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

[666! It has to be Anlan!]

[Holy crap! Is this for real?! What?! I'm on a business trip with my boss and staying at a hotel, and my husband calls?! Answer! I have to answer!]

[Holy crap! The person upstairs is pictured!]

【...】

After the strange announcement, not only were the people in the carriage stunned, but the online comments section exploded with excitement.

Fortunately...

After Anlan's live stream went black, the tide turned again.

[Awesome! It has to be him!]

[What did I say? The dungeons are just a side effect; An Lan's real goal is to hook up with all the female ghosts in the dungeons!]

[They're fighting again! They're fighting again!]

【...】

......

Front-mounted compartment - Sandy's bedroom.

Come on, darling!

Just as Sandy was about to unbutton Anlan's shirt, the scenery outside the train window began to move slowly. A series of "whoosh" whistles sounded directly ahead of the train.

【Future Station】A station sign flashing red appeared.

Sandy's frantic and intense actions suddenly froze when she saw the bus stop sign.

After hesitating for a moment, she surprisingly stopped and leaned against An Lan's chest. Her slender eyes stared at An Lan's chin for a while before she walked to the cabinet in the room, took out a glove and a helmet, and handed them to An Lan, touching An Lan's face with an ambiguous look in her eyes.

"Here you go—"

"Remember to wear it when you come back!"

"I don't want your perfect body to suffer even the slightest harm..."

"I don't like bodies with scars..."

Sandy's casual remark made An Lan frown slightly.

Liu Xuan once said that her greatest strength wasn't her talent, but... her ability to pick up girls!

So, this person who said the train attendant was her father's might have given her some crucial clues because of her being a kept woman?

"Aren't you hurt?"

An Lan nodded slightly, put on her helmet and gloves, and put her arm around Sandy's waist: "Baby—do you have any other helpful instructions?"

"Giggle giggle—"

"Honey... asking for too much help just makes me think you're a loser—"

"All right--"

Slowly closing her eyes, An Lan was slightly moved and clicked on "Affection CG".

[Playing a CG for reaching 50 points of affection!]

"Shhh—"

The thin rays of the setting sun streamed in through the window. On the white hospital bed, the old man leaned against his pillow, staring blankly at the sky outside.

People walked back and forth outside the ward, but he seemed oblivious to it all, simply gazing at the setting sun.

"Tap tap tap—"

suddenly!

A haggard figure approached, long, wavy hair swaying in front of the old man. The old man stared blankly at the newcomer for a moment, then continued gazing at the setting sun, expressionless.

The vase on the bedside table held yucca, whose flower language is hope and happiness.

After covering the elderly person with a blanket, the visitor stood blankly in front of the bed. After a long silence, tears seemed to fall from the visitor's eyes, until... then came another series of crisp footsteps!

"Patient's family member—"

"Do you still want to continue treatment?"

"Excuse my bluntness, but given your financial situation, there's no need to persist with treatment! After all, there's no such thing as a cure for this type of mental illness..."

"He'll continue like this, and things will only get worse!"

"His future will only remain unchanged, perhaps even... turning him into an unconscious being who needs to be cared for!"

"Rather than facing a hopeless treatment, why not take him home to enjoy his later years?"

The doctor stood at the door and spoke earnestly.

The person who came simply shook their head: "No! Let's continue with the treatment! I'll accept whatever the future holds! No matter what he becomes... I'll accept it... because he's my father—"

【...】

The video suddenly cut off.

An Lan recalled everything in the scene and looked at the "CG" with a favorability rating of [25] again. She probably figured something out.

An elderly person, a woman, medical records...

And what the doctor said about the future...

If we consider all the clues and her current experiences, we can roughly conclude that Sandy has a father, and she loves him very much. However, in the CG, it seems that her father has forgotten her...

Forgetting equals amnesia?

So this is linked to the "Memory Station"!

In the first cutscene, the old man seemed to have been diagnosed with some kind of "amnesia" or "dementia," which is why he didn't recognize Sandy at the train station. The second cutscene now seems to show his condition worsening...

Sandy continues with her treatment and accepts whatever the uncertain future may hold!

"The future?"

So what kind of future has actually unfolded?

"Only then will the [Memory Station] be born?"

"Clang—"

Before An Lan could think it over, the Twilight Ship came to a complete stop in front of the station.

"Honey?"

"You're getting off the bus—"

"I'll be waiting for you at the next departure point—"

Sandy felt a soft "smack" on her chest and quickly walked to the "microphone," beginning her announcement again: [Train has arrived at "Future Station"! Next stop, "Fictional Station"!]

The train's stopover is three hours. If you wish to continue your journey, please purchase a transfer card and board the train again!

......

"hastily!"

"Don't scare me with that knife!"

"Aren't you going to stop at the next station?"

"With me around, how could the survival rate not be higher?"

"You, you, you—and you, you Russian, show me some respect! Was it because I didn't want to save that Chinese kid? I could only take one! I had my reasons!"

As the announcement was made, the rear carriage door opened, and Bill hopped off the train.

Behind him—Mikalin and Menloka were staring at him with unfriendly expressions.

