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Chapter 46 Thank you, Lord Black Treasure, for the generous reward!

The group kept their eyes tightly closed, but their ears were perked up.

They huddled together, listening to Gu Mian lift the bed board by herself.

Since it's a single bed, it's not difficult to lift it up.

After lifting the bed board, Gu Mian paused for a moment, and then put the bed back down after several more seconds.

Then the three of them heard Gu Mian's voice: "You can open your eyes now."

They slowly opened their eyes, and Qinghuan even squinted her eyes a crack first, only opening them fully with peace of mind after seeing that the bed had been put back in its original position.

Yuwen Hao hesitated for a moment before asking, "How is it?"

Gu Mian stroked her chin, paused for several seconds before speaking: "The deceased is currently in a very stable emotional state."

Upon hearing this, the group all took several steps back, their faces turning grim.

Qinghuan asked, "Lin Yue'er... is she really down there?"

Gu Mian nodded: "Yes, it was forcibly dragged in. Because the space underneath was too small, its skin was peeled off. After being dragged in, it seemed to survive for a while. There were scratch marks under the bed from fingernails. We didn't see any ghosts. Do you want to confirm?"

The three of them trembled with fear: "No!"

Since they couldn't save the person, there's no need for them to stay here any longer.

When Yuwen and the others came out of Lin Yue'er's apartment, they were all pale-faced.

They've already lost one person before the second day is even over, and they still have more than eight days to endure.

After finally finishing everything and returning to the hotel, none of them could fall asleep.

Huang Yu sat dejectedly on the sofa: "What are we going to do with the remaining eight days?"

Although he hadn't witnessed Lin Yue'er's death firsthand, he could imagine it to some extent. The thought that his own death might be even more horrific than Lin Yue'er's sent chills down Huang Yu's spine.

Yuwen Hao sat down next to him and comforted him: "Don't be discouraged. Finding the source of the curse might bring a turning point. We're not too far from the source."

Huang Yu looked up: "But those ghosts keep getting closer to us... Lin Yue'er died today, and someone else might die tomorrow... Can I really survive...?"

Yuwen Hao was speechless for a moment, clearly unsure how to respond to Huang Yu's question. He remained silent for a while before finally saying, "Let's go to sleep first. We can talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow."

There's nothing else to do but sleep now.

Huang Yu agreed, but the atmosphere around him remained gloomy and desolate.

They've been up to something for several hours tonight, and it's already 3:45 a.m.

Ignoring everyone else's gloomy mood, Gu Mian lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky. He turned to look at the clock in the living room; it was already seven o'clock.

The people in the living room were groping their way up. Gu Mian counted them carefully and found that no one was missing.

However, everyone's expressions were not quite normal, especially Yuwen Hao's.

He slept near the door of another bedroom last night, but this morning he moved to the middle of the living room and closed that bedroom door.

Qinghuan looked at Yuwen Hao, whose expression seemed off, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

While he was keeping watch, he saw Yuwen Hao tossing and turning, as if he couldn't sleep. Not long after, he got up to close the bedroom door and even moved the bedding to the middle of the living room.

In fact, Qinghuan himself was also quite uncomfortable, after all, he hadn't had a good night's sleep for two days, but Yuwen Hao's situation seemed to be much worse than his.

Yuwen Hao nodded, his lips pale: "I feel a little uncomfortable..."

"After I came back and lay down in the early morning, I felt something was wrong. I was facing away from the bedroom door, and I kept feeling like there was something in the bedroom watching me..." "Later, I turned over and slept facing the door... and I still felt like there was something pressed against my face... like I could see it as soon as I opened my eyes."

"I couldn't take it anymore, so I closed the door...and then moved to the middle to sleep..."

"But even with the door closed and me moved to the middle, I always feel like something is staring at my back when I close my eyes, so I sleep with my head tilted back..."

"I was sleeping with my head tilted back... When I closed my eyes, I felt like there was something on the ceiling staring at me. This feeling got stronger this morning..."

Because the ghost is getting closer.

Qinghuan gasped: "Let's hurry up and find the source of the curse before tonight."

Everyone knew that the ghost was constantly approaching them, so they didn't dawdle and hurriedly left early in the morning.

As they left, the hotel owner gave them a strange look, probably wondering why one of the women was missing.

Gu Mian left Lin Yue'er's body under the bed to avoid trouble, since there were also law enforcement police in the instance.

Gu Mian found a local map in the hotel, which marked the location of the Bright Plastics Factory, not far from here.

The group followed the map and soon saw the small factory.

There is a huge iron gate in front of the plastic factory, and you can see inside from the outside.

At this time, several iron chains were tied around the door, probably to prevent anyone from running away and slacking off during work hours.

Right behind the iron gate was a small hut, like a security booth, though security booths in those days weren't that fancy.

It was just a small, dilapidated house with a large window facing the factory gate. You could see an old man sitting at a table, dozing off.

Qinghuan quickly walked to the gate and shook the fence: "Grandpa!"

The old man, who was dozing off, was startled awake by the voice. He looked up and then relaxed after seeing who it was, probably because he was afraid of being seen slacking off by his boss.

The old man, supporting himself on the table, stood up and walked to the entrance of the security booth: "Who are you?"

Gu Mian looked at Yuwen Hao beside her: "Didn't you come here yesterday? Why doesn't he recognize you?"

Yuwen Hao shook his head slightly: "The gatekeeper yesterday wasn't this old man; the one was much younger than him."

The Mingliang Plastics Factory is not big, with at most seventy or eighty employees. Everyone should know them, but Gu Mian and her group are obviously unfamiliar faces.

Qinghuan scratched his head: "We're here to investigate something."

Upon hearing the words "investigate something," the old man hesitated before walking to the gate. "Investigate what? Nobody in our factory has ever done anything wrong."

The tone suggested that they suspected the police.

"No," Qinghuan explained, "We're here to investigate two people, one named Zhao Wen and the other Zhou Guanglei. You should know them, right?"

Both men were employees of this plastics factory and died two years ago, both killed by the door-knocking ghost.

Gu Mian suspected that the two of them had provoked something together two years ago that caused them to be haunted by the door-knocking ghost.

The old man's expression turned strange after hearing the two names: "I know them. They died a long time ago, two years ago."

Qinghuan nodded quickly: "Yes, I know, we're here to investigate their affairs."

The old man's expression became even stranger upon hearing this: "Then you've come to the right person. I'm a long-time employee of this factory, and I know best what happened a few years ago. There are many things that others don't know."

I'm having writer's block today, my head is throbbing, it's so uncomfortable o(╥﹏╥)o
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