Scritch, scratch, scritch...
The black ink left neat handwriting on the white paper of the docunt.
Alain finished signing his na and began writing down his phone number. At the sa ti, he glanced at the interdiary Uncle who was idly smoking a cigarette by the side.
"By the way, is the owner at Number 6 right now?"
"Mn?" The Uncle ground his cigarette into the ashtray, then pulled another one from the pack. "I haven't seen her in the last two days, actually."
Click!
With the crisp sound of the lighter, the jumping orange fla singed the round tobacco. He took a drag, his words exhaled along with the white mist.
"The last ti I saw her, it must have been the day before yesterday."
Zzzzt—
Hearing the sound, Mila looked at Alain with confusion.
Alain's writing motion stopped abruptly. In an instant, the sharp pen tip carved a short, jagged tail across the docunt.
Two days ago, Yang Wanhua had just arrived at the residence?
Alain took a deep breath, and the scratching sound of writing resud. But his state of mind was instantly thrown into chaos, like a cluttered room.
Two days ago was exactly when Alain encountered the Mist Entity and fell into the illusion.
Weren't these two tifras a bit too close? Or was it...
Simply a coincidence?
Alain himself did not really believe in the possibility of coincidences.
He wrote down the final string of numbers, picked up the docunt to carefully check his handwriting, and then handed it to the interdiary.
Thinking about these uncertainties now was useless.
All truths would be revealed once they reached the residence.
The Uncle took the docunt and scanned it up and down. As if seeing sothing, he let out a soft "Eh?"
"Is there a problem?" Alain's mouth twitched.
As a university student, he harbored an innate 'fear' of such docunts. The class committee mbers often instructed: 'You absolutely cannot get a single word wrong on the docunt, nor can you make corrections. If you make a mistake, the entire docunt must be filled out again.'
"No..." The Uncle looked at the bottom right of the docunt, puzzled by so handwriting or another.
He glanced at the docunt, then at Alain, frowning. Then, with a scritch-scratch sound, he pulled open a drawer filled with files.
He was rummaging for sothing inside.
The rustle-rustle of friction between papers rang in the ears of Alain and Mila.
The girl cast a subtle glance at Alain while gesturing toward the katana in her hand.
Alain signaled that there shouldn't be a need to go to that extent. Should be... right?
He truly couldn't understand why the Uncle, after seeing the docunt he wrote, started rummaging through his own files as if checking a household registration...
Could it be that there was sothing fishy about what he wrote? Or did it expose sothing that the man noticed?
The next step wouldn't be cross-referencing so docunt, pointing out Alain and the others' intentions on the spot, and then informing Yang Wanhua, would it?
Shhh—
While the minds of Alain and Mila were surging with turbulence, the Uncle pulled out a slightly wrinkled docunt.
He handed it over for the two to inspect.
He and the girl exchanged a glance. Mila took two steps forward and received that scorching hot docunt...
She began to examine it.
"Th-this..." Mila's bewildered voice drifted over. She sized up the docunt while shooting a glance of disbelief at Alain.
The next second, words that Alain couldn't comprehend drifted from Mila's mouth.
"Did you... co here before?" She thought about it again... "But, that's not right either. If you had been here, we should have been able to find Number 6 very quickly."
Mila looked at the Uncle, then added, "To catch that woman cheating!"
"???" Alain truly couldn't make heads or tails of it, so he simply walked to Mila's side and examined the docunt.
The docunt's title was... [Visitor Registration Form]. The specifications were identical to the one he had just written.
Whether it was the na or the phone number, they were all Alain's.
But the difference lay in—the handwriting on this docunt appeared very graceful, not looking like sothing written by a male. And the date in the bottom right corner was two days earlier than today.
"Wait a mont...!"
Not written by a male, then who was it?
Moreover, this handwriting... he was truly too familiar with it. Familiar to the point that... it was as if he had seen it countless tis in the past.
The slender silhouette of a girl in a white dress quickly floated into his mind.
Alain raised his head, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions, and looked at the Uncle with a poker face.
"Let guess... the writer of this docunt is Yang Wanhua?"
"Correct, correct." The Uncle nodded. "No wonder I kept feeling you looked familiar earlier; now I recall it."
"Originally, I thought it was because of your voice. Later, you said we had spoken over the phone, so I didn't think much of it.
"But... looking at that face of yours, it felt off. Now seeing this docunt, I finally understand—
"I saw you two days ago."
Alain looked at his burning tobacco. The firelight eroded along with the Uncle's stubbly mouth drawing upon it, sizzle sizzle, leaving less than half of the pale white cigarette remaining.
"How... did you see ?" Alain patted his own mouth, realizing this question was completely beside the point.
"You... saw together with Yang Wanhua?"
