Everything has its traces to follow.
That girl who first appeared under the tal sheet revealed the entire truth.
She seed to have been trapped there all along, wandering around, waiting there for the next person to enter the spider's web.
When he and Xu Zisheng had rummaged through the ghost mother and child's ho and escaped, the one knocking outside was her.
Only the 'Real Ghost' in this ga could have discovered them exploiting the rules' loophole to hide in the ghost's ho, and only it could have the ability to make the dismbered ghost stick back together again.
Threads of spider silk connected everything tightly.
It was the sa in the underground garage—she appeared last.
Surrounded by those Ghost Children, she showed no signs of fusion or mutation with spiders like the other ghost children, yet those dense spiders always followed her like a shadow.
"Go play... Xiao Qiao... be happy..."
What was the scene he had glimpsed from afar outside the security booth back then?
The girl's shadow, reflecting black and red, was twisting abnormally, tearing at her hands, pounding on the floor again and again, desperate and helpless, wanting to break free from the earth.
She was trapped in that tiny space, the oxygen for survival being stripped away bit by bit, in the darkness, the knocking sounds growing fainter until they finally stopped completely.
The wishes from life extended beyond death.
Nimbly running, playing freely, those healthy legs stepping upon the earth, able to et the direction of the wind—but none of this belonged to her.
It was what she had exchanged for.
It was what she had stolen.
If the girl holding the glass shard was the real 'Xiao Qiao'.
Then the identity of the short-haired girl in patient clothes inside the room naturally surfaced.
'Sister...'
'If... we... could exchange...'
'Give your legs, I only want this, I want to run again too——'
So that short-haired girl trapped in the room roared over and over, "Give it back to ! Give it back to !..."
That was never aningless murmuring; it was her wanting to reclaim the legs that had been taken from her.
She had switched with her younger sister.
The legs that couldn't walk healthily, covered with ugly scars, disabled and atrophied, were not hers.
The 'Sister' couldn't bear becoming like that herself—bullied and humiliated, curled up daily in a small, dark room without sunlight.
How ironic—she couldn't endure the sa pain, yet back then she could cruelly inflict it upon another girl without any remorse.
The wicked will eventually face punishnt.
[Hint: Call its na, and there will be a response]
No hint from the ga system should be ignored.
In the first round, when he uttered the na 'Xiao Qiao' under the tal sheet, the faint sound he heard wasn't an auditory hallucination or so other noise.
It was that child's extrely soft, almost subconscious response.
No wonder when he tentatively called the na Xiao Qiao in the room, the short-haired girl showed no reaction—because that nickna simply didn't belong to her.
What made her react, what stirred her from her closed-off world, was her real na—"Wu Yunqiao".
They had all been preconditioned.
They had directly equated 'Xiao Qiao' with 'Wu Yunqiao'.
But according to the current situation, the 'Real Ghost' na they assud belonged to the older sister, not the younger sister who suffocated in the tal box.
That lonely, helpless soul wanted to exchange suffering.
So she erased her own na, replacing it with the forr torntor's, then lost herself in the illusory reality she had woven.
As long as the na written in the diary wasn't her own—
it seed as if everything could be treated as though it never happened.
So, was Xiao Qiao that girl's full na?
He had to be more careful this ti; having made one mistake, Xiao Gui'an leaned more toward this being the mother's nickna for her daughter, not the girl's real na.
He wondered how Xu Zisheng's investigation was going.
If nothing major went wrong, he probably also realized where the mistake was and would soon uncover the truth.
Indeed, as Xiao Gui'an thought.
After the na 'Wu Yunqiao' proved wrong, Xu Zisheng decided to return to 3B303 to check what was really going on.
He must have misjudged at so point.
Or, been too presumptive.
Thinking of the short-haired girl who seed more like a marionette—indeed, she wasn't the initiator of this ga instance, just a puppet pushed to the forefront.
Xu Zisheng placed a hand on the stair rail, stepped with his foot, and his entire body lifted into the air, directly landing on the next floor. Then he reached out with his other hand to support himself, repeating the motion, descending like a gust of light wind.
It was already the third round; if he really encountered those two 'Real Ghosts', it would likely be troubleso.
Speaking of which—
One clue pointed to Mr. [Writer]'s ho.
Was it hinting that one of the 'Real Ghosts' was related to him? Or perhaps, [Writer] was one of the 'Real Ghosts'?
Xu Zisheng pressed his lips tightly together.
That wasn't worth delving into deeply.
If any of the present players faced [Writer] as a 'Real Ghost', which one could survive?
That was [S]-level—
possibly even higher—
If he made a move, it would be an utterly hopeless, crushing situation, making it impossible to even muster the will to resist. Just knowing of his existence was enough to inspire fear.
