Bai Yanliang quietly sat in the courtyard, with a dical book he borrowed from Gao Fei placed on the stone table.
Allen Allan Poe was napping on his lap, and its wounds had almost healed. After all, it had been half a month since the headless case.
Bai Yanliang wasn’t too concerned about how the case was closed, the murderer was dead, and this case had beco a dead end.
Where did the blood in the park go? Why was the body so decomposed?
These two questions weighed heavily on the police, and despite racking their brains, they still couldn’t explain those phenona.
It’s worth ntioning that unlike Bai Yanliang, Ren Wudao didn’t just walk away once he confird the murderer was dead; he seed intent on uncovering the reasons behind these issues.
But... he was destined to be disappointed.
None of this could be explained by science. Even if Bai Yanliang said it all, they might not believe him, and instead... he was likely to be sent back to the psychiatric hospital again.
Bai Yanliang petted the small black cat, which had been sticking to him more and more lately.
The small black cat comfortably wagged its tail and made a slight purring sound.
Bai Yanliang smiled and took out his phone.
Besides the necessary Fog Gathering mission summaries, he generally didn’t speak in the group.
It was the sa this ti, but what he was looking at was another page — a chat room invited by Li Mu, with only seven people in total.
Li Mu, Feng Xiuxue, Yu Wenxuan, Gu Pingsheng, Song Que, Xu Zhifei, and him... Bai Yanliang.
This chat room was different from Fog Gathering’s. Since he joined, no one had said a word, not even the most basic welco.
But today, soone sent a line of text.
Yu Wenxuan: "Today, I received a call, the number was my own cell phone number."
There was a silent pause in the chat room for a few seconds, and suddenly several replies popped up.
Li Mu: "I also received it the day before yesterday. The caller didn’t make any sound, but the number was my own phone."
Song Que: "Sa."
Feng Xiuxue: "I got it a week ago."
Gu Pingsheng: "I received it too, a week ago."
Bai Yanliang looked at the lines of text and imdiately rembered his own experience; he... received that call just past midnight the day he left Fog Gathering.
"Eighteen days ago, I got that call."
Bai Yanliang thought for a mont and also typed a line of text.
His remark caused a brief silence in the chat room, then the last person also spoke up.
Xu Zhifei: "Eighteen days ago, I didn’t answer, just hung up directly."
Xu Zhifei’s action was unexpected, she was the only one among the seven who hadn’t picked up the call.
"Sothing’s not right."
The person who sent this was Gu Pingsheng.
"I’ll check it out." As soon as Li Mu sent his ssage, his information popped out in another chat room of Fog Gathering.
"Has anyone received a strange call recently?"
Li Mu’s influence was undoubtedly strong.
Soon, replies started pouring in.
"Yes! A number just like mine called about... a week ago?"
"Now that you ntion it... I think I got one too, the day before yesterday?"
"I got it today! I just received that call not long ago!"
"..."
The ssages in Fog Gathering’s chat room quickly beca a flood, and soon everyone had responded.
By now, it was clear as day, this... wasn’t a joke, but an actual supernatural event.
A chill inexplicably arose in everyone’s hearts.
Back then... who exactly called themselves?
This wasn’t a Fog Gathering task... This was happening in the real world!
How could such a thing be happening collectively?
The chat room eerily fell into a brief silence, and no one sent any more text.
Finally, after a long pause, a two-word reply flashed up.
"Five groups."
The speaker was Xu Zhifei.
"What does that an?" Soone asked in confusion.
But this ti, Xu Zhifei did not answer again.
"Check the dates when the calls were received." Gu Pingsheng replied.
His words imdiately awakened everyone.
Yeah, everyone in Fog Gathering had received that mysterious call, and the ti varied, but... there were only five ti points in total.
Eighteen days ago, twelve days ago, a week ago, the day before yesterday, today!
"Does this... an anything?"
"Currently, Fog Gathering has a total of thirty-five people. If you group the people who received calls on the sa day, you get exactly five groups, each with seven people." Zhou Li’s reply also popped up.
Zhou Li’s assessnt was correct.
In fact, several people had already noticed that the calls received at different tis were categorizing everyone in Fog Gathering into five different groups.
But... what was the purpose of doing so?
No one knew at the mont.
Right at that mont, a strong sense of heart palpitations erged suddenly.
Bai Yanliang felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by a hand, causing extre pain, and his breathing beca rapid and uneven.
Even soone with considerable tolerance for pain like him couldn’t help dripping with sweat from his head.
"Hm——"
Bai Yanliang clutched his heart, letting out a muffled groan.
Allen Allan Poe, disturbed by his movent, jumped off his lap, but behaved extrely strangely.
This small black cat, usually very affectionate towards Bai Yanliang, arched its back, bared its teeth, and bristled its fur, with its jet-black eyes staring intently at Bai Yanliang.
But Bai Yanliang at the mont couldn’t pay attention to the black cat’s abnormality, and fortunately, it was him experiencing this excruciating pain right now.
Unbeknownst to him, at almost the sa ti, everyone in Fog Gathering felt the sa unbearable heart pain as he did.
The pain was similar to burning, but compared to the physical sensation, this burn felt more like an imprint on their souls.
Their reactions were far worse than Bai Yanliang’s. After all, not everyone had such a high pain tolerance.
This agonizing sensation lasted for almost three minutes.
During these three minutes, Allen Allan Poe dared not approach Bai Yanliang in the slightest, it stayed hunched, emitting a low growling sound from its throat.
But upon closer inspection, one would notice that the small black cat was trembling all over.
It was afraid.
It seed to have seen sothing terrifying on Bai Yanliang.
Had it not been for Bai Yanliang, it would have already turned and fled.
This stubborn cat, though trembling and bristling, refused to back off even a step.
Finally, Bai Yanliang felt the burning pain start to subside.
But at the sa ti, a strong feeling of burning occurred elsewhere, though this ti, it flashed and disappeared.
Bai Yanliang spread out his left hand, and there, perfectly and uniformly, was a pitch-black circular mark embedded in his palm.
It wasn’t large, hollow, and being just a simple circle, it couldn’t be considered particularly mysterious.
But... when Bai Yanliang looked at the circle in his palm, an overwhelmingly unfamiliar feeling finally erged within him.
"Thump... thump thump..."
His heartbeat quickened, pupils gradually dilated.
Bai Yanliang touched his now-painless heart, a remarkably alien expression surfacing on his face.
If soone who knew Bai Yanliang well saw this, they would find it incredibly astonishing.
Because, the expression on Bai Yanliang’s face was... fear.
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