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The expressions of the alumni gathered at the table next to them were really too abnormal when they saw the photo on the phone; they had ‘I have a problem’ written all over their faces.

Looking at this strange situation, Gu Shengan made the most of this chance and asked the neighbouring table, “Who’s this ah? Do you know her?” yxlm B

They seemed to only react after he spoke, and one by one, they looked away from the screen.

The chattiest one, the photographer with a braid, Fu Wenbo, forced a smile. “It’s nothing; just a little surprised that such an old handphone can be turned on.”

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Xiao Lan, however, wasn’t so easily fooled. “The girl in the handphone looks about seventeen to eighteen years old, and the handphone is also a model from ten years ago. She seems to be around the same age as all of you?”

Fu Wenbo’s smile was a little stiff. He stealthily wiped his sweaty hands on his pants. “Ah, that’s true. What a coincidence.” YejJlK

Xiao Lan continued, “She’s wearing the same school uniform as all of you. Could it be that she’s your schoolmate?”

Fu Wenbo was stunned. “How did you know?!”

Xiao Lan put on a careless appearance. “I saw it in the photos you showed me just now ah, but it was just a flash; I thought I might have been mistaken ne.”

Actually, Fu Wenbo had only shown them a few group photos from the past; Xiao Lan was bluffing.

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Fu Wenbo hastily tried to remedy the situation. “We don’t know her at all; we were just too astonished when we saw the same clothes. It’s been ten years since we graduated, you know; it was really surprising to see this school uniform ah, haha.”

Hearing this, Xiao Lan was planning to fish for more information, but Cheng Lang, the director in a suit, interrupted their conversation. “Fu Wenbo!”

Fu Wenbo jolted as he suddenly realised that he had said too much, and hastily stood up. He didn’t dare look at Xiao Lan any longer, and claiming that his stomach hurt, he instantly scuttled off.

The remaining four all had indescribable expressions, and also no longer had any interest in the delicious dinner. They hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls and found excuses to leave the dining hall one after another. hPGsrZ

Now, only the players were left in the dining hall.

Gu Chengan asked the others, “What do you guys think?”

Liu Yiyi said irritably, “What’s there to think about? Isn’t it just that there’s a problem with the NPCs? The one in the phone is a ghost, and this group caused her death; it’s that simple. What’s there to discuss? It’s not like there are any new clues. I’m going to rest.”

Without waiting for anyone to respond, she left on her own. z0A 5u

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The other three also nodded their heads in agreement.

The owner of the hot spring hotel smiled and said to everyone, “Your rooms have already been prepared. Let me bring you over first ba.” xeQG9X

The players had no objections, and followed the owner to their accommodations.

They originally wanted to leave the handphone with the owner, but he refused. In the end, Tong Qing, who had discovered the phone, would take care of it for the time being.

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The rooms were on the third floor, and as they went up the stairs, there were rows and rows of rooms. Because there were only two groups of guests, most of the rooms were empty. The owner led them into the innermost section.

He pointed to the left and said, “The five rooms here are yours; a young lady came earlier and already chose the fourth room from the back. You can arrange the rest among yourselves.” xQn3E7

Gu Shengan couldn’t help asking, “Can two of us stay in the same room?”

The owner smiled. “You reserved a single room each ah. If you aren’t satisfied, I can switch all of you to different rooms.”

The players hastily refused. Though the current situation was one person in each room, at least the rooms were all next to each other, and they could look for help if something happened. If the owner switched them to rooms in different locations and something happened at night, no help would come even if they screamed the roof off.

The others were still hesitant, while Xiao Lan was already heading towards the room at the end. 8q50S3

Zhao Fan, with the freckles, couldn’t help but say, “Hey… That’s the last room ah, aren’t you scared?”

Xiao Lan laughed. “I’m so broke; can I afford to be scared of ghosts?”

With that, he went straight into the room and left the three players standing there with baffled expressions. Did poverty function that way? After that, even though they were still a little uneasy, the remaining three people each chose a room to stay in.

From inside to out, the order of the rooms were: Xiao Lan, Gu Shengan, Zhao Fan, Liu Yiyi, Tong Qing. dqphuo

Xiao Lan, on the contrary, didn’t dislike the last room. Would the ghosts of the Advent World care what room you stayed in? When the time came, sleeping in the lounge might even become unavoidable. At the very least, the last room had a window, and he could still escape through it if the door was blocked – this was a very practical choice.

The room was also made of wood, and there was a carpet on the floor. A flower curtain hung at the window, and gave off a very soft and fragrant feel. From the outside, this room, along with the rest of the hot spring hotel, was a very fitting place for a holiday.

Xiao Lan put Luo down and began to look for clues in the room.

Luo walked over to Xiao Lan with graceful cat strides. “Sir, please leave the searching to me.” 14Tnv2

Xiao Lan’s hand itched when he looked at Luo, and he couldn’t help stroking him once before he said, “Won’t searching use up too much of your energy?”

Luo flicked his tail. “It’s no problem if it’s just searching for ordinary items in a small range.”

Xiao Lan reluctantly drew his hand back, and Luo raised his front paw to pat the floor. A dark shadow spread out from his paw to carefully sweep through every corner and crack in the room.

