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Chapter 109 The Mourning Hall Filled with Wailing and Lamentation

On the second floor, just as the fat man turned on his flashlight to find the switch in the study, all the lights in the hallway suddenly went out.

A woman's scream came from the next room; Gu Mian recognized it as Xiao Zhang's voice.

Immediately afterwards, he heard two footsteps rushing out of the next room; the couple had run into the hallway.

Just as Gu Mian saw two figures running out, the fat man carrying a flashlight suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Huh?"

The fat man was initially startled by the sudden power outage, but fortunately, he had experienced many strange and unusual things over the years, so he wasn't too afraid of a sudden power outage.

But just as he calmed down, he was startled by the situation before him.

In ordinary households, bookshelves are usually filled to the brim to make a proper appearance. Even if the shelves aren't full, there are at least one or two books to make it look presentable.

But this study is quite different from the studies of ordinary people.

It has its own ideas and doesn't seem to want to put on a show for itself, or even bother to make a fuss.

There wasn't a single book on the bookshelves in this study.

The things that should be there are missing, while the things that shouldn't be there are in some places.

A huge sheet of white paper was pasted on one of the bookshelves. It was square and about a meter long and wide, with a large printed black character written on it.

Gu Mian recognized it immediately without even looking closely; it was the character "奠" (diàn).

Black and white.

A crack appeared in the study window, letting in a gust of wind that made the huge sheet of white paper rustle.

Gu Mian has seen many places that make people cry out in despair since she was a child—in layman's terms, funeral halls.

Whenever someone closes their eyes and never opens them again, they are wrapped in a blanket or something else, leaving only a patch of their head that is either black or bald, and then they are put into a hearse on their way to the funeral home.

Cremation, cremation, and finally, being placed in a funeral parlor.

Then a huge character "奠" (meaning "to pay respects") was pasted in the center of the mourning hall, marking the end of a person's life.

The fat man clearly hadn't expected to see such a bizarre symbol of death as soon as he opened the door. He froze for a moment, then twisted his neck to observe the rest of the study.

The fat doctor, seeing nothing else amiss, nervously took a few steps back, flashlight in hand, and asked, "Has someone died here?"

Otherwise, why would they put such a big, unlucky character here?
“Don’t forget this is a supernatural instance,” Gu Mian stroked her chin. “I think it’s impossible that no one has died here.”

The question is, who is the deceased? Does Zhao Lei know the deceased?
At this moment, the couple from the next house ran over, probably because they saw the flashlight beam and came running over.

Mingliang looked at Gu Mian with lingering fear: "Doctor, do you know what happened...?"

He choked up halfway through his sentence, clearly having seen the huge character "奠" (meaning "offering sacrifice") in the study.

Mingliang stared at the strange black and white writing on the white paper and swallowed hard: "What...is this? Has someone died?"

Before Gu Mian could answer, the light above her head flickered twice and then came back on.

Then Gu Mian heard the sound of a door opening downstairs.

He didn't have time to answer Bright's question; he quickly walked down the stairs and looked into the hall.

Zhao Lei had opened the door at some point and was now standing in front of his room with a strange expression.

The doors to Mobile Brother and Chu Changge's rooms remained tightly closed.

However, the next second, Chu Changge's door was pushed open from the inside, revealing a face that showed no reaction, as if the person was asleep in the room and had no idea what had happened.

However, Mobile Bro did not appear at this time.

The fat man who followed them down the stairs also noticed something was wrong: "Speaking of which, why didn't that person come out..."

He's probably dead, though Gu Mian didn't say that aloud. He quickly went to the door of Brother Mobile's room.

"Are you there?" Gu Mian knocked on the door. At this moment, Zhao Lei and Chu Changge also came over.

Zhao Lei looked at them with some confusion: "Did the power trip just now?"

Mingliang shook his head guiltily: "I don't know either."

He was clearly still thinking about the strange character "奠" (diàn, meaning "offering sacrifice") in the study.

As the two were talking, Gu Mian knocked on Mobile Brother's door again, this time with a bit more force, but there was still no response from inside.

He then started turning the doorknob, but the door seemed to be locked from the inside and could not be opened from the outside.

"What happened?" the fat man frowned. "Why did he lock the door from the inside?"

This is not something a normal person would do. Everyone knows this is a supernatural instance. Although they are afraid that something might come in from outside, under these circumstances, no one would normally have the courage to lock the door from the inside.

Unless he wanted to engage in hand-to-hand combat with a ghost without being affected by others, but no one but Gu Mian should be able to do such a thing.

While the fat man was still confused, Zhao Lei suddenly spoke up: "He asked me for a pen, then went back to his room, and not long after that the power went out."

"A pen?" Gu Mian repeated.

Zhao Lei nodded: "Yeah, an erasing pen, the kind that erases ink. I remember buying it when I was in elementary school, but I don't know why he borrowed it."

As soon as the word "eliminate pen" was mentioned, the others understood.

The man had a piece of paper that had been found in his room, covered in large stains. He probably wanted to try to remove the stains with an eraser pen.

It seems he has successfully discovered something.

As Gu Mian thought about it, she looked at the door in front of her and said, "Let's break it down."

Although the building was old, the door was still quite sturdy. Fortunately, they had a fat guy and a bright guy who had all his attribute points allocated to strength.

The two of them exerted their strength together and slammed hard against the door of the mobile guy's room. After a few rounds, the fairly sturdy door opened with a loud bang.

Gu Mian looked inside, but it was empty.

"Where is he?" Mingliang exclaimed in surprise.

There wasn't a soul in sight, not even a ghost. It was as if the mobile guy had vanished into thin air from the room.

This house can't hide anyone.

There was a bed, and you could see right under it that there were some old, worn-out toys.

There was a very low desk with an eraser pen on it, probably the one that Mobile Bro borrowed from Zhao Lei.

There's nothing else besides these.

If we really have to count it, the large window directly opposite the door can also be considered one of the items. This window is extremely large, so the room is very well lit.

But it wasn't very well lit at midnight. It was pitch black outside, but the overhead light in the room was still on. The astonished expressions of the other people were reflected in the glass, making it look somewhat comical.

Although players won't actually die when they die in a dungeon, they will still leave a "corpse" at the death site, which is, of course, to let others know "this player is dead".

But the mobile guy has vanished without a trace, neither alive nor dead; we have no idea where he went.

Moreover, the piece of paper that might have contained a clue also disappeared.

The author is too salty, the author can't be any saltier o(╥﹏╥)o.

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