Dimensional Hotel
Chapter 275: Yu Shengs Thoughts

Yu Sheng stared blankly out at the street, which appeared perfectly normal. After a long pause, he heard rapid footsteps behind him—Irene had run over from the living room, and she stood by his side, equally confused.

“Wait a second…where’d all that fog go? It was everywhere just a moment ago!”

Yu Sheng didn’t answer. Instead, he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at the scene outside, then suddenly turned and went back to the living room.

Through the window, the thick mist still blanketed everything.

He checked several times, yet the result never changed.

The fog was limited only to the window?

Returning to the window, Yu Sheng stared deeply at the mist. After some hesitation, he decided to open the window to test it.

The window swung open easily. Looking through the open window, the street outside was entirely normal. But when he glanced through the closed portion of the window, the dense fog was clearly visible, as if engulfing the entire world.

Irene and Foxy watched the whole process unfold, growing more bewildered by the second. Irene widened her eyes and spoke first. “Do we have to look through glass to see the fog?”

Yu Sheng quietly closed the window again. Staring thoughtfully at the foggy street outside, he finally said, “We should check the other windows in the house.”

In a flash, Foxy rushed upstairs. Irene’s two other bodies scampered quickly behind her. After thinking it over, Yu Sheng followed—he wanted to inspect the room at the end of the upstairs hallway personally.

Moments later, the three reconvened in the living room to share their discoveries.

“There’s fog outside the master bedroom window! The attic window has fog too!” Irene quickly reported.

Foxy nodded in agreement. “Same with my room. But once the window opens, the fog disappears. It’s only visible through glass.”

Yu Sheng finally spoke, his voice solemn as he summed it up, “The room at the end of the second-floor hallway is exactly the same. It seems the fog completely surrounds us—but only appears through windows. Open the door or window and look directly, and everything is normal outside… Only visible through the window…visible?”

He repeated that last word slowly, furrowing his brow.

Irene immediately jumped up from the sofa. “Did you think of something?”

“Just an odd idea,” Yu Sheng replied hesitantly. “What if the fog really is outside, truly surrounding this house—but only on the ‘other side’? Maybe when we open the window or door, we see the ‘normal side,’ but when looking through the glass, we see the ‘other side.’”

His words left Irene’s head spinning. Little Doll’s brain was never very good at following complicated logic, and now she looked completely lost. Foxy, however, quickly understood Yu Sheng’s thought.

“Benefactor, you’re saying the ‘foggy side’ and ‘clear side’ are two different realms. Our house is stuck right between them?”

The fox’s sharp mind had grasped it exactly.

Hearing Foxy’s explanation, Irene finally caught up. She blinked, mentally translating Foxy’s terms into something she knew better, then clapped her hands loudly. “Oh! Wutong Road No. 66 is slipping into an Otherworld!”

Then she stared with wide scarlet eyes, locking her gaze onto Yu Sheng.

“What kind of nonsense is this!” she blurted out loudly before anyone else could speak. “I’ve only ever heard of people falling into Otherworlds, or at most, a machine spirit falling in—but a house?! What’s this house got, a house-soul?!”

Yu Sheng said nothing, just calmly pointed at the mist-covered streets outside.

Irene fell quiet instantly, having nothing to add.

“What do we do now?” Foxy glanced curiously between Irene and Yu Sheng, eyes wide open. “If our house really is sinking…shouldn’t we pull it back up somehow? Or maybe we should go to the ‘other side’ and check what’s going on there. Perhaps something over there is pulling our house downward.”

Irene stared at Foxy in amazement. “Not bad imagination for a silly fox…but seriously, how do we even ‘pull’ a house back from an Otherworld?”

“I don’t know… how do we get a person out of an Otherworld?”

“If they’re not too deep, they find an exit and walk out.”

“But…our house doesn’t have legs?”

“Obviously not!”

Yu Sheng listened quietly to Doll and Fox’s banter, yet strangely, he felt no anxiety at all.

He thought he should be worried. After all, Wutong Road No. 66 was now his anchor in this world. The idea of the entire house sinking into an Otherworld was unprecedented and, if true, far more serious than if he alone fell into one.

Yet he couldn’t summon even a hint of worry. Somehow, he sensed very clearly that Wutong Road No. 66 was stable, safe, and exactly where it was supposed to be. The mist outside posed absolutely no threat.

