Chapter 0042: Evaporation
I turned on the light in the room, the dim light came on, and the woman's true face was eye-catching.
She has an oval face, almond eyes, a beautiful nose, long legs, a thin but not skinny body, neat and capable short hair, and a heroic look between her eyebrows.
She is pretty, but her expression is very cold.
"Before I tell you, you have to answer me a question." I looked at her with a smile, "You are the one who searched my shop today, right?"
The short-haired beauty was stunned for a moment, then admitted frankly: "It's me!"
"So, don't try to lie to me. I already know everything about you!"
"Who are you to Song Yalan? Why are you so nervous about her news?"
"She is my sister."
"She is your sister? Your last name is also Song?" This time it was my turn to be stunned.
“My name is Zhan Lan, Zhan for battle, Lan for blue sky… Don’t look at me like that, she is not my biological sister but she is better than my biological sister!” said the short-haired beauty fiercely.
"So you'd better explain everything clearly, otherwise I will never let you walk out of here alive!"
"I just think this surname is quite rare. She's a pretty girl, so please don't be so quick to call for violence."
I was thinking about how to explain to her clearly how I met Sister Hong, no, Song Yalan, without exposing the ghost story live broadcast room.
"I believe you already know who I am." After carefully considering my words, I spoke.
"Nonsense, you're just a charlatan!" Zhan Lan said coldly.
"About ten days ago, your sister came to my shop and asked me a very strange question." I said slowly, "She asked: What is the scariest thing for ?"
"She also said that she had lost her memory and couldn't remember who she was. It seemed that no one around her remembered her. For her, this was the most terrifying thing."
"I'm not a doctor and couldn't help her, so she left."
Zhan Lan's face changed, and she looked sad: "Not long before she disappeared, she asked me if I would forget her existence one day."
" If I had noticed this, would things have been different?"
"People don't have the ability to predict the future." I lit a cigarette and sat on the dusty bed. "Like me, I didn't expect to run into your sister here for the second time."
"Why did she come here? I heard that this Eight Immortals Bun Shop has some scary rumors, and the owner of the bun shop is very likely a perverted murderer."
"I can't answer this question for you either. I came here for something that night and booked a room. I just happened to run into your sister there."
"What a coincidence, didn't you do it on purpose?" Zhan Lan was very suspicious. He stared at me sharply with his bright eyes, as if he wanted to see through me.
"Listen to me first." I blew out a puff of smoke and recounted the entire story of how Song Yalan was possessed that night. Of course, I omitted the live broadcast part.
This heroic and beautiful girl is very smart, and her made-up excuses can easily be seen through, so the best way is to selectively tell the truth.
"She broke into your room? And was possessed? Can you be any better at making up lies?" Zhan Lan took out her sharp dagger again, with my blood still on the blade.
I touched my neck and said, "Girl, there are many mysterious and unknown things in this world. Just because you haven't encountered them before doesn't mean they don't exist."
"She escaped from the bun shop before me. I found a bunch of keys on the ground. They belonged to Yunhui Yayuan. Out of curiosity, of course I had to investigate."
"So what did you find out?"
"It's a very strange phenomenon. There are clear signs of someone living in the house, but the security guard of the community said that the house has always been empty and has never been sold."
Zhan Lan was not surprised to hear this, as if he had known it for a long time.
"Only this?"
"This is the diary I found in her house." I clicked on the photo I took with my phone and handed it to Zhan Lan.
In the photo, the bloodstains on the diary still look shocking, and the trembling handwriting clearly reveals the pain of the person who wrote it.
"The thing I fear most has finally happened. What should I do?"
"It's her handwriting!" Looking at the photo, Zhan Lan's hands were shaking, and her pretty face showed great sadness and confusion.
"What she fears most is being forgotten, but why would everyone forget her?"
I didn't say anything, just thought silently.
"A perfectly good person suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth! No one except me remembered her existence, including her parents. Photos and all traces of her life disappeared, as if this person had never existed in the world."
"I asked everyone and looked for all the clues, and found that you had been in her house. I tried every possible way and finally found your house."
"But you told me that you didn't know where she went."
Zhan Lan's words sounded unbelievable.
But it made me suddenly understand something that I had never understood before.
The security guards of Yunhui Yayuan did not lie, but they forgot about Song Yalan's existence.
Similarly, Song Zhujun on the 17th floor did not have auditory hallucinations. Although she did not remember Song Yalan, the sounds of the activities upstairs remained in her memory.
