Chapter 66: Another Ordinary and Warm Night

Chapter 66: Another Ordinary and Warm Night

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Completely soaked, Xuan Wen bore the weight of Gao Ming on her shoulder as they made their laborious journey through the slippery, mud-caked path. The darkness of the night seemed unending before them.

“Should I take over and carry you instead?” Gao Ming offered.

“We’re almost at our destination,” Xuan Wen reassured.

The relentless rain whipped against their figures, making them appear almost trivial against the backdrop of the vast, enveloping night. The light they carried trembled in their grasp, its faint glow threatening to extinguish at any moment under the onslaught of the downpour.

Eventually, Xuan Wen maneuvered an electric scooter from its hiding spot behind a tree located at a crossroad. Gesturing to the rear seat, she encouraged Gao Ming, “Come on, quickly!”

Mounting the scooter, Gao Ming exclaimed, “I never imagined you’d escort me home in this manner.” Holding onto the scooter’s backrest firmly, he asked curiously, “Do people of the shadow world also use electric scooters for transportation?”

Xuan Wen, spitting out the rain that had filled her mouth, explained while fixing her gaze on Gao Ming, “The main roads are inaccessible; larger vehicles can’t make it through.” She then instructed, “Hand over the raincoat and tuck yourself into the back.”

“Alright, as you wish,” Gao Ming complied.

After they exchanged raincoats, Gao Ming childishly lifted the back of his raincoat over his head for extra cover.

“You’re getting soaked at the back,” Xuan Wen observed.

“I’m painfully aware of it!” Gao Ming retorted.

As they navigated, the scooter bumped and jerked along the shadow-enshrouded outskirts and into a city devoid of light.

The city appeared lifeless and deserted as if they were the sole survivors in a post-apocalyptic world.

Reaching Li Jing Apartment around midnight, Xuan Wen dropped off Gao Ming, looking utterly exhausted as though the journey had sapped half her life force.

“Why don’t you come upstairs? I can lend you some clean clothes,” Gao Ming suggested, grasping Xuan Wen’s arm. “My place is empty at the moment, but my parents might return later with a surplus of cake, more than I can handle alone.”This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

“Is this your first time inviting a member of the opposite sex over? What a feeble attempt at an invitation,” Xuan Wen quipped, shrugging off Gao Ming’s hand. She then redonned her muddy raincoat and climbed back onto the scooter.

As Xuan Wen prepared to depart, Gao Ming called out hastily, “Xuan Wen!”

“What’s the matter?” she inquired.

“Don’t proceed with your plan to eliminate the other eight female characters in the game,” Gao Ming implored.

Xuan Wen turned slowly, her usually hidden intentions now exposed, “I’m just heading home.”

Gao Ming, grasping the rear of the scooter, looked intently into Xuan Wen’s eyes and warned, “Those actions will inflict scars on you that won’t ever heal. They’ll haunt you for the rest of your life, and eventually, they will be the cause of your demise!”

Seeing Gao Ming’s reluctance to let go, Xuan Wen’s expression shifted, and she asked, “Why does it matter to you?”

Standing resolutely in the torrential rain, Gao Ming spoke with sincerity, “If it’s within my power, I care about you.”

“I know you both care for me deeply, but I’m pressed for time right now,” Gao Ming spoke to his parents, his voice tinged with a mix of urgency and sadness.

Amidst this tense atmosphere, a subtle scent of meat permeated the air, and the lights in the house began to flicker uncertainly. Gao Ming understood that the power his parents wielded in this realm was limited, yet they seemed indomitable in their eerie persistence.

Resolutely, Gao Ming restrained these strange, altered versions of his parents, confining them to the bedroom. He then methodically repeated this process upon opening the living room door.

With each iteration, the number of candles adorning the cake incrementally increased. The game of fostering familial bonds, which previously took three days to complete, was now accomplished in a mere three hours.

Finally, the sound-activated light in the stairwell flickered to life, banishing the encroaching shadows and causing his parents to vanish, leaving behind only a memorial photo on the bedroom floor.

Gao Ming studied the familiar photo, feeling a surreal detachment. He read the inscription on the back once again, “To my dear child: You are an adult at eighteen. From today, you are the new head of the family, and you will have the key to open our home.”

“Our home exists in a realm between reality and non-reality... as the head of the family...”

The message on the photo slightly echoed the words of the stranger he encountered in the tunnel, yet the underlying meanings diverged significantly.

The tunnel stranger seemed to imply that Gao Ming’s life was a product of fate, urging him to become a guardian of the city, leading the living to avert the rise of uncontrollable horrors.

However, the inscription on the photo simply informed Gao Ming of the location of his familial home, emphasizing his new role as the family’s leader and his newfound autonomy.

Weighing the two messages, Gao Ming found himself more inclined to trust the words inscribed on the photo.

As the clock chimed in the background, Gao Ming slid the photo into his backpack, his resolve firming. “One step at a time. First, save those who need to be saved, then go after those who deserve retribution!”

The name Situ An flashed ominously in his mind, and a surge of determination filled his eyes, now tinged with bloodshot lines.

“The most dangerous individual must be confronted first.”

Donning his raincoat, Gao Ming hastily gathered the sedatives and other medications before descending the stairs with purpose.

He plunged into the relentless downpour, intent on reaching Building 2 to find Zhao Xi. However, his course abruptly halted when he spotted a familiar silhouette in the courtyard of the apartment complex.

The figure was stealthily maneuvering, positioning himself outside a first-floor balcony.

Bathed in the pouring rain, Gao Ming watched intently as the individual peered through the heavily rusted security net, fixated on the sleeping woman inside.

Gao Ming’s throat tightened as he observed the stalker’s body language — pupils dilated, fingers quivering with a mix of anticipation and unease.

His mind was swirling with wild, feverish excitement, his fingers clenching the edge of the security net with an intensity that betrayed his inability to control his emotions. This wasn’t his first time here; in fact, every time the night skies opened up and the rain poured down, he found himself irresistibly drawn to this very spot.

His eyes were locked onto the cozy and neatly arranged interior of the room, a stark contrast to the dark, chaotic desires swirling within him. An overwhelming urge to shatter this serene tableau consumed him, the anticipation of the destruction feeding his growing eagerness.

With deliberate, almost ritualistic movements, he opened his toolkit and carefully extracted the tools of his sinister intent. The pounding rain outside provided a natural cover, muffling the sounds of his preparations. His gaze never wavered from the woman inside the room, his smile twisting into a grotesque representation of joy, increasingly malevolent and unsettling.

“Sleep well, have a good sleep. This should be your last warm night,” he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible above the rain.

“Qi Yan?”

The sudden sound of his name, spoken so close it was as if the speaker was whispering directly into his ear, jolted him. The unexpected intrusion into his private, dark reverie caught him off guard, the unfamiliarity of the voice sending a shock through his already heightened senses.