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Chapter 124 Secretive

In the darkness, the fat man suddenly realized something and slapped his forehead: "I know! It seems the doctor hasn't encountered a ghost yet!"

Chu Changge glanced at him sideways: "This ghost deliberately avoided Zhao Lei. At least before I left the mirror world, he never showed his face in front of Zhao Lei."

The fat man was a little confused: "Isn't the ghost Zhao Lei?"

"No," Chu Changge shook his head: "Although they look exactly alike, they are two independent individuals who act separately, and I discovered that the ghost intentionally avoided Zhao Lei."

The fat man recalled for a moment: "It seems that's indeed the case... Until I came out, that ghost never showed itself in front of Zhao Lei, but why is that?"

"He didn't want Zhao Lei to find him. Zhao Lei has memory lapses; he's forgotten some memories, and this ghost might be the entity carrying those unpleasant ones."

Chu Changge paused slightly: "To put it more clearly, this ghost can be described as Zhao Lei's second personality. Do you know what dissociative identity disorder is?"

The fat man nodded: "It means one person has multiple personalities."

"This ghost must have carried all of Zhao Lei's negative emotions and memories that he wanted to discard, and then it split off and became an individual."

"Then why does this ghost want to kill us?" the fat man asked, somewhat confused.

If you have a split personality, so be it. Why does having a split personality lead to murder?

"He doesn't want us to find the truth, such as the mystery of Zhao Guanhai's disappearance; as long as we're here, we'll search for clues to reconstruct what happened back then. This truth might be unpleasant for Zhao Lei, so the ghost will appear to stop us."

"Several groups of people must have come here before, but Zhao Lei doesn't remember anything about it. It must be that the ghost erased his memory. Each group that comes here searches for clues, and these clues trigger unpleasant memories in Zhao Lei. So every time a group of people comes, he loses his memory again and forgets what he remembers."

"So..." the fat man thought of the corpse in the toilet, "Zhao Guanhai's death really is related to Zhao Lei, right?"

"Even if there's no direct connection, there's definitely some indirect one. Otherwise, Zhao Lei wouldn't have developed a second personality, and the second personality wouldn't have specifically deleted his memories. I guess the truth can only be found in the mirror world, and right now only Gu Mian is in it?"

The fat man nodded: "The doctor is inside by himself...it must be quite dangerous, I wonder if the doctor has found a way out yet..."

There was no movement outside the door, and there was no sign of any ghosts crawling out of the house; everything was peaceful.

"Brother Chu," the chubby guy spoke up again, "We can't stay here forever, can we?"

Chu Changge nodded: "Yes, you always have times when you doze off."

The fat man frowned: "So, should we rush out now? Break down the door?"

Chu Changge paused for a moment before speaking: "I just said that if we had enough energy and stamina, we could spend a long time here with the ghost, but the reality is always a little different."

The fat man's brow twitched, a bad premonition rising within him.

“This ghost is very cunning. He could easily take advantage of us hiding in one of the rooms to enter other rooms in the outside world through the mirror and then lock those other rooms. That way, if he climbs out of our room again, we won’t be able to run into other rooms to buy time.”

"It's so quiet outside, could that ghost really have done that?"

“Very likely,” Chu Changge nodded, “but there are risks involved in doing this. If he keeps using mirrors to travel through time, he will most likely run into Zhao Lei from the mirror world, which is a scene that ghosts don’t want to see.”

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could even finish his breath, he was hoisted up again.

"So there's an easier way. He can use some means to lock the door to this room from the outside, so even if he climbs out from here, we can't get out."

"Holy crap." Upon hearing this, the fat man immediately jogged a few steps to the door and turned the doorknob.

Then, his face turned deathly pale: "Brother Chu... it really won't open."

Chu Changge nodded knowingly: "I guessed it."

The fat man nearly exploded: "So he's about to come out! He already knows we're in this room!"

He paced anxiously, saying, "Brother Chu, you said this ghost is actually Zhao Lei's second personality, so it shouldn't be considered a ghost in the true sense, right?"

