I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

Chapter 160: 80 Years of Diary

Lin Yan tucked in her stomach and bent over, each twisting motion eliciting a protest from her body.

But Lin Yan's movements did not tremble at all; this kind of pure physical control is something that those who specialize in spiritual power cannot achieve.

It took Lin Yan a full ten minutes to finally squeeze through the sealing net, by which time he was already covered in sweat.

He stood at the office door, turning around to prepare to meet Ah Jiu.

"Don't touch it!"

He turned around, almost forgetting the rules here, and opened his mouth wide but swallowed the words back down.

Ah Jiu didn't learn any of his fancy moves at all.

She just strolled around the apartment as usual, looking a bit dazed, and walked straight toward the sealing net.

Lin Yan roared inwardly and reached out to stop him, but it was too late.

Ah Jiu's arm bumped into a seal without her even realizing it.

Lin Yan closed his eyes in despair.

It’s over.

Lin Yan was already preparing to summon the authority, and he also needed to call for help in the group chat, as he felt that even with two authority, he couldn't defeat this weirdo.

"Rustling sound————"

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This is the voice Lin Yan imagined.

The expected backlash from the rules didn't happen; instead, he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

The seal turned into powder the moment it touched Ah Jiu's arm, without even moving, and scattered into the air.

Ah Jiu, however, still looked somewhat confused.

She glanced at the speck of white dust on her arm and casually patted it off.

"Rustling sound————————"

She continued walking forward, and every seal she touched was exactly the same.

A safe passage wide enough for a horse to run across was carved out by this seemingly frail girl using her own body.

Lin Yan stood there, watching A Jiu dust herself off and walk up to him.

If you do this, what about my previous contortion performance?

Chu Chu's constitution is truly unreasonable; she can even be immune to this level of bizarre occurrences. It's truly abnormal.

"Big brother, I'm here."

Ah Jiu mimicked Lin Yan's lip-reading, her eyes sparkling as if seeking praise from Lin Yan.

Lin Yan had mixed feelings, but still patted her head to encourage her.

You make me look silly, Little Ajiu.

After passing through the sealing net, the journey went smoothly, and finally, the two pushed open the office door.

This is a typical 1980s-style office.

It looked like it had been in a fire; there were charred marks everywhere.

Several posters with burnt edges were pasted on the wall, depicting several long-haired young men screaming wildly.

He looks like a rock musician.

There was a desk in the middle, half of which had been burned, with several melted cassette tapes and a diary scattered on it.

The words "Diary" were written on it.

These days, who's a decent person who keeps a diary, let alone uses a special notebook for it?

Lin Yan walked over and opened the diary.

On [Date], 198X, it was cloudy.

They say our music is noise, it's spiritual pollution.

The old man smashed my bass.

But why should people have to live quietly? This lifeless jar needs to be smashed by someone!

Part of the date had been deliberately crossed out. Lin Yan frowned. This was actually from the last century?

On [Date], 198X, it rained heavily.

The performance was ruined again.

They drove us into this dilapidated factory.

It's okay. As long as there's still electricity and we can still strum the strings, our voices will never die.

Fire on [Date]! A huge fire! The door was locked!

Help! It's so hot!

Water, come save us—why—why can't we make a sound—

The diary ends here.

The last page only showed a large hole burned through it.

Lin Yan closed her diary, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

He turned his head and looked out the window, at the nun who was nailed to the gears, and at the phantom opposite her.

The two are clearly opposed to each other.

Even someone as thick-skinned as the nun never spoke about her past life in the group chat.

This is taboo for the bizarre.

However, if this diary is related to the nun—

It seems quite reasonable that a rock musician who longed to make his voice heard in life would be transformed into a bizarre heavy metal artist after his death.

The one opposite her seemed more like a stern law enforcer, forcibly erasing all the noise with seals.

"Perhaps this phantom judge wasn't brought by the nun."

Lin Yan secretly speculated in his heart.

If this were the nun's own domain, she wouldn't have gotten herself into such a sorry state.

The judge's phantom image seemed more like a nemesis, specifically designed to suppress her and confront her.

"You want to speak up, but it insists you shut up."

Lin Yan looked at the blood-soaked seals on the nun's lips.

"You're lucky to have met someone as kind and righteous as me."

"For the sake of your recitation of the Great Compassion Mantra back then, I will save you this time as well."

Sigh, I'm always too soft-hearted.

Lin Yan walked around the office and noticed several solid steel pipes scattered in the corner.

But I need to go out first and bring more people over.

Thinking this, Lin Yan casually tucked the diary into his pocket and then bent down to pick up a steel pipe.

Just as he touched the steel pipe.

A faint sound echoed from outside the corridor.

Lin Yan turned his head abruptly, and there were other things here.

And it made a sound, so why didn't it trigger the rules?

He pulled Ah Jiu quietly to the window and looked outside.

Three figures appeared in the second-floor corridor at some point, each dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit, very much in the style of the 80s.

Their faces were covered with gray and white tape, completely obscuring their features.

Holding a large black iron ruler in his hand, he walked stiffly but quickly, feeling his way down the corridor from room to room.

There were no footsteps; the sound just now was the friction of the seal.

Damn it, I knew it!

How could such a bizarre place not have underlings patrolling?

They must have discovered the sealing netting that Ajiu had broken in the second-floor corridor and were about to come and search for people.

Lin Yan's palms were sweating. These three guys were easy to deal with, but the problem was how to do it without alerting the big guy outside.

He drew his military knife and shielded Ajiu behind him.

If he were trapped in this small, dilapidated house, unable to make a sound or call for help, he would definitely have his throat smashed by these three guys with iron rulers if he relied solely on hand-to-hand combat.

They must be lured away!

Lin Yan looked at the several boxes of melted cassette tapes.

He had a sudden inspiration and mentally prepared the narration.

"Get to work! See that metal filing cabinet by the door?"

"Look, I see it!" the narrator stammered, as timid as ever.

"Tell me! That filing cabinet was in disrepair for years, and a crucial screw suddenly broke, causing the cabinet door to crash into the hallway railing outside!"

"receive!"

Just as the three faceless enforcers were about to reach the office door...

"Look closely!"

The narrator's voice echoed in Lin Yan's mind.

The filing cabinet door next to the main entrance opened by itself!

"Clang!"

In this absolutely silent place, that crisp sound was comparable to playing TikTok on a loudspeaker in a library.