Chapter 066 Chapter 66
After making an excuse to leave, Yuheng began to wander aimlessly. Now he couldn't tell whether he was investigating or just wanted to relax.
The amount of information Taowu provided was truly immense. Though it was only a few words, it was enough for him to connect the dots, details he had previously overlooked due to insufficient information. Sometimes, understanding a matter only requires a single clue.
Although he was in a state of confusion, he still looked as if he didn't care about anything.
"Luckily, the system isn't here right now." Yuheng lowered his eyes, fiddling with the folding fan. He knew the system would never harm him, but it always obscured crucial information, as if it didn't want him to know something.
If it were some innocuous little thing, Mo Xuanji would have chosen to pretend to be fooled and not delve into it. But this time, the matter was of great importance, and there were some things he had to get to the bottom of.
It was the end of October, and the temperature was getting slightly cooler. The last flock of migratory birds circled in the sky and then flew south without hesitation.
He sat by the lake and watched quietly for a while, not paying attention to the frequent glances from others.
Yu Heng first appeared in a barren mountain, the same place where he and Zhu Chang'an first met. Before this, Mo Xuanji had assumed the system had placed the user there, and hadn't given it much thought.
But what if the vest had been there all along? What if...
Yuheng shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
The barren mountain was actually quite easy to find. Liuhe had hinted at its approximate location in the comics. Based on the clues Liuhe had provided and his memories of that night, Yuheng quickly located the target location.
Satellite maps show that the mountain is called Qishan.
Qishan. Yuheng smiled softly and repeated it silently in his heart.
He had heard of this place name before being admitted to Penglai Academy. At that time, the Qishan Strange Statue was listed as one of the world's top ten unsolved mysteries and was very popular among students.
It is said that Qishan Mountain is shrouded in fog all year round. I don’t know if there is some strange magnetic field. Once people go in, they will inexplicably lose their way. When they come to their senses, they will find that they have unknowingly returned to the foot of the mountain. Both compasses and satellite positioning will be useless in the fog.
Since the mountain is privately owned and not usually open to the public, the specific situation cannot be verified. The public only regards it as a curious story and believes that it is a means for the owner of the mountain to increase his fame.
Before he knew it, Yuheng had reached the top of the mountain. True to the rumors, the mountain was shrouded in thick white fog, but he hadn't lost his way. Following his intuition, he soon came upon a familiar place.
Two months have passed, and not much has changed here. You can still vaguely see the marks left by some unlucky guy when he landed on his face.
Yuheng looked at the shallow facial marks and couldn't help laughing.
Although it's tragic... I'm sorry, Chang'an. Mo Xuanji's consciousness was beating the wooden fish frantically in his mind.
The system currently in hibernation: Huaimin is still asleep.jpg
Whose alarm clock rang?
There wasn't much information to be found here. Yu Heng explored the entire area but ultimately found nothing, feeling somewhat disappointed. A gentle breeze blew, and he subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to touch something. Perhaps it was an illusion, but the wind seemed to swirl around his fingertips.
Yuheng thought, since he didn't know where to go, he might as well follow the wind. He would go wherever the wind blew. So he followed the wind all the way up the mountain.
There is no trace of any industrial civilization along the way, and the ecological environment is well preserved.
The higher we climbed, the lighter the mist became, until it vanished completely. Just where the mist vanished was a grove of sycamore trees. Although it was only the end of October, the leaves were already turning yellow, gleaming a faint golden hue in the sunlight.
For no reason, he suddenly thought of someone's eyes.
Deep in the woods lay a stone table. Yuheng walked over and gently brushed away the fallen leaves. It had been a long time since anyone had been here, yet traces of past life remained everywhere. It was just that time had passed, and some of the traces were difficult to discern.
There was no place to sit here, so Yuheng thought about it and decided to fly up and land on a branch.
Wasn’t it agreed that the phoenix would roost in the wutong tree? Why did he only feel a discomfort in his butt... No, he couldn’t think of something so detrimental to his character.