"But his behavior is no different from a ghost's," Chu Changge looked at him, "What do you want to do?"

"Since it's a second personality, I think it shouldn't be as scary as a ghost. How about we try to physically attack it when it comes out?"

They haven't learned magical attacks yet, so they can only use crude physical attacks.

Chu Changge was silent for a moment: "You didn't see Brother Mobile's body, did you?"

"His body? Where is it?" The fat man's eyes widened slightly.

"In his room, he was torn in two, split from the groin to the shoulder, with intestines all over the floor. It seems like the ghost really enjoys killing people like that."

The fat man almost vomited after hearing this description. He clutched his groin and immediately abandoned the idea of ​​using physical attacks. He then reached out and turned the doorknob: "Hey, Brother Chu, I'll try to break the door open first. You should also stay away from the window so that thing doesn't suddenly climb out."

The fat man felt a lingering fear whenever he imagined how Mobile Brother had died.

Upon hearing this, Chu Changge moved to the side, not too close to the window, but not too far either.

The fat man slammed the door with tremendous force; the large wardrobe was right next to him.

But the door was more sturdy than he had imagined, and he couldn't break it even after banging on it for a while. Since he was in a haunted building, the fat man subconsciously reduced the sound of his impacts.

He banged on the window a few times, then looked back at the gleaming window, as if afraid a ghost might crawl out.

Fortunately, everything was normal, and there wasn't a single ghostly figure in the glass.

After banging on the door a dozen more times, the fat man finally couldn't hold on any longer. His limbs went weak, and he sat down against the door, facing the glass window.

"This thief Jill is sturdy, we can't break through him at all. If only the doctor and his saw were here... I should have put all my attribute points into strength, otherwise I wouldn't be in this mess in this dungeon..."

Just as he was halfway through his sentence, Chu Changge suddenly interrupted him: "Wait."

"What's wrong..." The fat man turned to look at him, but then he realized that something was wrong himself.

This scenario puts them in the role of tourists trapped in a snow-covered mountain, and gives Zhao Lei a reason to be suspicious of them.

The fat man's suspicion level was very stable, always at zero, but just now, he discovered that Zhao Lei's suspicion level against him had suddenly climbed to 40.

What just happened? The fat man looked uneasy. He seemed to have said something about "attribute points" or "dungeon".

But none of this matters.

The important question is why discussing these things in a room where only he and Chu Changge are present would increase Zhao Lei's suspicions?
Zhao Lei's second personality is also Zhao Lei, which means...

He... has already come in!

The fat man stared intently at the large window opposite, his face deathly pale. He pressed himself against the door, trying to get further away from the window, but the window remained completely still.

No! The fat man clenched his fists. He had been watching the window the whole time, but nothing had come out of there.

So where is he?

Had he been hiding here all along?
The fat man shifted his body to the side. Not far from him was a large wardrobe, and from this angle, it looked like there were tools or hammers on top of it.

He then slowly moved his body toward the wardrobe.

But just as the fat man was about to move to the wardrobe, he suddenly remembered something—there was a large mirror inside the wardrobe that was being covered up!

Just then, the wardrobe door closest to him suddenly creaked.

The fat man stiffly turned his head to look in that direction.

The gate to the underworld was pushed open a crack, and half of a pale face was pressed tightly against the crack, revealing a strange smile.

The fat man opened his mouth wide, staggered, and turned to run away.

But just as he moved his foot, he suddenly felt as if his leg was being pulled by something.

He looked down and saw that two excessively long and thin hands had somehow grasped his ankles.

At that moment, those two hands were dragging him into that cabinet!

The fat man struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free at all.

As the person drew closer, the smile on that pale face grew increasingly eerie, almost curving to the roots of his ears.

But just as that face was smiling the brightest, the fat man, who was struggling desperately, suddenly heard another voice coming from the wardrobe.

He looked up in astonishment.

From that bottomless black crevice, a deathly pale face appeared once more.

Gu Mian's sinister face appeared above the ghost face at some point, staring at its scalp with a sinister expression.

No, the author can't be any more lazy! The author still owes! Dozens of extra chapters!

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