Global Ghost Stories: I'm Investigating Ghosts in My Nightmare!

Chapter 31 Visitors and Unsolved Mysteries

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the dormitory's specially designed portholes, casting a bright patch of light on the floor.

Holiday time always passes by exceptionally lazily. Bai Yu didn't get up early for physical training as usual, but instead slept until she naturally woke up, which was quite rare for her.

After a quick wash, he was preparing to spend the afternoon at the library, just like yesterday, when the dormitory doorbell suddenly rang.

Who could it be at this time?
Most of his teammates were probably still catching up on sleep or relaxing in their own ways, and An Mu wouldn't look for him this way. Bai Yu gently opened the door with a hint of doubt.

Standing outside the door was Lu Yueqi.

The girl was wearing a simple white dress, clutching a square object wrapped in cloth tightly in her arms. She looked a little nervous, her bright eyes filled with unease and pleading. Seeing Bai Yu open the door, she breathed a sigh of relief, then said awkwardly in a low voice, "Bai Yu... I'm sorry, did I disturb your rest?"

"No," Bai Yu shook her head, stepping aside to let her in. "What happened?"

Lu Yueqi entered the room and sat on the sofa at Bai Yu's gesture. She placed the things she was carrying on the coffee table, her hands nervously twisting together, as if she was organizing her thoughts.

“Um… I didn’t mean to bother you. I know you just finished a very dangerous mission and should rest well…” She paused, took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, “but something very strange happened. I didn’t know who to talk to, and then… I thought of you.”

Bai Yu poured her a glass of warm water and listened quietly.

“Lately… I’ve been having a lot of dreams,” Lu Yueqi said softly, holding her water glass. “They’re not nightmares about being chased by ghosts, just fragmented, chaotic pieces of dreams. There are always strange symbols and incomprehensible voices in the dreams, and I always wake up with a terrible headache. I initially thought it was just because of the stress from what happened before, but the day before yesterday I went home to move some important things over, and while I was sorting through my grandfather’s belongings… I found this.”

She reached out her slightly trembling hand and unwrapped the cloth-wrapped object on the coffee table.

Inside was a very old diary.

The diary had a hard leather cover, the edges of which were quite worn. There was no writing on it, only a strange circular symbol branded with a hot iron. The symbol was made up of many irregular lines, and it looked like both a closed eye and a twisted vortex.

Upon seeing that symbol, Lu Yueqi's face paled even further.

"It's this... the symbol that keeps appearing in my dreams... exactly the same as this."

Bai Yu's expression turned serious.

He reached out and took the diary, which smelled musty. It felt heavy, unlike ordinary paper. He could sense that the diary itself contained some unusual "information".

Bai Yu gently turned to the first page of the diary.

The handwriting inside is a classic vertical format, written with a fountain pen, the characters elegant and powerful. But the content is chilling.

"September 3rd, rain. Another failure. The depiction of the 'door' is still incomplete, attracting only some insignificant 'wandering spirits.' They are hungry, yet cowardly, not even daring to approach the offerings. Useless."

"October 1st, sunny. Today I had the pleasure of seeing the 'honored guest,' though it was only a fleeting glimpse. Its magnificent form and majestic voice far surpassed those of the commoners. I know that the path I seek is correct. I must be even more devout and draw an even more perfect 'gate' to welcome the 'honored guest'."

Bai Yu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. The owner of this diary seemed to be performing some kind of dangerous summoning ritual. The so-called "door" was likely a passage connecting reality to some unknown dimension.

His fingertips lightly traced a complex symbol, also branded, on the page. Just then, a cold breath suddenly appeared behind his ear.

"What a laughable and clumsy imitation."

Bai Yu was stunned for a moment.

A figure dressed in an elegant black suit appeared silently behind him.

It is indeed a dark statement.

He leaned down slightly, a connoisseur's smile playing on his pale, handsome face, his gaze falling with interest on the diary in Bai Yu's hands. "Ah!"