Thinking this, he suddenly recalled [Writer]'s occasional displays of youthful temperant, and Xu Zisheng felt sowhat uncertain again.
The psychology of such high-level entities was truly too difficult to fathom.
If [Writer] suddenly felt playful and wanted to join this cat-and-mouse ga, it wasn't impossible.
For top-tier powerful beings, occasionally developing a bit of amusent out of boredom—such things happening from ti to ti was normal.
Acting on whims, ending when interest faded—they probably wouldn't care much about instance rules or anything like that.
So thinking about it, encountering [Writer] as a 'Real Ghost' might be slightly better than encountering the other 'Real Ghost'.
He didn't know what exactly awaited him at 3B303 now; perhaps the other real ghost was inside at this mont—not impossible—but to find the real ghost's true na, he had to take the risk.
Maybe the Writer was watching him, waiting for him to present a thrilling ga.
For Gui Yi, no matter what, he had to try.
"Bang, bang, bang—"
"Mom... I'm back... open the door..."
Xu Zisheng lowered his voice several tones, straining his throat, uttering the words indistinctly.
He lightly knocked on the door of 3B303 again.
Thick, viscous blood slowly seeped out from under the door. The door's edges seed covered in spider silk, looking even more dilapidated.
"Squeak—" The door opened slightly again, just a crack.
Without the slightest hesitation, Xu Zisheng imdiately acted against the short woman.
Clean and efficient, rendering her incapable of movent before she could even make a sound.
"Watch her, guard the door." Xu Zisheng released the D-level Ghost again, ordering it to move her to the sofa, while he once again entered the short-haired girl's room.
The D-level Ghost nodded vigorously, appearing eager and diligent, seeming quite earnest.
Originally, it had thought about helping Xu Zisheng teach that black-haired kid a lesson, never expecting the guy would turn into a ghost and then run back.
Later, when fighting Chen Ze, Gui Yi's actions were even more beyond imagination.
Actually, at a ti when none of the ghosts dared show themselves, he directly confronted that unspeakable power for Xu Zisheng, ending up completely annihilated without a whole corpse.
If it were itself, it could never do that no matter what.
Undoubtedly, Gui Yi's status in Xu Zisheng's heart had skyrocketed, far beyond what ghosts bound by interests like them could compare to.
But, now that the person was already dead, it hoped Xu Zisheng wouldn't hold a grudge.
After all, back then it just wanted to help Xu Zisheng regain so face—absolutely no personal desire to eat at involved.
Inside the room, the yellowish-red walls were flaking off bit by bit, revealing clusters of spider eggs underneath.
The limbs of the incomplete doll originally placed on the bed had been forcibly torn apart; the cotton stuffing inside, mixed with sothing flesh-like, slowly flowed out, staining the entire bed and flooding half the room's floor.
Xu Zisheng tried to find the diary again but couldn't find it anywhere.
Check the other rooms.
He forced open another door and entered a different room.
Also a room a little girl would like, but similarly covered in dense spiderwebs everywhere, nothing particularly noticeable.
Except—
Xu Zisheng keenly noticed—
The bed, bookshelf, desk, and so other furniture seed not at normal height; they were sowhat shorter.
A few books lay scattered on the desk and bed, most others neatly arranged on the bookshelf.
By the bedside, there was a very old stuffed rabbit with a pink bow tied around its neck. Its fur was completely curled up, but it still looked soft. Its right hand placed at its side seed a bit shorter and deflated, as if it had been taken apart and resewn.
Xu Zisheng looked at the stuffed rabbit, and suddenly all the discrepancies and clues connected into a line in his head.
"Tsk—"
He knew what was going on.
Earlier, when he entered the short-haired girl's room, he had found it strange.
The furniture in her room wasn't suited for the height of soone moving in a wheelchair. He had thought it was because she wasn't valued, and no special furniture was bought. Who would have thought they had simply entered the wrong room?
And those piles of dolls filling the room—could a child who wasn't cared for possess those?
[...I shared Miss Belle with my new sister, said we could play afternoon tea gas together, but she didn't seem to like Miss Belle very much, or maybe it's because she doesn't like .
She said Miss Belle is ugly, that she has many more better ones, but I think Miss Belle is very cute, very comfortable to hold...]
Xu Zisheng walked over, picked up the pink rabbit with one hand, t its blood-red eyes, and said, "Miss Belle, shall we have afternoon tea together?"
As if pressing a switch, the pink stuffed rabbit seed to co alive.
Its blood-red eyes fixed on Xu Zisheng, its stitched mouth tearing open, replying intermittently, "Okay... Qiaoqiao... Belle... and Qiaoqiao are best friends... Co have afternoon tea quickly..."
And just then, from outside the door ca the D-level Ghost's warning—sothing else had arrived at the door of 3B303!!
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