Yu Sheng sat quietly, a strange sensation whispering at the edges of his mind. Was this what people called [Spiritual Intuition]? He wasn’t sure, but the feeling was strong enough to push him into a decision.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: “We’ll go into the mist and take a look.”

Irene and Foxy stopped their meaningless chatter instantly, their eyes fixed curiously upon Yu Sheng.

“How exactly?” Irene questioned cautiously. “Opening the Door now just leads outside to normal streets—we haven’t fully sunk yet, right? Or do you mean opening a Door to where we found Big Nephew and trekking all the way here from the other side? That’s pretty far, and who knows what we might run into on the way…”

“I’ll try opening the Door directly,” Yu Sheng answered cryptically, standing up and stepping toward the large front Door. Without further explanation, he placed his hand firmly on the handle.

Doll and Fox watched intently, puzzled but intrigued.

Yu Sheng didn’t explain himself further. He merely closed his eyes slightly, focusing intensely on the connection between himself and the Door handle.

He hadn’t done this for a very long time.

Opening this Door—but without anchoring it to the familiar courtyard outside.

Usually, he avoided consciously changing the destination of the Door at the entryway of Wutong Road No. 66. He felt a strange affection and lingering hope tied to it. After all, it was an accidental opening of this very Door that had whisked him away from his familiar home, dropping him into this strange, dangerous world called Borderland. Deep down, he had always harbored a faint hope that one day this Door might again open onto that original home—but first, he needed to fully grasp his powers and the hidden laws of Borderland itself.

Yet now, he felt a daring urge.

Perhaps before anything else, he needed to truly understand the mysteries of Wutong Road No. 66 itself. He realized he actually knew far too little about this house, the very place he now called home.

He reached out with his senses, recalling the faint presence of the blood droplets he had deliberately scattered earlier into that mist-covered Otherworld.

The connection they created was extremely faint—but it was there, and a connection, no matter how weak, always pointed to something true on the other side.

Guided by this tenuous link, Yu Sheng carefully discerned the subtle differences between the mist-shrouded Otherworld and their present location. He wasn’t simply aiming to open a Door into the streets where Zheng Zhi had been stranded—no, he had something more ambitious in mind.

He was attempting an entirely new method of positioning.

His aim was to identify the very “essence” of that mist-covered world and map the entirety of Wutong Road No. 66 onto its corresponding coordinates.

Since Wutong Road No. 66 could gradually sink into the Otherworld, this house clearly wasn’t anchored firmly in place. His task now was merely to speed up the process and bring it under his control.

[Just try it—maybe it’ll work.]

Yu Sheng opened his eyes and gently turned the handle.

The Door opened onto a world shrouded in heavy mist.

In the depths of Old City District, at the far end of Wutong Road, lights still shone brightly from the storefront bearing the freshly installed sign: “Stellar Transit Collection Station.” Inside, two Special Affairs Bureau Operatives tasked with temporary oversight of the new site had just finished calibrating their monitoring equipment when an odd static noise suddenly echoed from one of the machines.

“Wait—what’s that sound?” One operative quickly stepped forward. Strange noises or brief interferences were common in freshly installed devices, but strict protocols and training compelled him not to ignore even minor abnormalities. He swiftly scanned through the recorded data. “Everything looks normal…but I definitely heard a signal just now. Why isn’t it logged?”

His colleague stood up and approached another sensor, preparing to cross-check the readings.

As he rose, his eyes briefly glanced out the window, catching a glimpse of the street outside.

It was the deepest part of Wutong Road—several old, abandoned houses stood dark and silent beneath flickering streetlamps. The alley was narrow, the walls weathered and worn. Nothing appeared unusual at first glance.

Blinking once or twice, the younger operative initially noticed nothing out of place, and so he returned his focus to the machine they’d installed just hours ago.

Nearly ten seconds passed before his body abruptly froze in shock. He jolted upward, eyes wide with terror, staring unblinkingly out the window into the narrow street and the cluster of old buildings nearby.

Without lifting his head, his partner spoke irritably, “What’s wrong? Don’t freak out—just help me double-check these readings.”

“C-C-Check? Check my ass!” the younger operative stammered, eyes fixed outside, cold sweat visibly dripping down his forehead. “The c-c-courtyard—it’s gone!!”

“…What?!”

“Wutong Road No. 66 is gone!!”

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