wouldn't be able to last long with your trash physique.
"Amitabha. God bless us. There mustn't be anything inside!”
Finally, he found the bathroom. Standing at the door, Wang Lin's breathing was a little careful as he prayed in his heart.
Then, Wang Lin took a deep breath, reached out his hand, and slowly pushed the bathroom door open.
"Pa da!"
Just as he pushed open the door, a voice suddenly rang out, scaring Wang Lin so much that he took a few steps back.
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