Lewandowski told Fatty that the black pillars they had just seen, he called BlackBridge.

According to Lewandowski, the BlackBridge was a passage connecting all areas, and it took him a long time to figure out its rules.

Lewandowski told Fatty that if he wanted to find his friends, he had to keep trying in the BlackBridge.

Although the BlackBridge was a passage, it wasn't an elevator, so there was no way to choose a floor.

Movement through the BlackBridge could only rely on accumulated experience, and even Lewandowski couldn't pinpoint his movements very accurately.

Moreover, Lewandowski also told Fatty that some of the places connected by the BlackBridge were very dangerous, and if one accidentally entered, one could very likely lose their life. Lewandowski himself had once narrowly escaped.

Fatty was very nervous after hearing Lewandowski's explanation; it would be a lie to say he wasn't afraid.

Lewandowski took Fatty through the BlackBridge to several spaces, but they didn't find Zoey and Jennifer's group.

Seeing that searching one by one wasn't efficient, Fatty asked Lewandowski if there was a more convenient method.

Lewandowski thought for a moment and said to Fatty, "There is, but it's very dangerous."

Fatty didn't care about the danger at this time; finding people was the priority. So Fatty said to Lewandowski, "Put the danger aside for now. No matter what method we use, we must find my friends as soon as possible."

...

Zoey was swept along by the torrent inside the BlackBridge all the way, and the violent tumbling and spinning made her dizzy and almost vomit.

After an unknown amount of time, Zoey was finally thrown out of the torrent.

When she came out, Zoey was so dizzy that she could barely stand up straight. She closed her eyes and swayed, trying to adapt to her current environment.

After recovering, Zoey realized that she hadn't returned to the previous plaza.

She was now in a very strange, corridor-like space. The ground, walls, and everything else here were jet-black like oil, and a faint reflection showed a bit of a metallic luster.

Zoey tried to find an exit in this black space.

When Zoey stepped on the ground, a shallow ripple formed where her shoes met the black floor, as if she were walking on water.

On both sides of the corridor were things like black mirrors, and Zoey saw herself reflected in the mirrors.

However, these mirrors were very strange. The figures in the mirrors weren't exactly her.

Besides looking like her, the figures in the mirrors were dressed and shaped completely differently, as if the mirrors had created paintings based on Zoey's image.

The first paintings in the mirrors that Zoey saw were relatively normal; the only difference was that the clothes were different from what Zoey was wearing now.

As she walked further, the images of Zoey in the mirrors became increasingly bizarre and strange.

Even her physical features had undergone earth-shattering changes. Some only had her face, while the other parts of her body were completely different. In one mirror, there was even a human-faced beast.

Zoey was terrified. She didn't know where these mirrors extended to.

The figures in the mirrors were lifelike, and Zoey was afraid that the "herself" in the mirror would run out.

At this point, she slowed down and didn't dare to go any further.

"Fatty—Jennifer—are you there?" Zoey called out.

But no one responded to her. The corridor was eerily quiet, without even an echo.

Zoey called out again, "Dodge—Derek—are you there?"

Still, no one responded to Zoey.

Since there was no one here, Zoey decided to leave.

Zoey began to turn back.

After walking for a while, Zoey clearly felt that she had returned to the place where she had entered, but she couldn't find the black pillar.

Zoey panicked. When she came in, she was dizzy and hadn't noticed the black pillar.

Before Zoey was a long corridor with no end in sight. The structure and layout were exactly the same as the road she had just walked.

Was this some kind of illusion?

As Zoey walked through the corridor, the images of herself in the black mirrors she passed appeared.

Zoey's clothes were soaked with sweat.

Not only was Zoey separated from Fatty, but she was also separated from Jennifer and the others. At this time, she was all alone, wandering back and forth in the endless, strange corridor.

The figures in the mirrors seemed to be staring at her, and the feeling was extremely creepy.

Zoey felt like a hamster in a running wheel, running non-stop without knowing when it would end.

Just as Zoey was lost in thought, strange changes occurred in the figures in the mirrors.

Zoey felt that the figure in the mirror had moved, but she didn't know if it was just her imagination.

She stared at the figure that seemed to have changed for a long time, but the figure didn't make any other movements. Zoey was relieved and thought it was just her imagination.

Just as Zoey turned her head, the figure in the mirror suddenly blinked.

Zoey still caught this subtle movement. She was frightened, but there was no escape. She had to stay in this small space with the "herself" in the mirror.

Zoey was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Just then, the mirrors deep in the corridor made rustling sounds, which were very strange.

The sounds came from far away and grew closer, and even the mirrors beside Zoey made sounds.

The figures in some of the mirrors moved dramatically, as if they were about to break out of the mirrors at any moment.

Amidst the chaotic noise, a familiar voice suddenly came to Zoey's ears.

Zoey tried to overcome her fear and discern the content of the voice.

When the voice repeated for the second time, Zoey finally heard the content clearly.

"Zoey—Jennifer—are you here?"

It was Fatty's voice.