Perhaps finally tired, Yuheng yawned softly, leaning against the tree trunk and closing his eyes. The touch of vermilion stood out against the tree. Beneath him lay golden leaves, stretching for dozens of miles like an ocean, their rustling echoes echoing in the wind.
In a trance, Yuheng seemed to hear the sound of falling leaves being trampled. He opened his eyes and saw a person holding a red oil-paper umbrella slowly approaching from a distance. From Yuheng's perspective, he could only see the umbrella top and some black fabric.
The man walked to the stone table and paused, his umbrella twirling slightly. Even though there was an umbrella between them, Yu Heng knew that the man was looking at him.
Yuheng leaned against a branch and cast a lazy glance at him.
Even from a distance, Yu Heng could sense the oppressive, frantic aura emanating from him, as if he would destroy this place in the next second. Compared to their first encounter, his aura now was surprisingly calm.
For some reason, Yuheng didn't want to have a big fight with him here.
"You're back." The processed voice made it impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. The red umbrella blocked Yuheng's inquiring sight, and he couldn't see what the person below looked like.
"Hmm." Yu Heng looked at him and spoke lazily. He realized that the other party had no intention of taking action, so he chuckled and said, "Long time no see, my friend."
When he said the last two words, he deliberately stretched out his voice, and the short two words became extremely ambiguous in his mouth.
The other party did not move and accepted the name.
Yuheng thought to himself, as expected. But this was also within his expectations. Although he didn't know how Yuheng and this person had fallen out in the first place, judging by the current atmosphere, it didn't seem to be too awkward.
Mysteries followed one after another. Perhaps because there were too many lice, he was not afraid of being bitten. He even thought about how many friends Yuheng had.
"I didn't expect you to come back today." the man said suddenly.
"Why, do you think I came back too early?"
The red umbrella swung gently, but the man didn't answer the question. "Next time we meet, we'll be enemies."
After saying that, he placed a pot of wine on the stone table and left with an umbrella.
Yuheng looked at the pot of wine, and an incredible thought came to his mind. This unknown friend of his might be the unknown mountain owner, who seemed to come here often to drink. He just happened to run into him today.
As for the deeper message...
Yuheng smiled softly and whispered, "Yes, next time we meet, we'll be enemies."
It's time to go back.
As he thought about it, he gently landed on the ground, picked up the pot of wine and left.
The two chose completely opposite paths.
…
Late at night, Mo Xuanji finally realized what he had done and jumped out of the quilt.
He hugged his quilt and began to doubt his life.
"What have I done... Is this something I could do?"
He never knew that he was so brave. Without the system's pressure, he just let himself go under the Yuheng alias!
Thinking back on his day, he'd played chess with an old man suspected of being the head of the Supernatural Bureau in the morning, chatting about this and that, trying to tease each other and set traps. He was quite brave. In the afternoon, he'd gone to the unknown Qishan Mountain alone and confronted the black-robed man. Not only had he challenged him, he'd even taken his wine back. Thinking about it now, it still terrified him.
Just because my former friend is emotionally stable doesn't mean he won't beat someone up. How on earth did he manage to remain calm and even appear fearless at that time?
Mo Xuanji banged his head against the wall in his sea of consciousness.
Fortunately, no one suspected him, and he even fooled that little friend.
Tong, please come back soon. I will never despise you again. If you don’t come back, I’m really afraid that I will get into trouble one day.
At this time, the system was sleeping soundly and could not hear Mo Xuanji's heartfelt words at all.
His phone vibrated, the notification of a comic book update barely dispelling his grief. Mo Xuanji opened it and checked. As expected, it was a report on their mission.
Without the system, it would be pointless for him to complain alone, Mo Xuanji thought silently.
【Here comes my brother! 】
"It was a stormy night..." Someone lowered his voice in the darkness.
Dark night, heavy rain, lightning and thunder. Combined with a chilling ghost story, Liuhe has created a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere in just a few frames.
In the comic, Zhu Changan silently wrapped himself tightly in his blanket and shivered in the back seat of the car.
