In the rainy city, on the deserted old street, Chen Ge and Zhang Ya stood together holding umbrellas.

"Those dreams were so real, it was as if the world in the dream was reality."

Looking into Zhang Ya's eyes, Chen Ge opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't say what he wanted to say. He hesitated for a long time and looked away: "I can't tell which side is the reality, but it doesn't matter. No matter where we are, I will stand with you, inseparable."

Raindrops fell into the puddles on the roadside, and the reflected neon lights created ripples.

Zhang Ya leaned gently against Chen Ge. She had never told anyone about the pain she had endured during this period. Now that she had finally spoken it out, her inner anxiety and fear slowly disappeared.

Neither of them wanted to break this short-lived beauty, so they walked forward in the rain and walked a long way.

The rain was getting heavier, so Chen Ge took a taxi to send Zhang Ya back home.

When Zhang Ya got off the car, she told Chen Ge another thing.

Some time ago, a young man named Zhang Wenyu visited the haunted house. The tourist looked no different from other tourists. Zhang Ya only found out his name was Zhang Wenyu after reading the disclaimer.

After Zhang Ya returned home, Chen Ge took a taxi back to the park's haunted house. He opened the cabinet where the waiver agreements were kept, checked them one by one, and finally found twelve agreements with Zhang Wenyu's name on them.

"Looking at the dates, Zhang Wenyu appears more and more frequently. He used to appear once a week, but since I arrived at the haunted house, this name appears on the agreement almost every day." Chen Ge is in charge of pretending to be a ghost on the third floor of the haunted house. Zhang Ya is mainly responsible for receiving tourists outside. Because they are very busy, no one has paid attention to the waiver agreement.

"Zhang Wenyu came to see me. Maybe he has met me before." Chen Ge sat at the wooden table with the disclaimer in his hand. "Why are there so many people named Zhang Wenyu? Zuo Han has seen the medical records in the night doctor's duty room. Why do tens of thousands of patients named Zhang Wenyu appear on the same day?"

Pressing his temple, Chen Ge had no memories related to Zhang Wenyu in his mind. His locked memory fragments had been transferred to the glass jar, and there were only some sporadic unlocked memories in his head.

After putting away all the waiver agreements with Zhang Wenyu's name on them, Chen Ge walked towards the employee lounge. When he passed the bathroom in the haunted house, he subconsciously looked inside and found that the door of the toilet cubicle was closed by someone.

Chen Ge casually opened the cubicle door and entered the lounge. He held the white cat in his arms and watched the rain outside the window getting heavier and heavier.

"I know a lot about the past, but none of it is good."

Chen Ge raised his hand, as if reaching towards the night sky.

"Now I have the beauty I once dreamed of, but time will not stop at this moment."

Picking up the white cat, Chen Ge looked at its heterochromatic eyes and asked, "If you were me, what would you choose?"

Chen Ge was asking the white cat, but also himself.

The rainstorm stopped in the second half of the night. Chen Ge tossed and turned, and finally fell asleep.

…

He opened his eyes, the sunlight shone on his face through the window, Chen Ge rubbed his head and got up from the bed: "A new day has begun."

He put on his clothes and took the white cat into the bathroom to wash up. When he looked up at the mirror, he found that the toilet cubicle door behind him had been closed again.

"I remember I opened it before I went to bed last night. Why is it closed again now? Was it the wind that blew it away?"

Chen Ge opened the cubicle door again and took a few glances inside. It was just an ordinary toilet cubicle, nothing unusual.

“It always feels weird.”

After a quick cleaning, Chen Ge opened the haunted house fence and started today's business.

The first person to come to work was Zhang Ya. After the two of them went shopping together last night, their relationship became much closer.

Zhang Ya's parents seemed to want to create as much alone time as possible for the two of them, and it was a long time before they arrived at the haunted house.

Xinhai Park opened at nine in the morning, and tourists flocked in and lined up in front of the haunted house.

Chen Ge, dressed as a murderer, opened the curtain of a window on the second floor and watched everything in secret.

No accidents happened in the haunted house throughout the morning.

At lunchtime, Chen Ge, wearing a killer suit, began to read the disclaimer agreement from the morning.

After the tourists sign the waiver agreement, the agreement will be stored in the cabinets inside the haunted house one by one, so the time when the tourists come to play can be roughly calculated from the placement of the agreement.

