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Building bsp;
The music is located on the fourth floor of Building C. Standing here, one look up ahe windows of the .
Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it the dance now.
Returning here, whether due to psychological effects or some unknown influehe feeling they had was markedly different from a few ho.
“Fatty,” Jiang g did not immediately walk in but instead stared at the ominous Building C, saying, “I think the third rehearsal is the time limit set for us. If we uhe truth before then, we clude the mission.”
He paused before tinuing, “Of course, I mean our mission.”
Fatty was momentarily dazed and unsciously asked, “What about the others' missions?”
After saying this, Fatty seemed to feel his statement was unclear, so he quickly expined, “What I mean is Su Yu, and... and the ghosts.”
Su Yu's mission was easy to uand; he must be trying to prevent the people involved in the mission from unc the truth, evading the pursuit of the ghosts, and tio survive.
What Fatty was curious about was the so-called time limit—could it be that his time limit was different from his own?
“Do you remember what was said at the beginning of the mission?” Jiang g prompted. “That woman who was guiding us?”
“You mean the anniversary celebration?” Fatty realized betedly, his eyes gradually widening. “The anniversary celebration is Su Yu's time limit?”
“That would also expin why Yao hasn't killed him yet, because pared to revenge, she cares more about her reputation. She wants to choose the most appropriate time to reveal the truth of that year. I think there is er occasion than the anniversary celebration.”
“Of course,” Jiang g tinued, “after that, Su Yu will definitely die.”
In an instant, Fatty ected many previously fusing thoughts. After digesting for a while, he hoarsely said, “Doctor,” looking up, “so... this is what you mentioned before: no matter what we do, how we do it, or eveher we e or not, it won’t affect the oute of events that have already occurred in this world. We only influehe process.”
“In other words, whether we plete the mission or not, in the end, Su Yu will die at Yao's hands,” Fatty's expression became strange as he paused. After a few seds, he slowly said, “on the anniversary celebration that is about to happen in this world.”
“That’s right.” Jiang g's lips curled slightly, a half-shadowed fa the darkness startling Fatty. “The past ot be ged. All we do is try our best to survive and reverse our own fates.”
At that moment, Jiang g's image grew taller in Fatty's mind.
Not only tall, but mysterious.
Fatty slowly straightened his back, thinking Jiang g would expose his true self , uttering some grandiose words like “I only belong to the old world; no ship carry me to the new world”—
“I ’t die,” Jiang g puffed out his chest, speaking with ce, “Maiful girls got super VIP diamond cards because of me at KTV. I have to be responsible for them.”
Fatty jolted awake.
He almost pulled a muscle in his babsp;
Building bsp;
Fourth floor.
Music .
The spacious was dark, only faintly revealing two figures.
Oting, oanding.
The person sitting seemed terrified, their emaciated body trembling like a dry branch, blood occasionally trig down their forehead.
Some blood flowed into their eyes, making every bliremely difficult.
But they dared not close their eyes—not for a sed. Their terrified gaze fixed firmly ahead.
Not far away, there was a huge mirror.
It was gray, like a mist rising from hell.
No, he was not sitting; he had been cruelly crippled, his legs broken!
At this moment, he was kneeling in front of the mirror in a bizarre posture, resembling a pe in a prayer room.
A chilliion swam beside him.
Like a pair of eyes filled with rese.
“Please, let me go,” he opened his mouth, his voice strained with suppressed pain as he begged.
Blood oozed from the er of his mouth; it was evident the man was seriously injured, with hardly a patch of healthy skin on his body.
The woman beside him was unmoved.
On the trary, annoyed by the noise, she directly kicked him iomach, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood.
The woman moved with grace, but her movements were slightly off, as if her body’s bance was promised.
She stretched out her left hand, tightening the bandage ed around her right arm.
The expression of pain on her face sted only a moment; soon after, it was repced by that cold aura.
For Yu Wen, losing an arm was somewhat acceptable; after all, as long as she pleted the mission, she could leave the nightmare aurn to the real world.
Her injuries would all heal.
However, she bit her thin lips, her eyes shrouded in gloom.
Her deceased lover could never return.
She pulled out the wrinkled papers left for her by Zhou Taifu before his death, the crumpled paper did not affect her ability to read.
It was Yao’s diary.
Though it was only the sed half, bined with the clues she had already found, it was enough to piece together most of the plot.
Su Yu was a liar.
After failing to seduce her, he was humiliated and, in a fit e, told a monstrous lie, causing Yao to take her own life; uedly, it also opened a door to hell for himself.
Several lives were thus extinguished.
In aremely terrifying manner.
This mission was unusually ridiculous.
Includihere were only three people left ging to life.
But in the end, only she could survive and leave the nightmare.
Only then could she obtain that thing.
To obtain it pletely.
She stared at her severed arm, unsure if she was g hing. It recisely because of that thing that she could survive the ghost’s ambush.
But if it weren't for that thing, perhaps she could have reunited with her lover.
She never regretted her as, doing whatever came to mind because regrets solve nothing and only add to worries.
But this time, she regretted not warning Zhou Taifu when the ghost had set its sights on him.
She hesitated.
In that moment, fear overwhelmed everything; after all, she was uain of the bes of that hard-earhing.
If given another ce...
Life has no “if,” and nightmares even less so; she had seen too many prodigies wither in nightmares due to minor mistakes.
Nightmares are uhe muddy Southeast Asian rais or the cold, barren Siberian wilderness; the crises here are hidden, like a lurking viper.
It will bite you at the moment you think you’re safest.
This is the horror of nightmares, and also their allure.
She was one of the few who took the initiative to step into the nightmare.
Slowly, she raised her head, and the clouds of suspi dispersed in front of the mirror, revealing pale faces.
Finally, they had arrived.
(End of the Chapter)
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