Can!

"Thump—"

Suddenly, a section of the front compartment opened, and An Lan appeared, dressed in a clean suit, wearing a helmet, completely unharmed, and strangely dressed. The three people looked at An Lan with a look of astonishment on their faces!

"you?!"

"Chinese kid! You! You! You're still alive?!"

Bill's eyes widened, and he nearly twisted his leg.

"An Lan! An Lan, are you alright?!"

"Tiezi! You're still alive!"

Mekalin rushed into Anlan's arms in a few strides. Menloka had originally planned to give her a bear hug, but seeing Mekalin, he awkwardly walked to Anlan's side and just kept grinning foolishly.

"Well--"

"If I die, won't I respawn in the train carriage?"

"It seems like the dead have all turned into monsters?"

"You guys are still not careful enough..."

Pulling at Mikalin, who was clinging to her like an octopus, Anlan smiled and pointed to the station's waiting hall: "Let's go—who knows what will happen this time..."

"Da da da—"

The team of four was truly moving forward with An Lan at its core this time.

Although Bill had a stern face and didn't say anything, he had to admit in his heart: in that situation, he probably couldn't have made the same decision as An Lan.

Can I use myself to break the deadlock?

Did they take advantage of everyone?

and!

Everyone was still willing to be used by An Lan!

......

"Clang—"

Upon entering the waiting hall, the main gate leading to the station was closed again. This time, the hall was different from before, filled with various hanging LCD TVs.

The television was playing some strange clips.

For example: scenes of Anlan, Mekalin, and Menloka having a meal together; scenes of Anlan sleeping; scenes of Mekalin sunbathing; scenes of Menloka wrestling with a bear...

If you didn't know this was a waiting hall, a normal person would think this was a three-person living room exhibition at first glance!

Can!

The four of them looked around carefully and discovered a common problem!

That is: There are no photos of Bill here!

"A generous gift of crab!"

"What do you mean?! What do you mean?!"

"You bastards! Are you discriminating against me, a cripple? Why do all three of you get to show photos, but I don't?! Why?!"

"Click click click—"

The next second, as he was feeling indignant, the television screen flickered again, and this time a new face appeared.

It was a woman wearing a kimono, sitting in a train car seat with a terrified expression!

Matsumoto Keishita!

This woman, who had logged off at the beginning, inexplicably reappeared on the wall-mounted TV!

only...

Because of Anlan and the others' amnesia, they are unaware of Matsumoto Keisha's current situation!

"Um?"

"If I remember correctly... this woman also appeared in the 'Head Balloon' competition, right? She was a contestant too? But why... she disappeared, yet she's still on TV?"

"What does appearing on television really mean?"

An Lan frowned, while the others stared blankly at the television screen for a long time.

"Clatter—"

suddenly!

In the center of the waiting hall, an LED light illuminated, and the huge light strip sign instantly caught the attention of the four people.

[Future Private 3D Cinema]!

The eight large, glaring characters flashed in the lights. At the cinema entrance, a pair of faceless "human figures" bent over, emitting a distorted electronic voice: "Welcome—Welcome—"

"Why?"

"Could it be that the transfer card is there?"

Bill scanned the entire hall but didn't see any ticket machines, so he hopped and skipped to the front of the [Future Private 3D Cinema].

The private cinema was actually quite small; there wasn't even a reception desk. It was simply divided into seven long, narrow cubicles, each about the size of a squat toilet. Beyond that, there was nothing else to say.

"How so?"

"Anlan! Shall we go in?"

Mencalo ignored Bill and instead looked at Anlan.

An Lan nodded.

"Menloka, go in and take a look!"

"If any problems arise, just activate [Golden Hero], select any one of us, and come back!"

"OK!"

Menloka saw no problem with Anlan's suggestion.

Of them, only he could protect himself instantly.

"Tap tap tap—"

Upon entering the private cinema, Menloka randomly chose room number 2. However... the moment he opened the door, a wave of darkness swept into the seemingly cramped room, instantly engulfing Menloka!

"Hello!"

"Menloka!!!"

An Lan exclaimed in surprise and tried to follow her inside.

"Clang—"

Door No. 2 slammed shut instantly, and a notification popped up on the door saying "This room is occupied." No matter how much An Lan pushed and pounded, the seemingly flimsy door remained completely unmoved!

"Damn it!!!"

Annoyed sounds echoed outside the door.

But inside the door...

Menloka seemed not to have heard anything.

In front of him, above the narrow corridor, a television screen flickered.

Photos of myself picking mushrooms in the mountains, wrestling with a bear, happily drinking, and giving flowers to my mom...

These scenes looked familiar to Menloka, yet it felt as if they had never happened!

"That's strange..."

"Could these be... photos of me from before? Have I forgotten my memories?"

"Tap tap tap—"

Subconsciously walking forward, the narrow path suddenly flashed with white light, and Menloka appeared in a snow-covered field.

"Holy crap? 3D video?!"

I touched the snowflakes on my head, and a chill ran through my fingertips!

Menloka's pupils widened, and he was about to say something when a deep, booming voice pierced the cold wind: "Who?!?"