Lu Yueqi let out a short gasp, and sprang up from the sofa like a startled rabbit, taking several steps back until her back hit the wall. Only then did she stare in horror at the elegant "ghostly figure" with a hollow heart.

She had seen him before. That night, after Bai Yu saved her, this terrifying and powerful being had briefly appeared.

"Don't be afraid." Bai Yu's voice rang out just in time, calm yet carrying a soothing power. He didn't turn around, seemingly used to Hei Yan's presence.

Lu Yueqi bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself to calm down. She knew this "ghostly figure" was part of Bai Yu; although he was terrifying, he didn't seem to be able to harm her.

Hei Yan completely ignored Lu Yueqi's presence, as if she were merely a boring decoration. His attention was entirely focused on the diary.

"An ignorant mortal dares to attempt to depict the runes of the 'Gate of Rift' with such crude strokes." He stretched out his slender finger and tapped the symbols on the diary in the air, his tone full of contempt. "He has no idea what he is doing. He thinks he is welcoming a god, but in reality he has only opened a crack in his own wall that can never be closed, inviting those hungry 'visitors' who are lost in the dimensional rifts to a feast."

"A visitor?" Bai Yu asked softly.

“Something purer but also more chaotic than a nightmare.” Hei Yan chuckled. “They have no fixed form or clear rules, only following the instinct to ‘devour.’ The owner of this diary is like someone who lit a candle in a pitch-black sea, attracting more than just moths.”

Bai Yu's face darkened completely.

He closed his diary and looked at Lu Yueqi, who was still in shock.

"How did your grandfather... pass away?"

Lu Yueqi's body trembled slightly, and she answered softly, "It's...it's missing. Many years ago, my grandfather suddenly disappeared. My family searched for a long time but couldn't find him, and in the end, we could only treat him as a missing person. This diary was found in a very hidden compartment in his study."

Missing.

In the Bureau of Investigation's files, this word is often equated with the worst possible outcome.

Bai Yu understood. Lu Yueqi's maternal grandfather was very likely devoured by the "visitor" he had summoned. And this diary was like a lighthouse continuously emitting signals, not only a relic of the past but also a threat that continues to this day. The reason Lu Yueqi started having those strange dreams was likely because her "dream enterr" trait resonated with this diary, allowing her to also "see" what was behind the crack.

"Can I keep this diary for now?" Bai Yu asked her earnestly. "It's dangerous. Keeping it with you might cause more trouble."

"Of course!" Lu Yueqi nodded without hesitation, eager to get rid of this hot potato. Her purpose in coming today was to ask Bai Yu for help in resolving this big problem.

"Thank you, Bai Yu." Lu Yueqi's face showed heartfelt gratitude, and the fear in her eyes dissipated considerably. With Bai Yu by her side, she felt incredibly safe.

After seeing Lu Yueqi off, Bai Yu closed the door and returned to the living room alone.

Hei Yan's figure had become much more solid. He sat elegantly on the sofa, holding the diary in his hand, slowly turning the pages one by one as if he were appreciating a rare treasure.

“Interesting, very interesting.” He let out a satisfied sigh, his eyes gleaming with a morbid and fanatical light as he looked at Bai Yu. “Although this mortal is foolish, his obsession is surprisingly pure. The forms of these ‘visitors’ that he recorded, although only a glimpse, have provided us with an excellent catalog of our collection.”

His gaze lingered on a page that contained no text, only a bizarrely drawn image—a tower made of countless twisted arms and eyes.

“Look, what a beautiful chaos, what a desperate structure.” Hei Yan’s voice was full of pleasure. “A long-forgotten work of art is waiting for us to unveil it.”

Bai Yu didn't speak, but just quietly looked at the diary and the eerie tower in the diary that made people's sanity drop wildly.

His short vacation has ended prematurely.

(End of this chapter)