Bai Yanliang opened his eyes and saw the familiar door of his room.
A weak yet gentle light filtered through the window, casting on his face. Bai Yanliang glanced at the ti, ten past two in the afternoon.
It was exactly the sa as the last two tis, except this ti, he did not return to Fog Gathering but ca directly back to the real world.
Perhaps this was also a change caused by the recent mutation of Fog Gathering.
But now, Bai Yanliang didn’t have the ti to think about Fog Gathering. He imdiately took out his phone and dialed a number.
An indescribable mood appeared in Bai Yanliang.
Unease, anxiety, expectancy?
Perhaps not so intense, but it did manifest, and Bai Yanliang genuinely felt it.
Regarding his own changes, Bai Yanliang wasn’t sure if they were good or bad. In fact, ever since the first day he entered Fog Gathering, Bai Yanliang had vaguely felt his emotions gradually intensifying.
Now, this experience was even more pronounced. He subconsciously clenched his fist, hoping the person on the other end would pick up.
"Beep—"
"Beep—"
Two connected prompts sounded, and amid Bai Yanliang’s complex emotions, there was finally a response.
"It’s ."
A cold voice ca from the other end.
For so reason, after hearing Xu Zhifei’s voice, Bai Yanliang felt as if the sunlight had beco a bit warr.
Perhaps it was because she hadn’t died, or maybe it was for so other reason.
In any case, after hearing Xu Zhifei’s voice, Bai Yanliang just said "Hello" and then hung up the phone.
On the other end, Xu Zhifei’s pale, pretty face showed a slight frown: "It’s baffling."
Bai Yanliang really was quite baffling; he humd an unknown tune as he pushed open the door.
Unfortunately, just as he stepped out, he stepped onto sothing sticky and foul-slling.
The familiar sensation made Bai Yanliang instantly realize what he had stepped on.
"Allen Allan Poe..."
"ow—"
The reply was a cat’s ow. The little black cat nonchalantly lounged on the stone table, lazily giving Bai Yanliang a glance, as if acknowledging him.
Bai Yanliang glared at it for a while, but finally sighed helplessly, saying, "Use the litter box, will you?"
He walked over to the stone table, made room for Allen Allan Poe, and put down a notebook.
The matter of Xu Zhifei was causing Bai Yanliang a bit of trouble.
Strangely enough, the emotion of irritation appeared in him. Bai Yanliang felt he was becoming more and more like an ordinary person...
In retrospect, the reason Xu Zhifei saved him probably was an instinctive reaction and a mistaken chance, but from any angle, it proved she wasn’t as cold as her face suggested.
In fact, Bai Yanliang felt there was no real difference between him and her, except that he used normal expressions to feign joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, while Xu Zhifei seed to disdain doing the sa, otherwise, on their first eting, she wouldn’t bluntly say Bai Yanliang’s smile was disgusting, which was a completely tactless remark.
Because she could see Bai Yanliang’s expression was fake.
To so extent, she lived more authentically than Bai Yanliang.
But no matter what, the fact that she survived this ti was enough.
If she had really died... Bai Yanliang thought for a while, although he couldn’t do anything, at that mont, his emotions were so abnormal that he couldn’t even determine what he might do.
He didn’t like owing favors, it didn’t matter who it was.
If soone died because they saved him, Bai Yanliang would definitely do everything possible to do sothing for the deceased.
Unfortunately, at the last mont, although Bai Yanliang had connected all the clues he discovered and clarified the overall logic of this mission, due to not being dragged into the mirror world, he missed an extrely crucial piece of information.
That was... everyone had two selves, one in the mirror, one in the real world.
And he, Bai Yanliang, both were in the real world.
This was the biggest flaw; among the two Bai Yanliangs, one must be fake.
And escaping this ti’s lifeline was extraordinarily simple, all the fierce ghost killings, mysterious death incidents, happened in front of glass.
Windows present on every floor, slogan fras, and half-round caras.
As long as you don’t let your shadow be captured by glass, this mission wouldn’t be an issue at all.
The source of all abnormality lay in the ghosts within the glass.
As for Hu Chen, he was just an infection source, a walking corpse possessed by strange bugs, or rather, he was dead from the start, the living one was the bug, yet the bug... wasn’t the ghost, the clues pointing to bugs and Hu Chen were misleading, the true fierce ghost was just one—the mirror.
As for what those bugs were?
Bai Yanliang didn’t know.
This wasn’t the first ti he saw those eerie bugs.
The last ti in the Sacrificial Blood Village, the giant fierce ghost Xiao Bin transford into triggered a taboo by crossing the village threshold, causing flesh and blood to collapse madly, and from his body crawled out countless black bugs that devoured the fierce ghost utterly.
The ti before last, in Lu Guo’s records, it was ntioned that when Qi Nian dispelled the unsolvable fierce ghost, that fierce ghost also abruptly collapsed, and a swarm of black bugs erged from its body to devour it clean.
This ti... the bugs on Hu Chen, could they also be them?
This question was already unanswerable, unless... soone could bring one back.
As Bai Yanliang was about to start writing, he noticed a person standing at the door smiling at him.
"Mr. He, you’re back." Bai Yanliang also smiled and said.
Bai Yanliang’s words seed strange, seeing that He Yige was coming out from his own room, yet he said "back."
He Yige’s pupils shrank slightly, as he did not expect Bai Yanliang to ask him that.
But after just a few breaths, He Yige smiled and said, "Yes, ca back at the sa ti as Mr. Bai, our ti... is synchronized."
As expected...
Bai Yanliang had a sense of certainty in his heart.
When Fog Gathering called, Bai Yanliang just planned to find an excuse to temporarily leave, unexpectedly, He Yige spoke up at the sa ti.
Bai Yanliang never believed in coincidences, so he imdiately paid attention to this matter.
So... that’s why he tested the conversation earlier.
Now it seems, his guess was correct.
Fog Gathering... was not just one, the woman he saw when the Sacrificial Blood Village collapsed, should be a mber of another "Fog Gathering," and the Mr. He Yige was probably a mber of another "Fog Gathering," though they might not call it Fog Gathering.
As for the exact number of these "Fog Gatherings," it was unclear.
After a short exchange between the two, they reached a tacit mutual understanding.
At this ti, Gao Fei took out a large stack of files from his room, muttering sothing to himself.
When he saw both Bai Yanliang and He Yige in the yard, he widened his eyes: "Didn’t you two just say you had urgent business?"
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