Weak in affinity talent? Female ghosts are eager to give hints.

"Holy crap! [Future], you lied to me!"

"【future】..."

"Huh? Huh?!"

Mo Han, who had been struggling in the bloody water, opened her eyes again, her face blank with surprise: "Where...where is this again? Aren't we in the cabin?"

"This...this is a city residence?"

Liu Xuan came to her senses and looked at An Lan with a strange expression.

"Anlan! What did you just say? Shaking a rattle drum and her parents came back to pick her up? How...how did you know?!"

She looked at An Lan, puzzled. An Lan ignored everyone and kept looking around the room.

"Knock knock knock—"

The rattle drum is still shaking.

The living room was spacious, with gold medals from the "Literary and Art Association" and "Poetry Lovers" hanging on the walls. On the TV stand was an old, bulky CRT television.

Aside from these decorations, there's also a bookshelf in the living room containing many poems and essays.

An Lan watched all this silently, a bitter smile on her lips: "So... Yunhan's obsession with poetry comes from here... this... is it her home... or is it a world she imagined while enduring pain, like shaking a rattle-drum?"

"..."

With heavy footsteps, I walked towards the master bedroom, where the layout was very simple.

What caught An Lan's eye was a family photo on the wall.

In the CG scene, a refined-looking man and a kind-faced woman are holding a little girl together. Bathed in sunlight, all three smile contentedly at the camera, radiating joy and harmony.

"Why..."

"Those damned human traffickers..."

After leaving the master bedroom, An Lan was about to walk to the second bedroom.

That place appears most frequently in the CG memory scenes, and it is also the location of Yunhan's most important memories.

The door to the second bedroom was ajar, and you could vaguely see the pink decorations inside. Bright sunlight streamed through the window, making the room warm and cozy.

"Okay... Anlan, although I don't know how you knew to come here..."

"but..."

"We're safe for now..."

"So, everyone, have you gotten any clues about the main storyline of this [dungeon]?"

Mo Han casually rummaged through the furnishings in the room, then suddenly walked to the second bedroom and was about to push open the door.

Can...

"Knock knock knock—"

"Knock knock knock—"

This seemingly casual gesture caused An Lan to start shaking the rattle drum rapidly. Even though An Lan tried her best to stop it, she couldn't control her wrist...

"Waaaaah—Xiao Han... Xiao Han..."

From the direction of the second bedroom, the faint sound of a woman sobbing could be heard!

"What!?"

"There are still people here?!"

Mo Han hurriedly took two steps back.

Immediately afterwards!

The entire living room shook violently, and then a dazzling scene unfolded: the furnishings rapidly disappeared—the television vanished, the sofa vanished, even the medals were gone...

Instead, the walls were covered with missing person notices.

[My beloved daughter, Yunhan, was just over 8 years old when she went missing. She was wearing a white dress. If anyone has seen her, please contact: ......]

[My beloved daughter, Yunhan...]

The house was covered with countless missing person notices!

As more and more missing person notices appear, the living room space is actually shrinking.

50 square meters?

20 square meters?

It transformed from a living room into a cramped, old temporary room, and then from a temporary room into an open-air park pavilion. The scenes kept changing, but the one thing that remained constant was the ever-increasing number of "missing person" posters...

"What...what's going on?"

"That child...that child is the little girl we met during the day?"

"The house is getting smaller... does that mean her parents sold all their possessions to search for her? Did they end up sleeping in the gazebo?!"

Liu Xuan, being a seasoned veteran, seemed to have already figured something out.

"Anlan..."

"I've seen those girls' past memories..."

"If each memory belongs to Xiao Han, I suspect that the main quest this time is actually..."

Her mouth gaped open, as if she was about to say something...

Can!

"Uh—uh—"

The words seemed stuck in her throat, and her features froze. Her terrified eyes trembled, then her arched eyebrows slowly drooped, and her face aged eerily.

Her originally golden wavy hair gradually turned into long, black curls.

His hair just kept growing and growing so strangely, hanging down in front of his face like a madman.

Liu Xuan's waist was also gradually bending.

"Xiaohan...Xiaohan..."

As Liu Xuan's long hair turned into strands of white, a wrinkled, sallow, and sickly woman's face emerged from beneath her disheveled hair!

