The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 43: Precautions for Midnight Door-Knocking and Windo

But I knew I wouldn’t ntion these things to Qinghan, as they were his private matters.

If I could help him find his missing sister, he would naturally tell everything.

Just as he said at the ti, he would explain it to in detail when he had the chance.

Before Ling Ke’er went to sleep, she hesitated and softly advised not to worry, to not overthink, to rest well, and tomorrow she would accompany to the Potala Palace.

I was stunned, and before I realized it, she had already closed the door and left.

She ca to talk to because she was worried that I’d be thinking too much about Qinghan.

What a considerate girl, but unfortunately, she was ten thousand miles away from the truth.

Care, worry, reluctance... These emotions between the living, I do not possess.

I would worry about sothing or about whether the person completing a task could do it smoothly, but I’d never purely worry about soone’s life or death.

Is it inherent indifference or sothing forgotten after death? These questions I rarely ponder.

What isn’t there can’t be pretended; I can see Wen Jing and Shunfeng already consider a friend who has shared life and death, yet I still feel nothing for them.

Many things can’t be overthought; once rembered, they beco endless, leading to dead ends despite no answers.

I took off the lotus hairpin atop my head while facing the mirror, gently placed it on the table, then lay down on the ground pretending to be dead.

The hotel’s bed was too soft, and I wasn’t used to it; so habits aren’t changed within a day or two.

At midnight, the phone alert sounded; it was a voice ssage from Qinghan.

He reminded to be careful and said the Gate of Death had already opened; Boss Lu and Miss Scream weren’t inside.

Indeed, they had returned to the UN; I asked when he would return, but he didn’t respond.

The Gate of Death was particularly strange; Boss Lu and her mutated subordinates had perished miserably, and every ti one went in, the scene changed.

Back then, that mine owner must have entered too and released so terrifying thing that instantly killed all the miners.

Actually, the most troubleso was not the virus or toxic gas, but its intermittently active nature that easily dulled one’s alertness.

Qinghan might have been unable to reply; I thought it over and sent another voice ssage, maybe because Ling Ke’er had been talking all day, nearly brainwashing ; I felt not sending a caring ssage would seem too heartless, though it was the truth.

So I organized my words, pressed the speak button: "I’m not worried about you, don’t worry about ."

Expressing ’emotions’ for the first ti, the tone inevitably sounded stiff, but let it be; it’s just a gesture, a courtesy that Wen Jing and Shunfeng hadn’t received.

I visited the majestic palace with Ling Ke’er, stopped by the ancient towers, experienced the local culture, and the ti passed.

Another week passed; Qinghan finally sent a ssage saying they’ve set out on their return journey.

Miss Scream and Boss Lu couldn’t be found; the blizzard erased all traces on Tianshan, making their whereabouts a mystery, prompting Qinghan to again remind to be careful.

I held the phone, sighed softly, and Ling Ke’er imdiately hovered over, mischievously asking: "What’s wrong, can’t stand the pain of lovesickness? First day Qinghan left~ missing him; second day Qinghan left, missing him~ missing him -"

I directly covered her mouth, thereby turning her newly applied rotten tomato lipstick into a second creation with artistic expression.

"Ah~ my makeup, my makeup!" Ling Ke’er shrieked and escaped to the bathroom.

I don’t understand why a woman becos panicky as if about to reveal her true form when her makeup sars.

Previously, I used to enjoy chatting with the living, but those tomb robbers who survived were all n, rarely showing emotions unless breaking down.

Moreover, they were in despairing environnts, and their remaining ti was spent either analyzing exits, reminiscing, or figuring ways to self-destruct.

No matter what, their emotions would never affect .

But after spending days with Ling Ke’er, I discovered a side effect to chatting with her.

Simply put, she’s overly emotional and sensitive, the conversation topics shift quickly, lacking logic, and her infectiousness is fatal; sothing only mildly amusing can make her laugh for half a day, and when I found myself giggling too, an inexplicable feeling of horror arose within.

She’s poisonous; I must keep my distance from her, eagerly awaiting Qinghan’s return, yes, I suppose I’m missing him!

At night, I pushed the persistent Ling Ke’er who wanted to sleep together back to her room, leaving my mind restless.

Qinghan and the others could arrive in Sa City tomorrow, but for so reason, I had a bad feeling sothing would happen.

When I closed my eyes, a web of blood appeared before , dripping steadily.

I opted to get up from the floor, planning to open the computer and watch a lively variety show.

The clock pointed to 1:30 AM, darkness deepened, and occasionally the sound of speeding cars echoed outside the window.

As my hand reached for the power button, I heard knocking at the window.

This hotel had six floors in total, and I stayed on the fourth; its windows lacked a balcony, aning a normal person couldn’t have climbed up, and if it were a thief, they wouldn’t knock on the window.

The hotel curtains were thick, drawn tightly, no lights lit inside; I stared at the window in the darkness, waiting quietly.

Seconds later, the window glass was knocked again; this ti the sound was louder but not by much.

For a regular person, it would send chills down their spine, their mind filled with horrifying images.

But as the main boss in a horror film, convention states that currently, I’m supposed to be outside knocking.

I approached the window, ready to pull the curtains, when suddenly, soone knocked on the door.

Curious indeed, for the knocking at the door and window were equally soft, as if outside stood a lover, afraid to disturb the neighbors, secretly coming for a late-night rendezvous.

Qinghan and the others were still in the car at this ti; if hotel staff had matters, they’d speak after knocking.

Ling Ke’er slept in the inner room, and she couldn’t possibly be outside the window.

Recalling Qinghan’s reminder, I decided to play dead, ignoring the two ’guests’ who ca at night.

Ninety percent of horror film fodder dies from curiosity and wandering hands; I should avoid their old paths.

But it seed these two were sure I was inside, and instead of knocking, they scratched, creating faint scraping sounds on the glass and door.

Scratch...scratch...eerily synchronized.

Thankfully, they only used subtle noise to harass , not directly breaking into the window or door.

They ceased only when morning hovered near; daylight broke and I drew open the curtains, finding several spots of dried red blood on the window ledge outside.

I sniffed it and confird the scent was blood, but a few drops of blood couldn’t explain much and certainly wouldn’t convince the hotel to strengthen security at night.