Sometimes having too much imagination isn't good, especially when you're in such an immersive situation. Zhu Chang'an sniffed, uncontrollably imagining that there was some invisible ghost behind him, reaching out from the darkness with its bloody claws.
The next second, a hand suddenly and gently rested on his shoulder. At the same moment, a flash of lightning happened to pass by, and a pale face, expressionless and without a trace of blood, appeared in the rearview mirror.
"Ahhhhhh!" A shrill scream came from inside the car, and the bubble frame almost popped out of the screen.
"Hahahaha." Shen Liuxue was laughing so hard in front of him that he fell backwards. Mo Xuanji quietly withdrew his hand, a smile flashing in his eyes.
[Hahahaha, today's recipe is for a wicked friend]
[Sister Chen tells a story. Xuanji's wife is scary, and Changan is responsible for being scared. Hahahaha, Changan is good, and the friends are bad! ]
【Master Clear Soup! 】
[Team up to scare the little golden retriever, hahahaha]
[Baby, just keep being stubborn. Now everyone knows that you are afraid of ghosts.]
After some fun, the three of them began discussing their mission. The car slowly rolled toward the dilapidated gate, its wheels tumbling through the ditch, sending up a spray of water. On the rusty sign read "XX Middle School," the first two characters deliberately blurred, making it difficult to discern.
[The old thief is really good at painting. This painting is really horrible. I have goosebumps all over the floor.]
[These people are really courting death. They'll do anything for traffic. Are they crazy about becoming famous? ]
Blogger: I feel like you're hitting on me. I remember that guy a while ago who went exploring an abandoned school? It was pretty exciting, but then their livestream got shut down.
I watched that livestream! They made it look so convincing, I would have believed it if I hadn't seen their apology video later.
[Who is that? Who is that?] Uninformed netizens were completely bewildered.
[Oh, that person, that person, do you understand? ]
[Ban the riddler! Does anyone know? My child is dying of curiosity!] This netizen posted several comments in a row, like a badger that can't eat the melon.
Unfortunately, no one cared about his curiosity about his impending death. Some unscrupulous netizens even started to play with memes and posted "that guy" literature below.
At this time, the three of them were discussing the issue of mission rating. They vaguely realized that the weirdness they faced this time was not ordinary. After Zhu Changan said, "People will not always be unlucky, and there will definitely be no accidents this time," a "flag warning" immediately floated over the barrage.
[Quick, cover the little chicken's mouth!] [Crazy Rabbit.jpg]
It’s too late. This sentence has already been said.
[My pity, poor little chicken. If it were someone else, maybe nothing would happen, but if it were you, you'd be unworthy of your role as the protagonist if nothing unexpected happened.]
[After all, this is Fukuzawa, the protagonist (sure)]
The car door swung open with a clatter, and a foot stepped out first, followed by a pair of legs clad in black sweatpants. Zhu Changan climbed out of the car, holding up his sunglasses. Under the shocked but tolerant gazes of his companions, he reached out and turned on the headlights on his sunglasses. For a moment, a dazzling white light illuminated the entire place.
Normal sunglasses come in handy at this time.
[Such a familiar storyboard... Changan has indeed learned a lot from his senior.]
[Hahahaha, in the end, my style of painting was led astray by my senior]
[Sister Chen: I can’t bear to watch]
[Xuan Ji clapped with a blank expression, so cute hahahaha]
[I don't know if you've ever seen a scam on a certain app where, after you place an order, several people wearing black clothes, sunglasses, and black umbrellas will show up at your funeral. They won't say a word, leaving others to guess what kind of hidden boss you were in your lifetime.]
[What's going on? I have a friend...]
[To be honest, I also...]
As expected, he was ignorant. The system might like this. Mo Xuanji, who was silently peeking at the screen, fell into deep thought.
In the comic, Zhu Changan rolled up his sleeves and pulled the door open in one go. Finally, he smiled harmlessly and dusted himself off: "Okay, we can go in."
[Help! What kind of powerful little golden retriever is this? It can pull open such a huge door directly.]
