Chapter 18: The Most Suitable Candidate

[Host, the mission target should be among these three people!]

[As long as we identify our target and correct their twisted mentality, we can stop the spread of strangeness, save this little world, and we'll be successful!]

028's tone became a little excited.

[028, Don’t you think the term “correction” is a bit too general?]

Compared with 028, Wen Yin's tone seemed light.

[Without standards and data, how can we truly define a successful correction?]

028 The passion that had just risen was extinguished in an instant.

[This...the Lord God did not tell me.]

[Although the Weird Creature Correction Team has existed for a long time, its mission success rate has always been zero.]

[There is no experience to refer to...]

[028, Think about it again...]

The girl's voice suddenly became soft and slow.

[When your Lord God sent you to serve as my personal system, did he say anything else?]

[Um? ? ]

If 028 had a physical body, its expression would definitely be confused and bewildered, but it still fell into memories following Wen Yin's words.

[The Lord God only said that he had found the most suitable candidate for our group... I just need to cooperate with the host.]

[Other than that, nothing else was said…]

The little figure in the mirror showed a thoughtful expression. Wen Yin touched the wound at the corner of her mouth, where a shallow scab had formed.

[The most suitable candidate...]

The girl in the mirror nodded slightly.

[Then cooperate with me, 028. From now on, your mission is to keep an eye on the downstairs.]

[As soon as that gambler and his mother show up, you must notify me immediately.]

[? ? ?Host? ]

028 I still haven’t figured out some of the key points.

The girl's soft voice continued to ring out.

[Haven't you noticed? Ah Wu's "strange power" has begun to grow.]

[A few days ago, I couldn't change my form freely... Today, I can easily switch between human form and shadow.]

[In the past few days, there has only been one major incident in the building.]

[It’s the death of Xiaotuan’s mother!]

028 suddenly answered.

[And Xiaotuan is obviously the key to the formation of this strange world!]

[But...] 028 began to feel distressed again. [Xiaotuan's current state is indeed that of a human again...]

[I really can't figure out how he's connected to those "ghosts"...]

[And the countless skeletons buried in the mud...]

[Okay, if you can't figure it out, forget about it. Go downstairs and keep an eye on it.]

Wen Yin left the window, walked to the bed and started changing clothes.

[What about you, host? Are you okay being alone?]

028 was a little worried. After all, these "ghosts" seemed to be ready to take action against Wen Yin.

The slender white back flashed past 028's sight. The host put on a high-necked bra, which covered most of the red marks on the neck, leaving only the marks on the side of the ear.

She let her soft hair down, letting it hang on her shoulders and ears, and the blush was finally completely covered.

[I still have to go...meet them.]

[After all, I am the "most suitable" candidate in the eyes of your Lord God...]

-

Wen Yin originally wanted to ask how Xiaotuan was doing. She was knocking on Shen Sinian's door when the middle-aged man, whom she had met once yesterday and whom she called uncle, happened to be passing by in the corridor.

Seeing that it was Wen Yin, he first looked her up and down, then spoke to her with a smile.

“Sister, go find Dr. Shen. I think he went out early.”

"oh."

Wen Yin responded softly.

Seeing that Wen Yin no longer had the same smile on her face as yesterday, the man thought that Wen Yin was interested in the young and handsome Dr. Shen, so he changed the subject.

"I saw him still holding Song Wan's child. Do you know Song Wan? The woman downstairs who did that kind of thing and died recently..."

"That child bears a striking resemblance to Doctor Shen... maybe he's her offspring!"

The middle-aged man had an expression that showed he was concerned for Wen Yin: "Sister, you better open your eyes and don't be fooled by his appearance. If you are looking for a man, you should look for someone like me who is down-to-earth and honest..."

Wen Yin raised her eyes and glanced at him, her gaze falling on the woman coming out of the bathroom behind him.

She suddenly smiled at him with her eyes curved: "Your wife is here."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the stairs, ignoring the waves of angry curses and pleas for mercy coming from behind him.

028 was still watching the situation downstairs, but no news came.

Wen Yin stood at the stairs and thought for a while, then stepped onto the steps leading to the sixth floor.

-

She had only been to the sixth floor once, and that was the first night she entered this little world, when she went to the wrong floor.

At that time, she didn't pay much attention to the furnishings in the corridor. When she looked at it again, she found that the corridor was empty and there was obviously no sign of other residents.

The entire sixth floor belongs to the landlord's territory.

Wen Yin walked along the corridor and soon stopped in front of the open door in the innermost room.

