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Chapter 104 Daytime is too unsafe [Seeking first subscription]

Gu Mian noticed some problems, but the fat man was still somewhat confused.

Chu Changge lowered his voice: "Just now Zhao Lei said that this was the first time he had seen the mountains blocked by heavy snow, but then he said that there were other people who were trapped in the mountains by heavy snow like us, and they were trapped for a long time."

Since this is the first time he has seen a mountain blocked by heavy snow, how did people get trapped before?
The fat man understood after hearing what he said: "You mean... he's lying?"

Or perhaps no one had ever been trapped before.

Otherwise, there have been instances in the past where heavy snow has blocked the mountain passes.

But what's the point of Zhao Lei lying like this?

"No," Chu Changge shook his head slightly: "I think he might not be lying, but rather experiencing a memory lapse. If he were lying, then this lie would be far too clumsy."

Zhao Lei remembered that there had never been a case of heavy snow blocking the mountain before, but he also remembered that some people had been trapped by heavy snow and unable to leave.

So how does this memory bias form?
"Besides this, there are a few other issues..."

Why did Zhao Lei's father, Zhao Guanhai, disappear?

Why is there a clock running backwards here?

"Where does that eerie feeling that's been there ever since we came in come from?"

Zhao Lei is a heavyweight NPC in this instance, so Gu Mian doesn't believe that his father, Zhao Guanhai, disappeared by chance.

Gu Mian stroked her chin: "Putting everything else aside, I know that in supernatural novels, disappearing is practically the same as being murdered."

He then added, "It's probably similar in supernatural dungeons."

"Hmm," Chu Changge nodded, "Judging from the 'Escape from the Horror Manor' quest given by the dungeon, there is a high probability that ghosts will appear to chase us, and the source of these ghosts may be Zhao Guanhai."

The fat man nodded, seemingly understanding, "So, in this instance, we need to pay attention to anything related to Zhao Guanhai, right?"

“That’s right,” Chu Changge said. “We should also keep an eye on Zhao Lei. After all, he’s a bit suspicious. Maybe he’s the ghost.”

He looked like he had kidney deficiency, and his memory seemed to be distorted somewhere.

After all, if a ghost were to disguise itself as a human, it would do so perfectly.

"Let's put aside the question of who the ghost is for now and talk about the existing clues," Chu Changge said, glancing out the window.

The bedroom windows here are all quite large, so large that the fat man is afraid that ghosts might climb in from outside the window.

Because the windows are large, the lighting is excellent, and you can see the sky at a glance.

The sky was still overcast and full of dark clouds, and the sun was nowhere to be seen. Gu Mian estimated that in this kind of weather, it would take many days for a pair of underwear to dry.

"You all saw that clock that was running backwards." Chu Changge looked away.

Gu Mian nodded slightly. If the watch was broken, it should have stopped turning. The fact that it was turning backward was really beyond his expectations.

"I noticed that there was nothing else in this building besides that clock to tell the time, and even the sun was blocked, so it was impossible to estimate the exact time."

Upon hearing this, the fat man sensed something else: "Brother Chu, you don't mean that time is going backwards right now, do you?"

The moment they entered the house, time began to flow backward, which is why they had such an eerie feeling.
Because of the time reversal, everything that happened in this house will reappear before their eyes.
That's what the fat guy was thinking.

Chu Changge did not deny it: "There is a certain possibility, but it is unlikely. I think there should be other possibilities, but we need to look for clues here."

Although the sun was obscured from the sky, Gu Mian still sensed that night was approaching.

Then he suddenly spoke up: "It's too unsafe during the day, let's do it at night."

After all, Zhao Lei is still outside, and going out and rummaging through other people's things would definitely arouse suspicion.

The fat man's expression twisted: "Listen to what you're saying, is that even human language?" The other three people were clearly not as enlightened as Gu Mian, and the couple's room and study on the second floor were right next to each other.

Gu Mian noticed that they were standing in the corridor whispering to each other, as if they were discussing something.

Meanwhile, Mobile Guy was coming up the stairs, seemingly holding something in his hand, looking rather sly.

Gu Mian then looked at Chu Changge: "Are you sleeping on the first floor tonight?"

The first floor seems a bit dangerous, after all, Zhao Lei is still an unknown figure.

Chu Changge pushed up his glasses: "Yeah, I can see Zhao Lei's door through my peephole, so I can take the opportunity to observe him. You all have peepholes on your doors too, right?"

of course.

The fat man's door faces one of the staircases, so if anyone goes upstairs via that staircase, he will definitely see them.

Gu Mian's room was rather secluded, and she could only see the doorway of the fat man next to her.

The fat man said smugly, "As long as I'm in the doctor's sight, I feel like I won't die."

Gu Mian poured cold water on him without any mercy: "I watched you die in the last dungeon."

The fat man shut his mouth.

They stayed in the fat man's room and had no intention of going downstairs for the time being.

Gu Mian noticed that the furnishings in the fat man's room were quite unique.

A writing desk was placed right next to the bed; it was the kind of desk that middle school or high school students would use.

There was a particularly dilapidated little computer on the table, with a screen almost the size of a laptop. It was so broken that even the junk collector would find it unappealing.

The fat man glanced at the computer: "I've tried this thing, but I don't know why it won't open. Maybe it needs to meet some unlocking condition?"

Gu Mian then shifted her gaze in another direction.

A huge wardrobe faces the bed, and behind one of the wardrobe doors is a life-sized mirror.

The fat man found the mirror too creepy, so he tore off a piece of cloth to cover it up. Behind the other cabinet doors were a bunch of students' clothes.

There were also some odd, non-mainstream clothes mixed in; Gu Mian saw several flashy jackets hanging there.

One of the black leather jackets stood out; it was particularly short and covered in nail-like things stuck to the front.

"This outfit really doesn't suit my taste." The fat man reached out and touched the leather jacket.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the garment appeared to have been torn and then re-stitched back together with black thread.

Gu Mian stroked her chin: "I guess this is the room Zhao Lei lived in when he was in middle school."

It seems Zhao Lei was rebellious for a while when he was a teenager.

The room Gu Mian chose was fairly normal, no different from a regular adult room, without any fancy features.

Chu Changge then revealed a slightly strange expression: "Speaking of which, if this is Zhao Lei's room when he was in middle school, then my room seems to be the room he lived in when he went to university or became an adult."

"Because I saw photos of him and his girlfriend in the house. Zhao Lei in the photos looked to be around 21 or 22 years old. There was also a broken cell phone in the drawer, but it wouldn't turn on."

The fat man raised his eyebrows: "So Zhao Lei stayed in all of these houses?"

That's a bit strange.

Here's the group number again: 923017694.
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