Artifact Report

Chapter 175 Jin Xueli and Han Liuyue act together

In a drowsy state, Jin Xueli vaguely knew that she was lying on her bed at home. The bedroom was dim and she was half asleep and half awake.

Every time she came back from the nest, she would sleep soundly.

Not only was I unable to sleep properly in the nest and was in a sleep debt, but the tiredness I felt was also something that most people couldn't experience - how should I describe it?
It seems that after death, the soul still wanders on the earth without stopping, traveling through mountains and rivers for hundreds of years, and then resurrects as a human being with hundreds of years of fatigue.

The body seems to know that a trip to the lair is not a normal human experience. Just like deep-water diving, it is possible, but the human body is not designed for it. To resist the effects of restoring the lair, the brain craves an abnormally large amount of sleep.

What's more, before she had time to have a good rest last time, she went into the nest with Han Liuyue again. Before going to bed, Jin Xueli thought that it would not be surprising if she could only sleep for three or four days this time.

How long had she slept? she wondered vaguely.

"...More than a day," a voice nearby replied.

Oh, it's been so long. So today should be...

"It's November 11st, 21 o'clock in the evening."

Is it time to get up and eat? Jin Xueli turned over in bed, her face buried in the silk pillow. Sleepiness still enveloped her like the night, not letting in any light from the sky.

"Did you know? Hunter Morando from Blackmore City has several loyal fans."

Humph, Moran said.

"There's a pseudo-image channel on Reddit. Because not many Hunters are used, it's very quiet and is about to become a fan forum for Morando."

……and many more.

She was sleeping at home alone, who was talking?
Jin Xueli suddenly sat up from the bed, all sleepiness gone. Her heart was beating as if it was going to burst her sternum, and all the hairs on her body stood on end.

However, she was still alone in the dim bedroom.

The sound seemed to have come from the bed, but it was empty. Jin Xueli reached out and touched the edge of the bed. The sheet felt cool, obviously no one had sat there.

She turned on the bedroom light and checked again, but still worried, so she grabbed the phone on the bedside table, turned on the flashlight, and lay down to look under the bed - fortunately, there was only dust under the bed, and no one was there.

If she encountered a pair of eyes under the bed, it would be really hard for her.

It's strange, was I dreaming?
The voice sounded like a man's, vaguely familiar.

Dreams are illogical. Men wouldn't like Morandao and wouldn't care whether she has fans or not... That shouldn't be the case, right?

Forget it, now that I’m awake, I might as well eat something.

Her mind was filled with the menu of the food delivery app, and she just wanted to open it and take a look. As soon as she raised her phone, the two lines of words "November 2026, 11, 21:9 PM" immediately came into her sight.

Jin Xueli was stunned. 9:04?

The time announced by the voice in the dream just now happened to coincide with the real time?

She looked at the screen full of APP icons, not knowing whether to call it a coincidence and ignore it.

After all, she was starving and her stomach was burning...but her fingers were possessed by some unknown force, and she slid away from Uber Eats and clicked on Reddit.

This isn't a lair, there aren't that many weird things happening here. It's okay, I must be dreaming...

While thinking about Mexican food, Jin Xueli typed "pseudo-image" into the search bar.

The first search results were diverse and numerous. She thought for a moment and added the word "hunter"—this time, she found a quiet little channel with a name that was clearly called "Black Moor Hunter"; it had 17 members in total, with 3 currently online.

Jin Xueli closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

It's okay. It's normal for some hunters to want to create a place for online chatting. The popularity is so low that ordinary people can't dig it out at all... It may not be what I said in the dream.

The first post I saw was posted at 8:40, with the title "I met Sister Morandao by chance" - even though the channel was so quiet, there were more than 20 replies.

Jin Xueli stared at it blankly for several seconds.

She had no idea how to digest it and didn't dare click in. She scrolled down for a while and found that there were not many posts talking about pseudo-images and nests. When they were mentioned, the terms used were very obscure, and most of them were arranged offline or ended in vain.

More posts are talking about Morando.

"I really like her. Does anyone know which family she is from?" - Few responded.

"So happy, recording the two hours I spent with Morando in N" - this is one of the most popular posts in the channel; N seems to be a synonym for nest.

"My orientation was changed so suddenly" - seems understandable.

No…that’s not right, don’t be distracted by the post.

Why do I dream about things that I have no idea exist in real life?
Jin Xueli stared blankly at her bed. The edges of the sheets were cold and wrinkle-free. Even the dark, sticky air in the bedroom, after having the door and windows closed for over a day, didn't have any smell that shouldn't have been there. It seemed as if it had never been disturbed.

From the moment she finished speaking to the moment she sat up in shock, the time was not enough for her to escape from the bedroom; besides, she didn't hear the door open.

The strangest thing was... the voice somehow broke into her sleep, but it was talking about Morando's fan section.

Why don't you talk about something meaningful?
Jin Xueli is no longer hungry.

She opened the first post, which was the encounter post that had just been posted twenty minutes ago.

Here’s what the post says:
u/Libliplick
Ever since I came back from N Middle School, I've had intermittent tinnitus, like a bee-breeding in my head. Today was my fourth follow-up appointment, and I ran into Sister Morando right at the gate!
When I recognized her, she was surprised and seemed confused as to why I knew her. I told her that she was very famous, and she was embarrassed. How cute! (I know why the residents said that).