Her eyes were completely empty, tears of blood streaming down her face as she whimpered stiffly, looking at An Lan!

"you..."

"Who are you..."

An Lan had seen this face before!

This is Yunhan's mother!

She...she possessed Liu Xuan's body?

"Have you seen my Xiaohan?! Have you seen her?! Have you seen her?!"

As she uttered her morbid ravings, Liu Xuan's long hair grew rapidly and suddenly reached An Lan's feet, tightly binding his legs!

"Damn it!"

"You...you listen to me! Your child..."

"Xiaohan! Xiaohan! Mommy will find you! She will find you!!!"

An Lan tried to explain, but Liu Xuan seemed to have gone mad. As her hair tugged at An Lan, An Lan's body cracked and split open, and then dense "missing person notices" sprouted all over her body.

"Clap clap clap—"

The speed at which this paper covers the surface is much faster than that "tombstone man"!

In just a few moments, "Missing Person Notices" covered his chest, and it looked like they were about to sprout all over his face too...

An Lan pressed down hard on the shaking rattle drum with both hands!

"stop!"

"Stop it right now!"

They should leave once the sound of the rattle drum stops.

Can...

"Knock knock knock—"

"Knock knock knock—"

His right hand was completely unresponsive, numbly shaking the rattle drum, and no matter how much he pounded and suppressed it with his left hand, it was all in vain!

"Grass!"

"Mo Han! Tie Shan!"

"If you don't want to die! Come over here and hold my hands down! Hurry! Hurry!!!"

An Lan cast her hopes on the other two people and looked up, only to find that Mo Han had been grabbed by the neck by Tie Shan with one hand, and was dangling and swaying in the air like a chick.

"Iron Mountain! Iron Mountain!"

"You son of a bitch! You dare mess with me? Are you fucking insane?!"

Mo Han was caught off guard when Tie Shan captured her.

He glared at Tieshan, only to realize that Tieshan had lost a lot of weight. What was once a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex had suddenly transformed into a skeleton demon.

Not only that, Tieshan's eyes were bloodshot, and he kept coughing up blood.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Amidst the gushing blood, a complex expression appeared on Tieshan's perpetually silent face: "Hanhan...it's Daddy's useless...it's Daddy's useless..."

"Human traffickers! Human traffickers!"

"You all deserve to die! You all deserve to die!!!"

"Where have you taken my Hanhan?!"

"Giggle giggle—"

Mo Han's neck was squeezed so tightly that it shrank back. He kept slapping the other person's arm, but the stick-like arm remained as still as a mountain, not yielding an inch.

"I'm so angry..."

"How the hell am I supposed to know where Hanhan went?"

"You fucking...you fucking go...go to the [Joint Burial Village] to look for it! You...you...you go there..."

"Ugh! Ugh!!!"

Blood spurted from his nasal cavity due to the forceful kneading, but "Iron Mountain" remained unmoved no matter what Mo Han said.

An Lan glanced in his direction and roughly understood.

crazy!

In this space, or rather, in this "timeline," Yunhan's parents sold their possessions after losing Yunhan, and after failing to find her, they went insane...

"It's over...it's over..."

"Is this the end of the line?"

"Clap clap clap—"

An Lan closed her eyes, her face now covered with a "Missing Person Notice".

"Cough! Cough cough!"

"The future...the future...the future won't lie to me! Anlan...Anlan!!! You survived in the future! Think of something!"

"You won't die here! Think of something!!!"

What An Lan never expected was...

At the very last moment when his life hung by a thread, it was Mo Han who gave himself a final pep talk.

"You son of a bitch! Didn't you hear what I, [Future], said?"

Unable to resist cursing Mo Han, Mo Han kicked his legs, his eyes rolling back: "What the hell! How was I supposed to know...cough cough cough! Didn't you always have a plan?"

"You...weren't you in the mood to compose poetry just now?"

"You...you need to think of something...think of a plan..."

"you..."

The seemingly ordinary complaints startled An Lan, who had her eyes tightly closed!

Poetry!

and many more...

Yunhan is obsessed with poetry, but what about her parents?

"A mother's thread in her hand, a traveler's clothes on his back. She sews them carefully before his departure, fearing his return will be long..."

"Thump—"

The first line of the poem was recited, and the rattle drum in his hand was shaken...

Suddenly it slowed down!!!