[Vandalism, fifty cents fine! But considering it's a violation, I'll let it go if I give EE a pat on the head.]
[The abacus beads from your upstairs fell on my face! ]
[The power distribution room, I always feel like something bad will suddenly pop up here... Speaking of which, is Lao Zei planning to switch to drawing horror comics? The background of this chapter looks eerie.]
[Has the old thief been stimulated by watching horror movies recently? ]
[Oh, it appeared, it's the mysterious clue! ]
[Notebook…notebook? Oh, it’s this notebook… Wow, I was shocked.]
[Where did you think of the above?]
What is this book (pure gaze)?
[This seems a bit deliberate. How could there be a well-preserved notebook in the power distribution room? There's a conspiracy, definitely a conspiracy. Just a heads up.]
[Ward+1, could it be something left behind by the previous group?]
[The above content seems to be very interesting, but it’s a pity that Lao Zei didn’t release it]
[Why are you all discussing the plot? Am I the only one who thinks the serious wife is really so bewitching?]
[Hahaha, there's also Chang'an whose eyes are gradually becoming dull]
You are not alone
[Sister Chen just thinks you guys are noisy]
Liuhe's painting style has always been exquisite and delicate, and sharp-eyed netizens immediately noticed the details in certain scenes.
[Why does this area look so much like the one in the livestream studio? The dormitory building looks similar, too.]
[Is Lao Zei possibly drawing inspiration from real life? But since it's so obvious, isn't he really worried about the anchor sending him a lawyer's letter?]
[The key is that I don’t know the old thief’s address, how can I send it to him?]
[That’s true]
Although netizens vaguely sensed something was wrong, no one made any outrageous guesses. At most, they thought that Liuhe had run out of inspiration and was looking for real-life materials.
[This time, there are also reliable seniors to provide off-field assistance.]
[Hahahaha, when did you get a wholesale playing card business? Give me two sets (spreading hands)]
[Hehehe, my wife’s profile picture is so cute, I want to eat it in one bite]
[I didn't even notice! Screenshot, screenshot, screenshot quickly]
[It turns out my wife likes cute things, hehehehe]
The comments of these unethical netizens are more perverted than each other.
Mo Xuanji: ...
Damn it, Liuhe actually gave his avatar a close-up.
The plot progressed rapidly. After gathering all the scattered ghosts, the three of them lined up and entered the dormitory building.
In the scene, Zhu Changan, still feeling nervous and uneasy, suddenly pushed open the door of a dormitory. Fortunately, there was nothing inside, only the empty bed silently telling something.
Zhu Changan breathed a sigh of relief. He thought, haha, even if there's no such thing as a door-opening kill, there's still a difference between reality and movies. So, he pushed open the next door without any precautions.
A dark figure appeared in sight. Someone, unknowingly, reflexively howled, a deafening roar. Zhu Changan and the other person's soul were both screaming and shouting. Liuhe, rather unkindly, gave them both a close-up.
The comments section was already bursting with laughter, but Mo Xuanji quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, the old thief had mercy on him and didn't draw him, otherwise his image would have been ruined.
When that cry came out, Mo Xuanji was also startled and couldn't hold back his expression. Fortunately, the attention of the friends was attracted by the cameraman at that time, and no one noticed him.
[Hahahaha help, these two funny guys]
[I understand. Camera-resistant ones are the safest. So, can I carry a camera and walk sideways among the zombies?]
[Hahaha, have you guys learned to fool people without any instruction? You're actually using your student ID to pretend it's your work ID.]
[Wow, is the Pen Fairy really that scary? I remember trying it when it was popular, and it was scary.]
[Case solved. The laptop wasn't left there by the anchor's team. It must have been a strange fishing expedition.]
The three of them looked at each other, turned their backs and hummed to each other. The comment section was so cute that within a few minutes, netizens created Q-version emoticons.
Since the three-person team in the picture was gathered together to discuss something, it was very appropriate, so the emoticon package began to circulate widely among major discussion groups.
Mo Xuanji was silent for two seconds, then decisively downloaded the emoticon package.
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