Chapter 369 A Strange Dream
Meng Qingyin, Zhang Yan, and Zhao Lan all fell silent at the same time.
Lin Qian sensed the awkward atmosphere: "Is there nothing more for me to do now? My feast is finished, can I leave now?"
Although she longed to stay and see the expressions on the guests' faces as they enjoyed her meticulously prepared meal, but...
These people are weird, let's just forget about them.
Meng Qingyin: "Wait a minute, I haven't paid you yet."
Lin Qian: "I almost forgot about that."
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 then Lin Qian left.
Zhang Yan was examining the crystal ball, and he suspected that the crystal ball was broken, which was why Lin Qian couldn't see it.
Zhao Lan shared 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 nearby, suddenly realized, "Right, right, is she a twin?"
Meng Qingyin: "When I was chatting with her, I mentioned that she is an only child and does not have any twin sisters."
Zhao Lan nodded: "Then there's only one possibility: she was lying just now."
Meng Qingyin recalled Lin Qian's behavior just now.
From beginning to end, Lin Qian's expression and even her eyes did not change at all.
“Her behavior just now didn’t seem like she had seen the prophetic vision,” Meng Qingyin said.
Zhao Lan: "What if she's good at disguising herself?"
Meng Qingyin was taken aback. "That is indeed possible, but... why would she pretend?"
Zhao Lan shrugged. "I don't know, it's just my guess. Or maybe, like you said, she really didn't see anything."
Meng Qingyin felt that their search had reached a stalemate, and she 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 Lear. She'll be visiting tonight, won't she?"
Meng Qingyin: "What do you want to do?"
Zhang Yan curled his lips into a smug smile: "It's naturally a 'handsome man' scheme."
Meng Qingyin and Zhao Lan exchanged a glance, and both saw four words in each other's eyes: This guy has gone mad.
The two remained silent. Zhang Yan was quite dissatisfied: "What, do you two think I'm not good enough to use my looks? Let me tell you, although my appearance isn't perfect, it's still an eight or nine out of ten! What's more, my figure is the real killer!"
Meng Qingyin looked at Zhao Lan: "What do you think about getting Lear drunk?"
Zhao Lan nodded: "I think it's pretty good. People are least guarded when they're drunk, so this might be the best time to get information out of Lear."
The two began discussing as if no one else was around, completely ignoring Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan: "..." These two people are awful.
Meng Qingyin: "Okay, I'll go tell Xiao Jiu and the old man later that their mission tonight is to get Li Er drunk and extract information from him."
Zhao Lan patted her shoulder: "Call me anytime if you need anything."
She glanced at Zhang Yan almost imperceptibly, sighed softly, and then left.
Zhang Yan slammed her hand on the table. What did her sigh mean?
Is anyone speaking up for him?
Meng Qingyin didn't want to pay attention to this narcissist and left decisively.
Zhang Yan was all alone in his empty house, and he felt incredibly bitter.
Okay, okay, so you guys don't think I'm a good candidate, right?
Today I'm going to show you all my irresistible charm!
...
Lin Qian returned to the car, her legs feeling a little weak.
Since entering this game, she has been having the same dream every night.
The protagonist of the dream was not her, but a handsome man with a perfect appearance and body.
The handsome guy does nothing all day and has no interest in anything.
One day, a black dog gave him a suggestion: "Sir, the road trip game is about to arrive on Earth. You can experience different lives and maybe you won't be bored anymore."
The handsome man became somewhat interested: "How can I experience different lives?"
The black dog said, "You can participate in the game under different identities. This is a game that you and the other adults created together. I'm sure you'd like to experience it yourself, right?"
The handsome man lowered his eyes in deep thought.
After a moment, he smiled slowly: "That sounds like a very good suggestion."
The first half of the dream ended abruptly there, having nothing to do with her.
If there is any connection, it's that she also often feels that life is boring, which is exactly the same as that handsome guy.
The latter part of the dream was filled with eeriness.
The handsome guy started to bury himself in his work.
As for the content of his work, Lin Qian couldn't see it clearly.
However, judging from the occasional pauses in the handsome man's writing and the mutterings he makes, it seems that he is creating a novel.
His work is currently in the biographical stage.
"...Every time he uses his ability, he obtains some valuable items..."
Lin Qian listened intently and heard this sentence.
Later, the novel seemed to be finished, because the handsome guy didn't write anything more after that.
The handsome guy seemed to have changed his interests; he started playing with mud.
Calling it mud wouldn't be accurate, because those things just looked like mud, but she couldn't tell what they were exactly, whether it was super light clay or something else.
Let's just call it "mud" for now.
The handsome young man started sculpting little figures out of clay, and he thoroughly enjoyed it.
But the little figures he sculpted were always ugly, lacking even facial features.
Lin Qian didn't find making little figures out of mud fun at all; she found it extremely boring.
But she couldn't wake up from this dream, so she had no choice but to keep watching.
The handsome young man was completely absorbed in sculpting the clay figures. Lin Qian roughly counted them and found that he had sculpted a full hundred or so clay figures.
Those mud figures were all incredibly ugly, and she couldn't understand why handsome men were still so interested in them.
The handsome guy finally stopped when the table was covered with mud figurines.
He began to carefully select five from a pile of ugly mud figures.
Lin Qian didn't think there was anything special about the five mud figures, but the handsome guy seemed quite satisfied with them.
He then took out the notebook he used to create novels and tore off five pages from it.
He pasted five pieces of paper onto the little figure, but the words on the paper were too small for Lin Qian to see clearly.
However, the next moment, Lin Qian witnessed a scene that could only be described as a nightmare.
The handsome man's hand pierced through his chest cavity and pulled out his still-beating heart.
Lin Qian's pupils dilated in shock upon seeing this scene.
The handsome man who lost his heart did not die. He placed the heart on the first clay figure, and in the blink of an eye, the heart merged with the clay figure.
The handsome man smiled and murmured, "...Ah, you've come to inherit my immortality."
He seemed to call out a name, but his voice was too low for Lin Qian to hear clearly.
The screen abruptly stopped again.
Lin Qian woke up from her dream with a start, covered in sweat.
She didn't understand why she would have such a dream, a dream that had absolutely nothing to do with her.
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