Clown Game Novel Chapter 102 - 102 90 Not 3 days 2 nights 4

??Chapter 102: Chapter 90: Not 3 days 2 nights! 4

Chapter 102: Chapter 90: Not 3 days 2 nights! 4

“Oh… wasn’t fully awake, was dreaming…” Chen Xiao explained embarrassedly.

“What kind of strange start is this,” ‘There has never been a driver’ what does that an, weren’t we just eating together yesterday?” he asked, feigning calmness as he took a sip of porridge and quickly thought about it in his mind.

In this situation, Chen Xiao didn’t choose to inquire further but naturally dodged the question while starting to observe the people around him.

The woman chanically stuffed food into her mouth, occasionally taking a few bites of pickles. She was still not fully awake, and had there been supermarkets around, she definitely wouldn’t have co down for breakfast; last night, the driver was sitting right next to her.

The couple was still sweetly affectionate with each other, showing no signs of anything unusual; yesterday, the driver was sitting right across from them, and their eyes had t nurous tis.

The boss and his wife were each busy drinking their porridge, not even glancing at each other, let alone speaking. That’s often how it is with couples who have been together a long ti; yet last night, the “lady boss” had personally said, “The driver isn’t coming, no need to wait for him.” It seed she still rembered the driver at that ti.

Oh yes, the boss wasn’t there last night, but that doesn’t necessarily an anything; maybe he was in his room drinking at the ti. Moreover, from the conversation just now, Chen Xiao was certain, he wasn’t lying, aning, at this mont in his consciousness, there really wasn’t a “driver.”

As for Chen Xiao, he naturally had recalled every single detail about the first ti he saw the driver and all subsequent events; he clearly rembered every action, every expression of the man, even habitually observing that he was a nearly 40-year-old man who, due to often not being ho, had a tragic divorce.

Everyone at this table was acting normally.

No one was lying…

Just yesterday, they were still having dinner with “Uncle Driver.”

But now, that driver… had disappeared.

He had vanished from everyone’s mory, no one rembered him.

Except for Chen Xiao.

…

Chen Xiao suppressed the doubts in his heart, finished his porridge in one gulp with one hand, then left the table pretending to be still sleepy.

He didn’t return to his room, but quickly made his way to the third floor. After standing at the stairwell and taking a quick glance, he imdiately confird sothing.

That driver… seed to have truly disappeared.

He stood thoughtfully for a few seconds, then turned around and walked downstairs. All these actions took less than 20 seconds, so the other guests had not left the dining area yet, and therefore no one saw Chen Xiao on the third floor.

He returned to his room and peered out the small window at the open ground outside.

Indeed… even the truck was gone.

The hotel, apart from the first floor, was carpeted, and although heavily trodden, it still stored a lot of dust. Footprints from the last 24 hours could easily be left; Chen Xiao had already observed that, apart from footprints leading to room 302, there were none others on the entire third floor.

That ans, within the last 24 hours, only that couple should have been on the entire third floor.

And that truck certainly wasn’t driven away, otherwise he would have definitely heard sothing.

So, “Uncle Driver” had indeed disappeared, along with everything related to him, even including the mory of all those who saw him.

But why, why except for him?

“Is that driver an ‘anomalous item’? A person who only exists in mory?” Chen Xiao wondered.

No, that was not right because he could still feel, that strange sense of dissonance growing stronger around him, as if every breath, every movent was exceedingly bizarre.

“What exactly is wrong?” Chen Xiao muttered with pursed lips, he had already said this at least four tis. But he still had no clue.

Just then, the people downstairs had also finished their als and started coming up gradually.

The first to co up was a “woman,” still looking half-asleep as she passed by Chen Xiao’s room, and then ca the sound of the door closing from room 204.

Following her were a “sweet couple”; the woman had her arm around the man’s, looking very sweet, just like each couple that hasn’t t for a long ti… even though they had already gotten to know each other very well many tis yesterday.

…

Suddenly… Chen Xiao’s pupils constricted.

Because he saw that woman pause briefly as she walked toward the third floor.

“What’s wrong?” the man nearby asked sowhat puzzled.

“Oh… nothing,” the woman answered nonchalantly, then laid her head on his shoulder and walked up to the third floor.

…

…

“What’s going on? What happened to her just now?”

Chen Xiao furrowed his brows, as if he had caught on to sothing.

Just yesterday, the woman staying in room 204 had exhibited a similar behavior.

They all seed to suddenly think of sothing, or sense sothing. In any case, they all paused for about half a second.

Chen Xiao had a very strong premonition that this was closely linked to the mysterious disappearance of the “driver.”

…

“Hmm… a missing person, no traces left behind, only I rember his existence. An omnipresent sense of discord, two won inexplicably pausing, no, maybe not just two, perhaps others had suddenly thought of sothing too, I just didn’t see it. So what did they think of? From their reactions, the persons involved seed very surprised, but when others followed up, they didn’t want to elaborate much…”

He quietly thought to himself, and for a mont, it seed as though everything around him ceased to exist. Imrsed in his own world, his mind seed to piece together a puzzle, connecting all the information, his eyes suddenly beca emotionless, like a deep, still pool.

This state lasted for less than half a second before it disappeared.

And Chen Xiao seed to suddenly think of sothing. His eyes lit up.

He quickly picked up his phone and checked the screen.

“Ah… If only I didn’t have this habit of counting seconds!” he muttered inexplicably.

Then, he dashed down to the first floor, his footsteps creaking noisily on the stairs.

He reached the “standing clock” placed against the wall, checked the ti.

“Hmm…” He nodded as if confirming a suspicion of his own.

At that mont, the “boss” ca out from the kitchen, clearly unhappy with Chen Xiao running around on the stairs.

“What are you doing?” he said irritably.

Chen Xiao didn’t care, smilingly turned his head to look at the boss.

That smile made the other person feel uneasy.

“Hehehe… can I take a look at the little notebook in the bar’s drawer?”

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