With the same orientation as Wen Yin's room, the morning light poured unreservedly through the window, covering most of the carpet. A breeze came in from the window, blowing the dark curtains.

Wen Yin stood at the door and called out softly, "Landlord."

No response was heard.

She hesitated for only a second in front of the door, then bent down, took off her shoes, and stepped into the room.

The room was simply decorated, and the furnishings and layout were much better than Wen Yin's shabby room.

Just take the carpet under her feet as an example. She had never seen it in any tenant's room in the building.

You also have to be a landlord and have money.

After entering the room, Wen Yin discovered that this was not a single room, but the left and right sides were connected, and it was divided into several separate rooms.

It’s very lifelike and not at all… spooky.

Wen Yin didn't see the landlord in the house. She looked around and pushed open the door on the right.

It's a study.

As the door opened, the unique mixed smell of paper and ink hit her in the face, and Wen Yin's vision was immediately occupied by the bookshelf facing the door.

Countless books are neatly arranged on the bookshelf, and there is an open newspaper on the desk by the window.

Wen Yin walked a little closer.

The newspaper paper was yellowed and the ink was dark. The densely packed black characters looked like tiny wriggling black bugs under the sunlight.

Wen Yin blinked, and the little bug turned into font again.

She looked away and was about to turn around, but suddenly turned her head back and her eyes fell on the newspaper again.

There was a piece of news printed in the lower left corner of the newspaper.

The title is [No clue in the female corpse case, the whereabouts of the deceased's only son are unknown, and it is suspected that the youngest son is implicated in a romantic debt! ]

Looking further down, there are various speculations about the woman's identity.

Rumors were printed openly in fonts.

Wen Yin looked up and saw the publication date clearly marked in the upper right corner of the newspaper.

November 7, 1985.

Wen Yin frowned, and suddenly recalled the calendar in her room. If she remembered correctly, today should be...

November 6th.

This is tomorrow's newspaper.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in from the window, blowing the pages of the newspaper spread out on the table into a flutter, making a rustling sound.

The paper fluttered, rolled up and fell to the ground beside.

Wen Yin's gaze followed the newspapers down and naturally fell on the old newspapers piled up half a person's height against the bookcase.

The same yellowed paper, the further down you go, the older its color becomes, as if it has been piled up in this corner for decades.

The bottom part has even been eroded by time and turned into fragile powder that crumbles at the touch.

Wen Yin picked up the top one, which was dated November 7th, and the lower left corner also had the news that Wen Yin had just checked printed on it.

But this newspaper was obviously much older than the one on the desk.

Turning down again, it is still the same content with the same date.

The only difference is the age of the paper.

Wen Yin's heart trembled inexplicably, and her eyes swept across the line "The whereabouts of the deceased's only son are unknown."

This is……

The fate of Xiaotuan that was not rescued by her was revealed to the outside world.

And Xiaotuan's true ending will be hidden in the cold and sticky soil, just like every corpse in the backyard.

Until his body gradually decayed and turned into a white skeleton.

Another breeze blew, gently blowing up Wen Yin's black hair that fell on both sides.

Cold, slender knuckles reached out from behind her and covered her slightly trembling fingertips that were holding the newspaper.

At the same time, a cold voice sounded in her ears.

"Wen Yin, what are you looking at?"

The intimate hugging posture makes them look like the most loving lovers.

It’s the landlord.

The newspaper in her hand was still trembling in the wind. Wen Yin suppressed the momentary uneasiness in her heart, turned around, and spoke in a natural tone as if the two of them were really a couple who had been in love for many years.

"Mr. Landlord."

Wen Yin looked up at him, not minding at all that he had blocked her escape route.

"May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

"It still feels strange to always call you Mr. Landlord."

For half a minute after the words fell, the men who vaguely surrounded Wen Yin did not speak a word, but just looked at her straight with their ink-black pupils.

After a long while, he finally let out a chuckle.

The landlord put his arm around the girl's thin shoulders and turned her body back.

"Wen Yin, didn't you see it just now?"

The slightly cool palm lifted up Wen Yin's hand that was holding the newspaper but hanging down, and slowly spread the newspaper flat on the desk in the morning light.

The landlord leaned down slightly, resting his chin against Wen Yin's face. His cold, white fingertips touched the densely packed black text on the newspaper. The cold, deep voice of a mature man, through their touching skin, reached Wen Yin's eardrums.

"My name is written here."

Wen Yin lowered her eyes to look at where the man's fingertips rested, and there were two names that she had just repeated countless times in her heart.

Song Yu.

The original text with the two words Song Yu is.

[The only son of the deceased in the female corpse case... Song Yu.]