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Chapter 96 96. The Last Letter
"Squeak..."

Entering the vine house, Jiang Jianxin watched the round door behind him slowly close. He stood in front of the door, looking at the small house on the big tree.

The woven rattan dome is shimmering with mottled starlight, and the old copper chandelier emits a dim light.

This rattan house built on an ancient tree is only 20 square meters. The entire north wall is covered with natural storage racks formed by tree knots, and the racks are empty.

Next to the shelf was a large rattan bed, covered with white bedding similar to the one in the wilderness.

There is a small wooden table in the middle of the room, on which is placed a green napkin box and a plate of fruit, and next to it is a simple small wooden stool.

There are no windows here either, but it's not as stuffy as the wilderness safe house.

Seeing the fruits on the table, Jiang Jianxin felt relieved.

She came to the bed, lifted the quilt and carefully checked the bed.

This time, I didn’t see any suspicious water marks.

The room was silent, without any unusual movement. Only the sound of the cold wind blowing through the forest outside the vine house was heard, its whimpering sound like a mournful cry.

"Ding ding, the safe house is full, and night has fallen."

Jiang Jianxin looked at the door, thinking that the room would be locked like before.

Who knew that he would stop talking after the door made that sound.

Jiang Jianxin: “?”

She went to the door and tried to open it.

"Bah…"

The door opened in response, and a ray of bright light and a curious head popped out from the Fujiya in the forest which was particularly gloomy and dark at night.

[HP -1]

[HP -1]

[HP -1]

……

After Jiang Jianxin stuck his head out, he kept hearing reminders of his decreasing blood volume.

Considering what Christine had told her before about the miasma at night that would reduce one thousand HP in an hour, Jiang Jianxin knew that it was the miasma that was showing its power.

“Huff—Huff—”

The night fog, carrying the scent of humus, spread across the forest, and the treetops surged into sticky black waves in the strong wind.

Some huge creature is cruising in the miasma. The crisp sound of rotten branches breaking is deliberately controlled in the background noise of dead leaves rubbing against each other, like a dormant predator measuring the distance to its prey.

"Click."

Jiang Jianxin glanced at the dark forest, then closed the door and locked it manually.

The sound of the copper bolt striking woke up the wind chimes hanging in front of the door. The last ray of light in the vine house squeezed out from the crack of the door and was immediately swallowed up by the surging darkness.

“Rustle—”

The sound of rotting pine needles collapsing spiraled up the tree trunk. Scaly claws dug into the bark, dark green slime drawing spider-like threads through the furrows of the ancient wood.

In the dark night, two scarlet eyes opened, and the pupils arranged in an inverted triangle shrank into slits, staring intently at the gray-green hut on the treetops.

……

"This house in the forest is really strange."

After Jiang Jianxin locked the door manually, he took a few steps back, staring at the door and muttering to himself.

Not only does it not lock automatically, but the door lock used is an old-fashioned copper bolt.

Outside, a cold wind kept blowing through the forest, making a creepy rustling of leaves.

Jiang Jianxin didn't feel scared. She sat down at the table, ready to eat some fruit and go to sleep. Before going to sleep, she squinted at the green tissue box on the table.

Last time in the wilderness safe house, she found the small note with brown handwriting in the tissue box. She didn't know if it was still in the box this time.

So she lifted the carton and turned it over.

"Bah-"

This time, a brown ballpoint pen fell out, and a folded piece of letter paper was clipped on the clip at the back of the pen.

Jiang Jianxin bent down to pick up the ballpoint pen and unfolded the paper folded on its clip.

Neat brown ballpoint pen writing appeared inside the neatly folded white paper.

The first line is:

[Hello, by the time you see this paper, I will probably be dead.]

Jiang Jianxin covered his mouth in surprise.

This sentence shocked her enough that she couldn't help but continue reading.

This was my last night living in the forest safe house... I heard strange noises outside, then I opened the door and saw the truth of this contaminated area.

The first sentence of the text is a bit vague, but not difficult to understand.

Jiang Jianxin's gaze fixed on the words "strange noise".

She listened carefully around her cabin.

——There was only the sound of the whistling wind mixed with the rustling of leaves.

Jiang Jianxin scratched his head and focused his attention on the letter again.

[I don't recommend you do this. I'm a Fool with special abilities. My distorted cognition has helped me distort some of the rules. The forest's miasma hasn't been able to corrode my health bar, but because I discovered the truth, I'm being hunted by the entire forest.]

[Since my health bar was at risk and I was being targeted by the forest, I chose to enter the wilderness safe house on the second night.]

Jiang Jianxin touched his chin, unfolded the four notes Christine gave him and the one note he got on the table, and then looked down.

Before entering the safe house, I wrote this letter and made a pact with myself: before I die, I must find a way to write down a few important pieces of information I know and put them in my special tool [Strange Tissue Box]—it will be fixed in a certain position and will randomly refresh my notes to show everyone.

Jiang Jianxin glanced at the green tissue box next to him.

She didn't expect that this cheap-looking plastic thing was actually a special tool.

If I'm not mistaken, the notes I wrote before I died should all be in your possession—because this brown ballpoint pen is also a special tool. Its function is: after its owner dies, it will appear in front of the tissue box of the person who has collected all the notes, carrying the contents of the pen clip.

[You can carefully study those notes, but I cannot interpret them for you, because I just felt that I might die in the wilderness, but I don’t know what I wrote before I died.]

Jiang Jianxin glanced at the five notes on the table and continued reading.

[In addition to the notes I wrote before my death, I can still offer you some help now - never leave the safe house in the forest. No matter what sound you hear, do not go out. I paid too much for it, and I don't want you to repeat the same mistake.]

The letter ends here, and the remaining lines are shrunk to a very small size.

Jiang Jianxin squinted his eyes and held the letter under the light before he saw the last few words:
[That's all I have to say... Emperor Christine, I'm happy to be able to provide you with a little help in the final days of my life.]

[Perhaps you are wondering why I could guess your identity... Because you are the only one who would be interested in these nonsense notes of mine and collect them and put them away safely.]

I still remember the evening when I first arrived at the Fool's Society. When Rose Transport brought me here, I looked at the various talented people in the society and felt terrified by my ordinary background. I felt extremely uneasy.

It was you who touched my head and told me not to be afraid and to hold my head high. At that moment, the setting sun illuminated your crown, and it seemed as if your image was also imprinted in my heart.

[…Now that I think about it, it seems like it happened so long ago, yet it also seems like it happened just yesterday.]

[I can't leave here anymore, so let this handwriting take one last look at you for me.]

At the end of the letter, there was a bright smiley face.

Jiang Jianxin was silent holding the paper.