Luo ran forward a few steps and leapt up to crouch on top of the wardrobe. He patted the wardrobe. “Here, sir.” y9jGPR

Xiao Lan went over and opened the wardrobe. After searching for a while, he found a wrapped, rectangular item in a nook inside the uppermost drawer.

When he opened it for a look, he was surprised to see that it was a locked diary. It had an old design, and even the cover had turned yellow. As for how Xiao Lan knew this was a diary, it was because the words ‘A Girl’s Secret Thoughts’ were printed on it; it wasn’t like it could be a mistake notebook, right?

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For Xiao Lan, such a simple lock was the same as not having one at all; it didn’t even take him three seconds to open it.

What was recorded inside was the secret love of a schoolgirl named Gu Mo. 9yIWJo

She probably wasn’t someone who kept a diary regularly, and there would usually only be a new entry every five to six days. She didn’t write much each time, either; the start of the diary had trivial entries like ‘He looked very handsome when playing basketball today’, ‘I ran into him in the corridor again today’, ‘He likes to use a black fountain pen’, and so on.

It was only towards the end of the diary that Xiao Lan finally saw a familiar name. “Du Yuhui said I was poor in front of him, and Cheng Lang actually even laughed. They laughed very happily…”

The diary came to an abrupt end here.

Xiao Lan more or less understood this schoolgirl’s experience. She was secretly in love with Cheng Lang, but only dared to secretly look at him and never dared to confess. But one day, she accidentally chanced upon her crush laughing about her poverty with someone else behind her back. This was simply a devastating blow to a young girl’s heart. ViXY5U

Xiao Lan actually hadn’t had to worry about food or clothes during his childhood either; he had a rich father and a gentle and beautiful mother. Although his father was never home, Xiao Lan still had his mother for company, and she had also taken good care of him. That was, until his father disappeared one day, and Xiao Lan’s life turned upside down.

Xiao Lan had also experienced being mocked for being poor, and because his family had been well-off before, the ridicule and malice had been even worse; many of his friends and elders had turned their backs so quickly it was frightening.

Xiao Lan had also suffered, but later, his mother fell gravely ill. He had to take care of his mother while dealing with debt collectors, as well as balance his studies and work. Over time, he was no longer inclined to care about such superficial ridicule.

Luo noticed that Xiao Lan wasn’t in a very good mood, and so rubbed his flat, furry head against the back of his hand. “Sir.” c1 lku

Xiao Lan came back to himself. “I’m fine. Tomorrow, we should find a way to approach Du Yihui and Cheng Lang and ask them about Gu Mo. In addition, there’s something about Du Yuhui that I’m curious about.”

He described to Luo how Du Yuhui had looked at him, as well as his suspicions.

After nightfall.

Lying under the soft and dry quilt in the dark, Xiao Lan was chatting idly with Luo, who was lying down beside the pillow, and Luo’s low and gentle voice was lulling him to sleep. sC7Fmy

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps outside the door.

It sounded like someone dragging their feet in their slippers as they walked, and very slowly as well, thus producing a long, shuffling sound. The footsteps lingered outside the door of Xiao Lan’s room, as if someone was pacing back and forth, going right, and then going left.

But Xiao Lan was staying in the room at the end, so how could the steps come from the left?

The hotel door was solid, and no light came through any cracks in it; on the flipside, Xiao Lan also couldn’t determine what in the world was outside his door, or whether there was nothing at all. 5Ic6op

“Thump thump thump”. Someone knocked on the door in a very mechanical rhythm; even the time between knocks sounded the same.

A woman’s voice came through the door. “Xiao Lan, are you there?”

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

The voice was soft, and the gentle intonation could especially rouse a man’s protective instincts.

Xiao Lan didn’t respond. TdhZ59

The woman’s voice trembled delicately to rouse tenderness. “I’m really cold. Won’t you accompany me?”

Xiao Lan: “Sorry, I don’t have to get up at night. After you go to the toilet and go back to sleep sooner, you won’t be cold anymore.”

The woman outside: “…”

Goddamn, serves you right if you remain single your entire life.  UaBcin

Translator's Note

Literally: Cry out to the heavens, but the heavens don’t respond. Cry out to the earth, but the earth is impervious.

Translator's Note

students gather mistakes and write them on a mistake notebook to review

Translator's Note

to use the toilet is implied

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35 comments

  1. Hahaha Jokes on the ghost, he’s already reserved~

  2. tbh I also forced a diary’s lock open with a paperclip… (it was mine’s btw)

    [Thank you for the chapter ❤️🧡💛💚]

  3. Poverty works that way, too. I know because me and my dad often talks about how haunted houses or ones with death/murder happening there would be cheaper and how we wouldn’t mind buying them if we have that much money xD

    • I… I probably will not buy haunted house eventhough I poor. I am such a big scary cat and weak toward anything scary. but, I am a sucker for ghost story. sometimes, I hate my brain

  4. i can’t help but constantly wonder if mc had a shower after completing the first instance or not lmao help😭😭😭

  5. i’ve been reading the “XL” comments and always read them as xtra large even though i didn’t find them make any sense😭and i finally understood after reading some of the commenters again that xl = xiao lan:”)

  6. maybe his father was sucked into a game, and then never came back because of dept? his backstory really makes me want to protect this gege T^T