I, a Mental Patient, Was Chosen to Participate in AnalogHorror Chapter 391 - 357: Alive

Martin held the damp note in his hand, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, and in that mont, his heart surged with frustration.

The inexplicable note, together with a chill breeze where there should have been none, gave him an ominous premonition.

Why would there be a floating piece of paper in a windless cave?

Who would leave him such a vague ssage?

Could it be...

It seed he thought of sothing. Martin looked around and then asked the air,

"Excuse , is anyone there?"

He had reason to suspect that the note had been deliberately given to him by soone he couldn’t see.

"Was it that little girl just now? Was it you?"

Unfortunately, despite asking many tis, there was no response in the cave.

Martin’s nature told him that a soldier’s instinct was to face danger, not avoid it, so he bent down to pick up the note and scrutinized it carefully.

The ink on the paper was blotchy, as if soone had written it in haste or perhaps the many years of friction had made the few characters difficult to decipher as true or false.

He attempted to make an imprint of the writing on the paper to see if he could discern any more information, but the rain had already diluted it substantially.

After pondering for a mont, he shifted his gaze back to the mouth of the cave, decisively decided to exit and check if he could find any clues in the rain.

Martin put on so partly dry clothes, lowered the fire a little, hefted his axe, and cautiously walked out of the cave.

The rain continued to fall heavily, tilting down, and his vision beca exceptionally blurry amidst the wind and rain; his footsteps in the muddy ground made dull sounds, his heartbeat echoing in his chest cavity.

Besides the muddy mountain path and trees wet by the rain, he seed to find no clues that could unravel this puzzle.

He climbed to the hill slope right above the cave, where the rain ford a thin torrent, eroding the hill’s soil.

Martin carefully inspected along the stream and noticed traces in the soil that seed to have been deliberately moved...

He halted, and carefully following the guidelines, began to dig.

As the soil was gradually dug up, a wooden box appeared among the mud and wastewater.

The box looked ancient, its original color washed out by the rain, but its tightly closed lid and airtight construction seed to have preserved its contents.

A wave of confusion sprouted in his heart. Martin returned to the cave, took off his clothes to dry them, before carefully examining the box.

Outside the box were a few faded photographs displaying a happy and tranquil elderly couple with their family mbers.

And beneath the photographs were engraved words.

It read, "Dear, if you see this ssage, please return these mories to our ho."

Just like that, Martin understood what the note ant by "help ... return..."

"So, does that an that he wants to take this box to a particular place?"

While he understood, Martin was still completely clueless about where exactly to take it.

"What can I say, what’s inside this box?"

Human curiosity is boundless, especially when the box at first glance was no simple matter.

"The person went through such trouble to remind , surely there must be sothing very... very good inside?"

Not only him, but the entire atmosphere of the live streaming room had also livened up.

Countless people were eager to see what precisely was inside the box.

[I think it might be a Kaidan artifact!]

[Although I also know there’s sothing good inside this box, it’s not so easy to co by a Kaidan artifact.]

[Martin is lucky, a chosen one, favored by God, any problem?]

[Bullshit! The last one favored by him is already a few ters under in his grave, right?]

[I feel like the box contains sothing like the Peach Wood Sword Jiang Xiao took by force.]

[Hey, that’s very possible...]

Jiang Xiao’s Peach Wood Sword was an old object, this box was also an antique, perhaps it too contained similar types of items.

.....

Why?

Jiang Xiao’s mind was filled with great confusion.

He had noticed that during the sumr, the beings in Kaidan liked to eat stir-fried dishes.

But now that it was winter, they had all switched to eating hotpot.

It was only noon, but due to the torrential rain, the sky looked as dark as six or seven in the evening.

The dining table was sowhat quiet.

The hotpot was bubbling, releasing steam, and the four people sitting around the table each harbored their own hidden agendas.

Bao Lebin had been busy until now and finally brought over the last plate of freshly washed spinach and shrimp.

"Alright, Director, take a look, today’s lunch is quite a feast, isn’t it?"

"Okay, that’s enough, sit down and eat with us."

Bao Lebin obediently sat down, and Jiang Xiao was the first to pick up his chopsticks while beginning to recount the details of his battle with Spider-Man last night.

Frankly speaking, Jiang Xiao, who had grown up listening to stories, was quite skilled at storytelling, vividly making the others feel as if they were right there.

Especially when they heard about Spider-Man’s invincible defense, which Jiang Xiao couldn’t break through, and how Spider-Man trapped him underground, not allowing him to leave.

Bao Lebin’s palms were sweaty with anxiety.

When the story took a break, Jiang Xiao shifted the conversation and dropped a bombshell.

"Oh, by the way, when I chased down Ghost Face last night, she said she ant no harm to us, just kindly wanted to remind us..."

The other three paused their chopsticks, their faces showing surprise.

"Remind us of what?" the Director inquired.

"Remind us, there’s a bad person in the funeral ho."

Silence...

The atmosphere at the dining table instantly stiffened.

There was a bad person in the funeral ho?

Indeed.

There were only four people present altogether, so if there was a bad person, wouldn’t it be one out of the four?

No, excluding Jiang Xiao himself, it was one out of three.

"Isn’t that fake? Did she have any evidence or discover anything?"

The seldom-speaking Night Watchman asked Jiang Xiao.

"I don’t have anything like that..."

"Jiang Xiao, you’re still young, and the other party is not a living person, rember not to fall for the tricks of the ghosts, perhaps this is their strategy to divide us."

Jiang Xiao nodded and didn’t say much more, as this was indeed just one side of the story.

Although he wanted to believe the little girl inside, there was no substantial evidence after all...

’Swoosh~’

A shadow flashed past the window of the hall.

"Director, may I ask a sowhat stupid question, are there only the four of us in this funeral ho?"

...

At the other end, Okakura Kozuka had finished his al, and his life these past few days had been pleasantly carefree.

Anyone who dared show him their teeth, he’d directly slap a female corpse in their face, a trick that never failed.

Wasn’t that the case?

While Bao Lebin, the poor sap, was still washing dishes, he had returned to his dorm to blissfully take a nap.

"Thinking about it, actually living like this for ten years isn’t too bad, huh~ Lodging and als provided, and no work to do, seems pretty good, doesn’t it?"

Having spoken to himself, Okakura Kozuka also casually asked the female corpse lying in the sa bed.

"Yes, who would disagree?"

"Hehehe, you think so too? Mainly because I..."