After settling down in Dalami City, Old John took out the papyrus and iron gall ink he had packed from the gas station and continued experinting on the paper, trying to decipher the text in Everly’s photograph.
When he grew tired of research, he would step out of the room and use the materials he had gathered to repair Everly’s Grand Cherokee, which had suffered so minor damage during the campus shooting incident. He would also take the opportunity to improve the car’s performance, using the work to clear his mind.
As for Rebecca, she was the kind of person who couldn’t sit still. After wandering around the city for a bit, she quickly found a busy flea market, returned to her old trade, and started setting up a stall to do fortune-telling.
In short, both of them adapted well to life in the new city and kept themselves quite busy.
With that, Everly could finally return to school with peace of mind and continue her studies.
From Monday to Friday, she and Misha attended classes as usual, using their free ti to write reports and papers. On weekends, the two of them would move to the small cabin. During the day, Misha would go to work, while Everly stayed behind—tinkering with the car alongside Old John, or wandering through the birch forest, reviewing so of the wilderness survival skills she had learned in the past.
Two months passed in the blink of an eye. From November to the end of December, everything around Everly remained unusually calm—not a single strange incident occurred… though, perhaps things were happening quietly in places she couldn’t see, in ways that didn’t affect her. After all, during final exams, there were inexplicably a few more empty seats in the exam hall.
But then again, this was a university. In eight out of ten horror movies, reckless Arican college students end up as the main characters, so a higher body count was hardly unexpected.
Everly had long since learned to turn a blind eye to suffering that had nothing to do with her. Once exams were over, she and Misha smoothly switched modes—from student life straight into winter vacation.
Misha wasn’t an only child—she had older brothers and sisters, as well as a younger brother. Since winter break wasn’t very long to begin with, and seeing that Everly wasn’t going ho, she thought it over and decided to stay in Dalami City as well, moving into the ranger’s cabin with Everly.
The cabin had two floors, and after clearing out so unnecessary clutter, it was just right for four people to live in comfortably.
Around this ti, after nearly a full sester of work, Old John had finally finished deciphering the text on the note.
He handed the decoded version to Everly. She gave it a quick glance—and imdiately felt her vision go dark. She couldn’t understand it at all, and realized that figuring out its aning would require a lot more effort.
Worried that her grandfather might piece together from small clues that she was searching for the Fountain of Youth, she quickly took a photo of the text and tucked it into her notebook, planning to deal with it later—after the sester started and her grandfather had returned to the gas station.
There were still nearly two years before the transit of Venus, so that matter could wait. What mattered more right now was: how should they spend the upcoming winter break?
They had been busy with school before, but now that vacation had begun, Everly and Misha naturally wanted to play the role of good hosts and take Old John and Rebecca out to enjoy the area. After all, it wouldn’t make sense for them to travel such a long distance for nothing.
As for what special activities Dalami City had to offer…
“Of course—skiing!” At the ntion of it, Rebecca instantly beca excited and held up her tablet high for everyone to see.
On the screen was an aerial view of a ski resort.
Rebecca was absolutely right.
New Osebuch State was located in the northeastern corner of the country, at a relatively high latitude, surrounded by several mountain ranges. From open vantage points in Dalami City, looking east and north, you could see rolling stretches of white, snow-covered mountains. Even during the heat of sumr, their peaks remained blanketed in snow.
With such favorable geography, it was only natural that the state’s most developed industry was winter tourism.
Not just Rebecca—Misha and Old John were clearly interested in the idea of skiing as well. After all, strictly speaking, all four of them ca from lower-latitude southern regions. There were mountains, and it did snow in winter, but the thin layer of snow there was barely enough even to build a snowman. Skiing had always been sothing they only saw on TV or in magazines.
Truthfully, if it weren’t for Everly’s slight wariness of “snowy mountains”—a setting often favored in horror stories—she herself would have wanted to try skiing too. I an, it’s skiing! Watching people on TV glide down snowy slopes with agility and grace, like dragons in motion—it just looked incredibly cool.
But now… one vote, two votes, three votes—since everyone except her wanted to go skiing in the mountains, then so be it! She couldn’t avoid everything just because of potential danger. If she did, life would be pretty aningless.
With the decision made, the next questions were where to go skiing, when to go, and what to bring.