"Yes, but at that ti, Miss Wanhua was driving the car. She ca to fill out the form, while you sat in the back seat. The anti-glare effect of that glass is quite good, allowing to only see a tiny bit of your face clearly."
The Uncle thought about it again, recalling the scene from that ti:
"You should have been sleeping back then, right? Miss Wanhua also said you were drunk in broad daylight, so she ca to help you sign the visitor docunt."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh, "Sigh... if I had known you had been here, I would have just let you in directly. There was no need to mobilize so many people. So, do you still need to lead the way? Uh..."
In the blink of an eye, the Uncle noticed that the atmosphere between these two had suddenly dropped to freezing point... Could it be that he said sothing wrong?
His fingers rose trembling slightly, intending to take a drag of the cigarette to calm down...
But seeing the gaze with which the girl was staring at that young man, the Uncle realized:
Could it be that this young man nad Alain ca here two days ago to have a secret tryst with Yang Wanhua?
And then, he himself had blurted it out directly in front of the rightful partner who ca to catch the cheaters...
Holy... shit?
Did I just leak the client's privacy myself?
Alain, naturally, did not care about what the Uncle was thinking. At this mont, he clearly realized:
Whether it was the Yalin Villa No. 6 residence, or the matters within the illusionary residence...
They had all truly happened.
After entering the illusion, the Yang Wanhua he conversed with was real.
The als she cooked for him were real; the plates and dishes he washed for her were also real.
The Alain in the illusion had indeed been living in a room with Yang Wanhua.
And since the Uncle saw his unconscious self sitting in the car, that ant...
The matter of imprisoning him was also real.
Thus, the subsequent events could also be imagined:
In order to escape his predicant, he tried to break out of the imprisonnt room ti and ti again, but failed ti and ti again.
Then, in the na of love, he called Yang Wanhua back.
And killed her.
Thinking of this—screech—he pulled out a chair and collapsed onto it.
Looking at the ceiling, Alain took a deep breath, images flashing incessantly through his mind.
The jingling sound of keys; the thin mist drifting in the bathroom; the wood chips flying up as they were hewn by the greatsword; the real tactile sensation of the leather restraining straps...
The slender neck pulled by a large hand; the tears streaming from the corners of the girl's eyes; her voice of disbelief questioning him; her movents of hitting him as she couldn't catch her breath...
That azure greatsword stained with blood, pulled from her chest, splashing up scarlet liquid beads like a hollowed-out blood-colored flower.
Alain took a sip of tea. The bitterness and slight sweetness tangled indistinctly on his taste buds, the tea fragrance seeping into his heart, blending into his chaotic thoughts.
Very quickly, he cald down.
First, there was the issue of the date within the illusion. The date the Alain of that ti saw was undoubtedly "within two days of the Yang Wanhua breakup event".
The ti point was necessarily in the past.
The equipnt he used to check the ti included a wall calendar and a mobile phone. A wall calendar can be faked, but a device like a mobile phone that is connected to the internet in real-ti is difficult to fake.
Unless she modified the ti on Alain's phone.
Secondly, it was the sa old issue: If Yang Wanhua had really died, Monika would absolutely have co rushing over eagerly to tell him. Instead of being in this "Riddler" state where she was restricted everywhere.
Finally, according to his understanding of Yang Wanhua... she cherished her life very much.
Because Yang Wanhua still had unfinished business. And this business was Alain.
Before completely obtaining Alain and squeezing every possible bit of love and companionship out of him...
Alain firmly believed she would absolutely not die. Let alone personally coming into the illusion to risk danger with him—who had already been imprisoned once—to play such a deadly ga of "playing house".
Therefore, Alain reached a conclusion:
The illusion was not an illusion, but a cage Yang Wanhua had fabricated to imprison him. She accompanied him in acting out a play.
And regarding the Yang Wanhua inside the illusion, Alain was very certain that she was the real her; it should have been a real person present.
Whether it was her behavior, expression, style of dress, and so on, they were all Yang Wanhua's posture in Alain's impression.
Thinking further, if even Monika could create a clone... the answer was easy to guess:
Yang Wanhua, also using a clone, created the Mist Entity tailored specifically for the Safety Assistant, created the illusion, and lived with Alain.
Finally, he killed her.
Alain felt that this speculation had a high probability of being the truth. As for Yang Wanhua's intention, that was also easy to guess.
He had tangled with the two yanderes, Yang Wanhua and Crazy Mita, for a long ti one after another. If he didn't have so skill, he would have long since beco a ga cartridge.
What Yang Wanhua wanted to do was to make Alain see her, to recall her. To pull Alain out of the beauty and make him understand: living with Wanhua is the [Truth] and happiness.
This was also Yang Wanhua's "Notification Letter".
The content of the notification was...
[I am back]
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