Chen Ge just flipped over two cards when he stopped. The three words "Zhang Wenyu" happened to be written on the waiver agreement in his hand!

“They shouldn’t have gone far!”

He took the agreement and found Zhang Ya. After recalling for a moment, Zhang Ya said that the person who signed the agreement was a middle-aged man. He was very elegant and had sharp eyes, making people dare not look him in the eye.

After knowing the man's general appearance, Chen Ge rushed out of the haunted house with the agreement. He didn't even change his clothes, and was covered in red paint, looking very scary: "Zhang Wenyu, where will he be?"

After walking through the tree-lined path, Chen Ge stopped at the fork in the road in the middle of the park. There were too many tourists around, and even if his eyesight was very good, it would be difficult to find that person in the crowd.

"He keeps coming to the haunted house, probably because he wants to see me, but why doesn't he leave some information?"

After stopping at the fork in the road for a long time, just when Chen Ge was about to give up, he noticed a man in the corner of the theme restaurant looking at him.

"Is it him?"

Chen Ge didn't hesitate. He walked directly into the restaurant with the waiver agreement and sat next to the man.

Looking closely at the man in front of him, Chen Ge felt a familiar feeling in his heart, and he felt that he had made the right choice.

"Long time no see." The middle-aged man took a sip of the coffee in the cup and leaned back in the chair.

"Long time no see? This should be the first time we meet." Chen Ge put the disclaimer agreement on the table: "Are you Zhang Wenyu?"

"I am part of Zhang Wenyu. You can call me..." Tapping his fingers on the table, the middle-aged man thought for a while before saying, "Writer."

"writer?"

"It seems like you really don't remember anything." The middle-aged man stood up directly. He seemed to have realized something was wrong and was ready to leave immediately.

"Don't leave so quickly, can we have a good chat?"

"When you have really made up your mind, come back to me." The writer said without hesitation, as if every second he stayed here would increase the danger.

"What determination?" Chen Ge grabbed the writer's wrist.

"When the truth is so cruel that you will regret it after knowing it, are you still willing to pursue the truth?" The writer pulled Chen Ge's hand away and put something in Chen Ge's palm: "If you are willing, then come here to find me alone."

After saying this, the writer hurriedly blended into the crowd and soon disappeared.

Chen Ge looked down at his palm, where there was a napkin with a place name written on it - Ping An Apartment.

After putting away the napkin and the disclaimer agreement, Chen Ge left Paradise Restaurant thoughtfully.

He walked around the park wearing the slasher suit from the haunted house. Many adults who brought their children to the park quickly covered their children's eyes when they saw Chen Ge, and many people took pictures of Chen Ge.

"Chen Ge!" Zhang Ya, dressed as a red ghost, ran after him: "Why are you here all of a sudden?"

"I just..." Chen Ge did not hide anything from Zhang Ya: "I met Zhang Wenyu."

"Let's talk about it after we get back. It's not good for tourists to see us like this." Zhang Ya dragged Chen Ge back to the haunted house. After a simple lunch, they started their afternoon work again.

After being busy until five or six o'clock, the haunted house closed. Chen Ge changed out of his killer suit and began to organize the props and mechanisms inside the scene.

He was walking on the floor when he heard footsteps.

Turning his head, Chen Ge found Zhang Ya coming up from downstairs.

"What's up?"

"I'm fine, but you've been absent-minded since you met Zhang Wenyu." Zhang Ya walked up to Chen Ge and said, "Is he your old friend? If you encounter any difficulties, you can discuss it with me."

"I don't remember him at all. Maybe we knew each other before, and he seems to know my past." Chen Ge had a headache and he pressed his temple.

"Then go find him and ask him clearly. No matter whether the past was good or bad, that was you in the past, with your memories and your true self." Zhang Ya has been encouraging Chen Ge.

"But what if my past was so bad that it even affects the present?" Chen Ge leaned against the corridor of the haunted house. The cold wall made him slowly calm down. "I know very well that what I have now is what I have always longed for. If I had never experienced this feeling, I might have easily chosen to give up, but now I am reluctant to do so. I don't even dare to take the risk and make a decision."

As Chen Ge was speaking, his cold hands suddenly felt a hint of warmth.

