Meng Qingyin, Zhang Yan and Zhao Lan fell silent at the same time.

Lin Qian noticed the tense atmosphere. "Is there nothing for me to do now? My feast is finished. Can I leave now?"

Although she wanted to stay and see the guests' expressions after enjoying the meal she had carefully prepared, but...

These people are weird, so let’s just forget about them.

Meng Qingyin: "Wait a minute, I haven't paid you yet."

Lin Qian: “I almost forgot about this.”

Meng Qingyin thought for a moment and said, "I don't have any cash. Let's add each other as friends and I'll transfer the gold coins to you later."

Lin Qian: “Okay.”

The two added each other as friends, and Lin Qian left.

Zhang Yan was studying the crystal ball. He suspected that the crystal ball was broken, which was why Lin Qian couldn't see.

Zhao Lan expressed her guess: "She looks exactly like the curly-haired girl I saw in the prophecy. If she's not a twin..."

Zhang Yan, who was standing by, suddenly understood. "Yes, yes, yes, are they twins?"

Meng Qingyin: "When I was chatting with her, I mentioned that she is an only child and does not have twin sisters."

Zhao Lan nodded: "Then there is only one possibility, she was lying just now."

Meng Qingyin recalled Lin Qian’s performance just now.

From beginning to end, Lin Qian's expression, not even her eyes, did not change at all.

"Her behavior just now didn't seem like she saw the prophetic scene." Meng Qingyin said.

Zhao Lan: "What if she's good at disguise?"

Meng Qingyin was stunned. "That's indeed possible, but...why would she pretend?"

Zhao Lan shrugged. "I don't know about that. It's just my guess after all. Or maybe, as you said, she really didn't see anything."

Meng Qingyin felt that their search process had reached a deadlock, and for a moment they couldn't figure out whether Lin Qian was the person they were looking for.

Zhang Yan suggested, "Perhaps we can try to get some information from Li Er. She's coming to visit us tonight, isn't she?"

Meng Qingyin: "What do you want to do?"

Zhang Yan curled his lips and smiled smugly: "Of course it's a beauty trap."

Meng Qingyin and Zhao Lan looked at each other and saw four words in each other's eyes: This guy is crazy.

The two of them were silent. Zhang Yan was very dissatisfied. "Why, you two think I'm not qualified to use the beauty trap? Let me tell you, although my looks may not be perfect, they are still around 80%! What's more, my figure is the ultimate killer!"

Meng Qingyin looked at Zhao Lan: "What do you think about getting Li Er drunk?"

Zhao Lan nodded. "I think it's not bad. People are least guarded when they are drunk. Perhaps this is the best time to extract information from Li Er."

The two of them started discussing as if no one else was around, completely ignoring Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan: "..." These two people are so hateful,

Meng Qingyin: "Well, I'll go tell Xiaojiu and Daye later that their mission tonight is to get Li Er drunk and extract information."

Zhao Lan patted her shoulder: "Call me anytime if you need anything."

She glanced at Zhang Yan inconspicuously, sighed slightly, and then left.

Zhang Yan slammed the table. What did her sigh mean?

Is there anyone who speaks up for him?

Meng Qingyin didn't want to bother with this narcissist and left without hesitation.

Zhang Yan was alone in the empty room, feeling extremely miserable.

Okay, okay, you all don’t think highly of me, right?

Today I want to show you my charm that has nowhere to go!

…

Lin Qian returned to the car, her legs feeling a little weak.

Ever since she entered this game, she has been having the same dream every night.

The protagonist of the dream was not her, but a handsome guy with perfect looks and figure.

The handsome guy does nothing every day and has no interest in anything.

One day, a black dog gave him a suggestion: "Sir, the road game will soon come to Blue Planet. You can go and experience a different life, and maybe it won't be boring anymore."

The handsome guy became interested in this: "How can I experience a different life?"

Black Dog said, "You can participate in the game with different identities. This is a game you and other adults created together. I guess you want to experience it yourself, too?"

The handsome guy lowered his eyes in thought.

After a moment, he smiled slowly: "That sounds like a very good suggestion."

The first half of the dream ended abruptly here and had nothing to do with her.

If there is any connection, it is that she often feels life is boring, which coincides with the handsome guy.

As for the second half of the dream, it was full of weird colors.

The handsome guy began to concentrate on his creation.

As for the content of his creation, Lin Qian couldn't see it clearly.

But occasionally, from the handsome guy stopping to write and muttering a few words, it can be inferred that he seems to be writing a novel.

His progress is at the stage of biography.

"...Every time he uses his ability, he can obtain some precious items..."

Lin Qian listened attentively and heard this.

Later, the novel seemed to be completed, because the handsome guy never created any more works afterwards.

The handsome boy seemed to change his interest and started playing in the mud.

It’s not accurate to call it mud, because those things just look like mud. As for what they are specifically, super light clay or something else, she can’t tell.

Let’s just treat it as “mud” for now.

The handsome guy started making little figures out of mud, and he enjoyed it very much.

But the figurines he made were always ugly, without even any facial features.

Lin Qian didn't think there was anything fun in making clay figures; she found it very boring.

But she couldn't wake up from this dream, so she had no choice but to keep watching.

The handsome guy was concentrating on making clay figurines. Lin Qian roughly counted them and found that he had made about a hundred clay figurines.

Those little mud figures were all uglier than the other, and she didn't understand why the handsome guy was still interested in them.

Until, when the table was filled with mud figures, the handsome guy finally stopped.

He began to select carefully and picked out five from a pile of ugly mud men.

Lin Qian didn’t think there was anything special about the five mud figures, but the handsome guy seemed very satisfied with them.

He took out the novel creation notebook again and quickly tore off five pages from it.

He stuck five pieces of paper on the little man. The words on the paper were too small and Lin Qian couldn't see them clearly.

However, the next moment, Lin Qian saw a scene that could be described as a nightmare.

The handsome guy's hand penetrated his chest and took out the still beating heart.

Lin Qian's pupils trembled when she saw this scene.

The handsome guy who lost his heart was not dead. He put the heart on the first clay man, and the heart instantly became one with the clay man.

The handsome guy had a smile on his lips and murmured, "...Ah, you will inherit my immortality."

He seemed to call a name, but the voice was too low and Lin Qian didn't hear it clearly.

The picture stopped abruptly again.

Lin Qian woke up from her dream, sweating profusely.

She didn't understand why she had such a dream, a dream that had nothing to do with her at all.