Global Collapse Chapter 104: The Daytime is Too Unsafe [First Order Requeste

Gu Mian had noticed so issues, but Fatty was still sowhat in the dark.

Chu Changge lowered his voice. "Just now, Zhao Lei said it was his first ti seeing a snowstorm block the mountain, but later he ntioned that others like us had been trapped in the mountains by heavy snow for a long ti."

If this was his first ti seeing the mountains closed by a snowstorm, then how were the previous people trapped?

After hearing this, Fatty understood. "You an... he’s lying?"

Otherwise, no one was ever trapped before. Or there had been heavy snow blocking the mountains in the past.

But what would be the point of Zhao Lei lying about this?

"No." Chu Changge slowly shook his head. "I think it’s more likely he has a mory discrepancy rather than him lying. If he were lying, the lie would be too crude."

Zhao Lei rembered never having seen heavy snow blocking the mountains, but he also rembered people being trapped and unable to leave due to heavy snow.

So how did this mory discrepancy form?

"There are a few more questions besides this one..." Chu Changge continued.

"Why did Zhao Lei’s father, Zhao Guanhai, disappear?"

"Why is there a backward-ticking clock here?"

"Where exactly does that eerie feeling, present since we entered, co from?"

Zhao Lei was a heavyweight NPC in this instance. Gu Mian didn’t believe that his father, Zhao Guanhai, disappeared by coincidence.

Gu Mian said, touching his chin, "Regardless, I know that in supernatural stories, disappearance usually equates to death."

He added, "It’s probably the sa in this Mysterious Dungeon."

"Yes," Chu Changge nodded. "Considering the ’Escape from Terror Manor’ task provided by the instance, a ghost will likely appear to chase us. That ghost could very well be Zhao Guanhai."

Fatty nodded in partial understanding. "So, you an we should pay attention to things related to Zhao Guanhai in this instance?"

"Exactly," Chu Changge said. "We also need to keep an eye on Zhao Lei. After all, he’s quite suspicious. He might even be the ghost."

Zhao Lei did look rather weak, and his mory seed to have discrepancies again.

After all, a ghost disguised as a person would likely do so perfectly.

"Let’s put aside the question of who the ghost is for now," Chu Changge said, glancing out the window as he spoke. "Let’s talk about the clues at hand."

The bedroom windows here were quite large, so large that Fatty feared a ghost might climb in through one.

Because the windows were so large, the room was very well-lit, and one could see the sky at a glance.

The sky was still gray, filled with dark clouds, and the sun was nowhere to be found. Gu Mian estimated that in this weather, even washing a pair of underwear would take many days to dry.

"You should have all seen the backward-ticking clock." Chu Changge averted his gaze from the window.

Gu Mian nodded slightly. If the clock were broken, it should have stopped. For it to run backward was truly beyond his expectations.

"I’ve noticed that apart from that clock, there’s nothing else in this building to tell the ti," Chu Changge continued. "Even the sun is hidden, making it impossible to estimate the exact ti."

Hearing this, Fatty discerned sothing more. "Brother Chu, are you suggesting that our ti is now going backward?"

The mont they entered the house, ti had started to flow backward, which was why they had such a peculiar feeling. Because of this ti reversal, every event that had previously happened in this house would reappear before their eyes. This is what Fatty was thinking.

Chu Changge didn’t deny this. "There’s a chance of that, although it’s not high. I think there might be other possibilities, but we need to find more clues here."

Although the sun in the sky was blocked, Gu Mian still sensed that night was approaching.

He suddenly spoke. "Dayti is too dangerous. Let’s move at night."

After all, Zhao Lei was still outside. If they went out and rummaged through his house now, it would definitely arouse suspicion.

Fatty’s expression twisted. "Listen to yourself! Is that sothing a human would say?"

The other three, apart from them, clearly weren’t as perceptive as Gu Mian. The couple’s room and the study on the second floor were adjacent.

Gu Mian noticed them standing in the hallway, whispering as if discussing sothing.

Brother Mobile was also coming up the stairs, apparently holding sothing and looking sneaky.

Gu Mian then looked at Chu Changge. "Are you sleeping on the first floor tonight?"

The first floor seed a bit risky; after all, Zhao Lei was still an unknown.

Chu Changge pushed up his glasses. "Yes, I can see Zhao Lei’s door from my peephole, so I can observe him. Your doors have peepholes too, right?"

They did, of course.

Fatty’s door faced one of the staircases. If anyone used those stairs to go up, he would definitely see them.

Gu Mian’s room was more secluded; he could only see the door to Fatty’s room, which was adjacent to his.

Fatty bragged, "As long as I’m in the Doctor’s line of sight, I feel like I won’t die."

Gu Mian didn’t hesitate to throw cold water on his hopes. "In the last instance, I watched you die."

Fatty shut his mouth.

The three of them were in Fatty’s room, with no imdiate plans to go downstairs.

Gu Mian noticed the peculiar furnishings in Fatty’s room.

A writing desk was pressed close to the bed, the kind instantly recognizable as belonging to a middle or high school student.

On the desk was a particularly old computer, its screen almost the size of a laptop’s. It was so shabby that even a junk collector would probably scorn it.

Fatty looked at the computer. "I tried it, but I couldn’t get it to turn on. Maybe it needs so condition to be unlocked?"

Gu Mian turned his gaze elsewhere.

A giant wardrobe faced the bed, with a full-length mirror mounted on the inside of one of its doors.

Fatty found the mirror too creepy, so he had covered it with a piece of cloth. Behind the other wardrobe doors was a pile of student clothes.

Among them were also a few out-of-place, non-mainstream clothes. Gu Mian saw several flamboyant jackets hanging there.

One particularly eye-catching item was a short, black leather jacket, its front covered with stud-like objects.

"This jacket really isn’t my style," Fatty said, fiddling with it.

Fiddling with it, he realized the jacket seed to have been torn and then nded with black thread down the middle.

Gu Mian touched his chin. "I guess this was Zhao Lei’s room when he was in middle school."

It seed Zhao Lei had a rebellious streak in his teens.

The room Gu Mian had selected was quite normal, like an average adult’s room, devoid of any flashy decorations.

At this point, however, Chu Changge wore an odd expression. "Speaking of which, if this was Zhao Lei’s room when he was in middle school, then it seems my room was his when he was in university or as an adult."

"I saw photos of him and his girlfriend in my room. In the photos, Zhao Lei looks to be around twenty-one or twenty-two. There’s also a broken phone in the drawer, but it won’t turn on."

Fatty raised an eyebrow. "So, Zhao Lei has lived in every single room here at so point?"

This was indeed strange.