The people inside were, unsurprisingly, a family.
There were two parents, both around forty, along with a young woman and a teenage boy, presumably sister and brother.
They sat around a small wooden table, eating quietly. Their dishes were simple greens and shredded potatoes, and the air felt hot and stuffy.
"One look and I can tell it's nowhere near as good as my cooking."
Roman leaned close to Lu Mi and offered that remark.
The family seemed unable to see or hear these outsiders. They merely looked in puzzlement at the door that had suddenly opened by itself, pausing for a moment.
The man who appeared to be the father said, "Jian Di, go close the door. The wind's picked up. It's freezing."
The young woman put down her chopsticks. "We agreed. You can't stop me. No hiding my ID card, and no turning off my alarm clock."
"What's wrong with you? I only asked you to close a door. Why are you bringing that up again?"
The father frowned in displeasure, but gave no response to what Jian Di had said. Instead, he turned to her younger brother.
"Ren, go close it."
"So annoying." Despite his words, Jian Ren still dragged himself away from the table to close the door under his father's oppressive stare.
While they were talking, Lu Mi and the others had all entered the house and were now standing in a row beside the dining table.
Lu Mi glanced at the Wristband again. It displayed 18:40.
This time, the flow of time seemed to be normal again.
He scanned the room but saw no clock or anything of the sort.
The furniture was shabby, with old cobwebs hanging in the corners of the ceiling. The only electrical appliance seemed to be the boxy old