Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 236, Page 301 (Part 1)

March 1th, afternoon.

'The records I wrote before have been erased again, not just my memories. As I gain deeper control over this demon, the world will forget everything about me.'

"My teammates have forgotten me, dying one after another in front of me. Headquarters has also forgotten me and has started looking for a new person in charge for Dachuan City. I have no choice but to continue forward without any support."

'Wang Xiaoming is a very special person. He actually noticed this abnormality, and he found a way, a way for him to remember me.'

This afternoon, Wang Xiaoming came to me and gave me this diary, a supernatural item that can record my experiences.

'I had to agree to his conditions; this diary is too important to me.'

The air was stuffy, and the furniture was covered in dust.

The door was slowly pushed open, and a charred and withered figure walked in.

"journal?"

The body outline suggests a young man, but something seems off.

When the eye falls on his face, the image appears as if it has been pixelated, blurry, jittery, and unfocused.

Looking down at his left arm, he saw a line of crooked characters etched on it.

'301, Diary, Record, Completed.'

He then looked up and glanced around.

A delicate oil painting hangs on the wall, depicting a man from the Republican era. He is dressed in a neat uniform, with a stern expression, distinct features, and a handsome appearance that seems almost unreal.

The young man paused for a moment, "I've been here before?."

I opened the diary in my hand and began to read it carefully.

The paper was shiny with oil, and the writing on it was dense and numerous. Time seemed to pass quickly, as if it had been accelerated.

He didn't know when it started, but he noticed something was off; it seemed like there was someone standing in front of the painting.

Looking over, I saw a hunchbacked old woman.

She was dressed in old cloth clothes in the style of the Republic of China era, with dry hair and a face full of wrinkles. But what was even more bizarre was that her whole appearance was in a sickly black and white tone, as if she had been carved out of a funeral portrait.

Her appearance was so bizarre and abrupt. It was as if she had always been standing there, giving the illusion that she only appeared when someone observed the painting.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

No one responded to him, and the old woman raised her head.

Those cloudy eyes were dull and lifeless, showing no trace of human life.

The moment their eyes met, the young man's body rapidly lost its color, all colors disappearing little by little until it turned into a black and white mess, while the old woman in front of him gradually regained her color.

The man's face showed fear, and he instinctively began to act.

Just as the last bit of color was about to disappear completely, his right hand, which was holding the coffin nail, quickly carved a few crooked characters on his left arm.

March 2nd, afternoon.

'I got the coffin nails in Da Hai City.'

Wang Xiaoming told me there was a way for me to completely control that head.

'I chose to join this raid on a foreign country.'

A charred hand pushed open the door, revealing a line of crooked characters etched on its arm.

'301, Diary, Record, Completed, Don't look at the painting.'

The figure quickly left the area of ​​the oil painting and entered a small room next door.

There was a half-empty, oily diary on the bed. I reached out and gently opened it.

The moment their fingertips touched, a hand suddenly reached out from inside the diary.

The hand, with its loose, limp skin, possessed terrifying strength, gripping his neck tightly.

'March 3rd, afternoon.' 'I met Shen Lin. With his help, there might be a better solution for controlling that head.'

"However, it seems he's having some trouble. He keeps bringing up his mother in front of me. I'd like to visit him at his home sometime."

'That black fire is too eerie; it's altering existing facts.'

'Yang Jian seems to have mastered it; he's someone who puts even me to shame when faced with the supernatural.'

'I've analyzed his file; he's far too dangerous. We can't let him get his hands on the coffin nails.'

A parched hand reached out, turned to the next page, and carefully read the words on it.

At some point, a faint scent of sandalwood began to permeate the air, quite strong, as if it were intentionally suppressing other scents.

"No, this smells like a corpse."

March 4th, afternoon.

"In search of clues to that head, I came to Mingyue Residential Area, but I was attacked by a terrifying old man."

"An unsolvable invasion; I've never encountered a ghost of this caliber before."

A vengeful ghost more terrifying than any ghost painting.

'I understand Wang Xiaoming's plan. He knows I'm investigating 301, and he wants to help me escape the attack of the evil spirit inside.'

'The diary appears to have been dismembered; who else did Wang Xiaoming give the diary to?'

When I reappeared at the entrance of 301, I looked around and realized I couldn't quite remember my own name.

A sharp pain shot through my arm. I looked up at the words on my left hand, then pushed open the door and went inside.

March 5th, afternoon.

'Don't go into 301. This ghost is too special; it's invading me. I have to choose to forget its attacks indefinitely.'

'I originally planned to use coffin nails to suppress it through multiple trials and errors, but I failed.'

'I miscalculated. I failed the moment I nailed the number 301 to my hand with a coffin nail.'

'When I wake up again, I see that the words will inevitably enter the room. A death cycle I have created for myself.'

Hopefully, Wang Xiaoming's plan will work.

"Hmm? Is there any water flowing out?"

The young man, who was about to enter the room, stopped in his tracks. His body was soaked, and he looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Looking towards the end of the corridor, there was a faint green light, tinged with moisture.

A man in military uniform walked out of the shadows.

"Hello, may I ask who you are?"

A dim green light enveloped him, and Li Jun appeared before him.

"Li Leping, where is Shen Lin?"

"Shen Lin? Who is Shen Lin?"

The young man looked puzzled.

Li Jun was silent for a few seconds, then realized that Li Leping's memory was incomplete because he had forgotten too many of the attacks.

"Where is that diary?"

Li Leping raised his arm and looked at it. "Diary? I don't have a diary. What you're looking for should be in the room."

Li Jun looked at the words carved on his hand, then turned back to look in the direction he had come from.

I clearly entered through the 301 entrance, but now I've changed locations and am back at the 301 entrance. Moreover, at this time, Mingyue Community doesn't seem to have been separated from the priest's Kingdom of Heaven.

Li Jun vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite grasp the key to this strange phenomenon.

(End of this chapter)