Looking down, Chen Ge found that Zhang Ya gently grasped his hand.

"Zhang Ya?"

"Didn't you say last night that I would stand by your side, inseparable, no matter where we are. So don't worry about whether to pursue the past or maintain the present. What you need to do is to find your true self." Zhang Ya took Chen Ge's hand and said, "Let's go. Don't think too much. Let's go have dinner. My mom bought a lot of food."

The haunted house business was getting better and better, and Zhang Ya's parents were very happy. They bought some wine and food, and ate with Chen Ge until very late before leaving.

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening. Chen Ge, who was alone in the prop room, suddenly heard the sound of a window opening.

He picked up the hammer from the toolbox, leaned against the wall, and hid his body in the shadow.

Chen Ge did not go directly to find the person who came in, but first went to the main control room and turned off all the lights in the haunted house.

He was very familiar with the terrain of the haunted house, and his eyesight was incredibly good, so he gained an absolute advantage in an instant.

Holding a tool hammer, Chen Ge held his breath, listened attentively, and followed the subtle footsteps to the door of the employee lounge.

Just outside the staff lounge, there stood a dark figure.

He approached quietly, walking without making any sound, and the dark shadow didn't even notice that there was another person a few meters behind him.

He turned the doorknob, seemingly worrying about how to open the door, when his neck was suddenly strangled by a huge force.

"What's your name? Why did you enter the haunted house in the middle of the night?" A cold and terrifying voice sounded in the ears of the figure, and cold sweat broke out on his face.

"Chen Ge?! I'm Zuo Han! Zuo Han! One of us!" the figure shouted loudly, and it was obvious that he was really scared.

"Zuo Han?" Hearing the familiar voice, Chen Ge let go of the figure and turned on the lights in the corridor.

Zuo Han, wearing a tattered brown coat, lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

"So it's my roommate! Why didn't you say hello to me when you came in?"

"Have you given me time to talk?" Zuo Han rubbed his neck. When he raised his head, Chen Ge's eyebrows frowned instantly.

There was a seven-centimeter-long wound on Zuo Han's left eye, and it seemed that his left eye had been removed.

"Your eyes?" Chen Ge put down his tool hammer and quickly helped Zuo Han up.

"The deal is done." Zuo Han said indifferently.

"You're trading your own eyes?" Chen Ge was also shocked by Zuo Han's ruthlessness: "With the doctor in the hospital?"

"No, I escaped from the hospital when you went to the treatment room for treatment." Zuo Han recalled what happened a month ago: "That day I received a notice from Doctor Gao, saying that I would go to the treatment room with you at night. At that time, I felt something was wrong, and another doctor gave me a hint. If I don't make a decision, I will suffer the consequences, so I decided to 'escape'."

Chen Ge also recalled what happened that night. When Dr. Gao treated him for the first time, there were seven people in the treatment room, five patients and two doctors.

At that time, Dr. Gao said that two patients had escaped, so he and Dr. Sun took over the treatment of the patients.

"Zuo Han, what was the last name of the doctor who gave you the hint? Do you remember?"

"I don't know who left me the clue, but according to my guess, the person who could give me the clue at that time must be a doctor in the hospital." Zuo Han has strong reasoning ability.

Chen Ge nodded. He thought that Zuo Han was able to escape successfully because the hospital did not take him seriously and did not know that he had already begun to doubt his memory. Secondly, there was a doctor who was secretly helping him. The doctor who secretly helped Zuo Han was probably Dr. Sun. After all, only by helping Zuo Han to leave would he have the opportunity to participate in Chen Ge's treatment.

"If you didn't make a deal with the doctor, then who else in this city would trade with their eyeballs?" Chen Ge led Zuo Han into the employee lounge and asked him to sit at the top.

"The eyeball is both a transaction and a price." Zuo Han unzipped his coat, revealing the unhealed wounds on his collarbone and chest: "This is the price of investigating the truth."

Looking at the horrifying wounds on Zuo Han's body, Chen Ge brought the medicine box from the haunted house and asked, "What have you been doing all this time?"

"I'm wanted by the whole city now, so I'll make it short." Zuo Han stood up and closed the curtains. He spoke only after making sure that no one was outside. "I don't know if the world we live in is real, but I can be sure of one thing. When you doubt this world, doom and terror will come."