I wanted to take a picture with her, but Morando said it wasn't convenient right now. Sorry. She seemed to be waiting for someone or something, and her movements were quite secretive. Ha, I figured that out too. Today I'm the love hunter.

First reply:
I envy you so much, where did you meet her?

I didn't know if I could tell her, since she seemed to be busy with something. She was very gentle and chatted with me for a few minutes before saying she wasn't available right now.

The replies below seem to be of little significance.

Jin Xueli hesitated for a moment, clicked on the poster's profile, and looked through the other party's posting history, but didn't see anything worth mentioning; then she clicked on the other party's comment.

This time, she slid down a few times and then stopped.

In a post published half a year ago discussing health care, the poster replied to another netizen that she also had a minor ailment that had been bothering her, and she was planning to try a private hospital soon. It was said that the hospital was owned by the Weiss Group, and the fees were high, but the doctors, equipment, and treatment plans were all very cutting-edge.

Morando...Wei family...is there any connection?

Jin Xueli thought about it and decided to call Chai Si.

Chai Si may seem scary, but after actually meeting him - he is actually quite scary.

But he had a bit of business sense, and a mutually beneficial cooperation wasn't impossible; since he'd set the terms for the partnership, she had to keep him informed as agreed. Besides, he always gave the impression he didn't know how to interact normally with others, which was why he was so arrogant.

Hmm, should I say it's like another kind of incel, though not that disgusting...

"Hello?" A strange female voice answered the phone.

Jin Xueli's hair stood up.

At this hour, he could answer Chai Si's phone without any hesitation? Oh, I really can't believe it, could it be that he actually has the ability to establish an intimate relationship with a woman -

"Are you a relative or friend of this patient?" A strange female voice interrupted her thoughts.

……patient?
"what?"

"Wait a minute, let me see... Well, I got it, Chase Monroe. Are you his relative or friend?"

"Ah, well..."

Jin Xueli couldn't accept the new role that fate had assigned to her for a moment. She couldn't say a word "yes" but blurted out another sentence: "What's wrong, he's dead? I knew he-"

Before he could even utter the words "not long to live," the other person spoke rapidly and in a businesslike manner, "He was poisoned and fell from a building today. The fire department brought him to our hospital, but someone requested he be transferred, so they just sent him away. He was brought here alone and was unconscious when they transferred him. He left his phone and driver's license here. You can tell him they're in our care."

Many thoughts flooded into Jin Xueli's mind, and she didn't know which one to focus on.

As expected, no woman was willing to be with him—No, not this.

How could he be poisoned and fall from a building? Of these two ways to die, just choose one, no need to add icing on the cake... No, that's not it.

Which hospital?

Was he taken away by the Kai family, or... ?
She doesn't need to worry about this matter. Should she give Han Liuyue a call?
A large group of thoughts, like buffaloes running on the grassland, ran past in a cloud of dust, leaving only one question behind.

"Which hospital was he sent to...?" Jin Xueli asked.

The woman on the other end of the phone, who was either a doctor or a nurse, gave the name of a private hospital in which the Wei family held shares.

At some point, Jin Xueli stood up from the bed.

She remembered that on that day in the cemetery, Chase had said, "Molando shot me."

"Has the ambulance left yet? How long has it been gone?"

The woman opposite replied, "It seems like less than ten minutes. They probably haven't reached the receiving hospital yet."

What happens when you get there?

Jin Xueli felt that the answer was very clear.

Chai Si can't die yet.

She hurriedly put on her coat, pajamas and sneakers, grabbed the backpack she brought to the nest, and rushed out the door; while calling a taxi, she also called Han Liuyue.

I don’t know what’s going on, but it seems like Kai’s family is in a trend of not answering the phone today.

She didn't give up and called a second time, and a third time, and finally heard the call was picked up.

"...Jin Xueli?" Han Liuyue asked slowly.

"Have you been sleeping until now?" Jin Xueli asked, then reminded herself not to go off topic and said, "Hey, let's not talk about that for now. Do you know about Chai Si's situation?"

"What happened to Brother Chai?"

The hospital said he was sent there alone, and Kai's family hasn't received any news yet.

Does this mean that his experience before his poisoning and fall was related to the "Game of Domination"? The "Game of Domination" had to be kept secret, which is why he didn't bring any support from his family?
Jin Xueli ignored the voice in her dream and told Han Liuyue everything that had happened. She said, "You'd better take someone over there quickly to prevent him from getting into trouble. Ah, although I've already gone downstairs, if you don't need me to go, I'll go back—"

"No, I need you to come over."

Han Liuyue's voice was deep and quiet, a little different from last time, but she couldn't quite pinpoint the difference. Did she seem a little less lively? Even after hearing about Chai Si's misfortune, she remained remarkably calm.

"I'll be leaving soon too... Let's meet at the hospital later." She seemed to be smiling as she spoke.

　Having written this far, I want to say that writing a story with interwoven plot lines from multiple perspectives is actually more difficult than writing a dungeon... I'll have some egg yolk pie to catch up on the plot.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)