About 46 kiloters from downtown Dalami City, on Mount Nathanjoya, there was a ski resort called Pence Ski Resort, which claid to host tens of thousands of visitors each year. The image Rebecca had shown earlier was its promotional picture.
Pence Ski Resort was the closest ski resort to Dalami City. Everly pulled out her phone and searched online for information about it.
Originally, the place had just been a snowy slope. Because of its gentle incline, thick snow cover, and lack of exposed rocks or ice, locals used to climb up there in winter just to ski for fun.
Later, soone spotted a business opportunity and signed an agreent with the governnt, enclosing the surrounding land and developing it into a full-fledged ski resort. Around Pence Ski Resort, they built souvenir shops, mountain restaurants, ski lodges, and many other facilities—and overall, the online reviews were quite good.
After looking into it, Everly found that Pence Ski Resort was relatively “clean.” There had been no bloody murder cases, nor any sightings of mysterious creatures like yetis. It was simply a mid-sized ski resort. Aside from a few inexperienced skiers ending up in the hospital each year with fractures from falls, there were basically no negative rumors surrounding it.
By comparison, it was actually Mount Nathanjoya—the mountain where the resort was located—that had more troubling stories.
Mount Nathanjoya was a mountain range stretching east to west. Starting from the western foothills, crossing the glacier at the summit, passing over a 2,000-ter mountain pass, and then following the ridge down to the eastern foothills—this entire route was considered one of the “three most magnificent snow mountain trekking routes in the United States” within mountaineering circles. It attracted a large number of outdoor hiking enthusiasts eager to take on the challenge.
But mountaineering was no trivial matter. Many people were drawn in by the breathtaking scenery shown in docuntaries, yet ignored the complex and ever-changing weather at the summit and the rugged, dangerous terrain. Without sufficient preparation—or even proper training—they rashly attempted the route, only to lose their lives to hypothermia, falls, or other accidents.
A quick search online turned up nurous cases of deaths and disappearances related to the Nathanjoya route.
The most recent one had happened not long ago: three hiking enthusiasts had planned to traverse the route in winter but lost contact midway. Their worried families contacted a rescue team to search the mountain. However, due to strong winds at the summit and the difficulty of the operation, the rescue team was still hesitating and had yet to set out.
When Everly first ca across these reports, she felt instinctively resistant.
A mountain where so many people had died—no matter how or why—it simply didn’t give a good feeling.
So she set aside Pence Ski Resort and went on to investigate three other ski resorts within a 200-kiloter radius… only to discover that situations like Mount Nathanjoya were far from unique.
Most ski resorts are built on mountain slopes or at the base of snowy mountains. But those hiking enthusiasts were basically like they had so kind of system that scread, “If I don’t conquer every snow mountain in existence I will explode.” They climbed one mountain after another, and the more difficult the peak, the more it fueled their determination and desire to challenge it. Over ti, the snow mountains around Dalami City had essentially beco resting places for countless “fallen heroes” of mountaineering.
The three alternative ski resorts Everly found included two built on mountain slopes, which suffered from issues similar to Pence Ski Resort. The third was an artificial ski resort, where the slopes were simply constructed by piling up earth. At least there, no one would go “hiking” and lose their life on the way up the hill.
But after digging a little deeper, Everly discovered that this artificial ski resort seed to be under so kind of curse. Ever since it was built, soone had died there every year—always skiers who inexplicably fell, suffered skull fractures, and died. And this year’s “unlucky one” had not yet appeared…
At this rate, it was better to just go to Pence Ski Resort.
The other ski resorts were often over a hundred kiloters away from Dalami City. In winter, the roads were covered in snow and ice. Even with anti-slip tires, long-distance driving wasn’t easy. If they ran into trouble on the road—like bandits or sothing—they wouldn’t be able to escape far.
Compared to that, Pence Ski Resort at least had the advantage of proximity.
After confirming the destination, the next step was planning the travel schedule.
Even Pence Ski Resort was 46 kiloters from Dalami City. Normally, that distance wasn’t a problem—a full-speed drive would take less than an hour. But in winter, New Osebuch State was constantly snowing almost everywhere. Even though snowplows were operating continuously, road conditions were still terrible. Driving too fast could easily cause the car to skid.
In that case, what should have been a one-hour drive might end up taking three or four hours. Round trip alone would already take up most of the day. Add in breaks and lunch, and after subtracting all that, if they went and returned the sa day, the actual ti they could spend at the ski resort would be a pitiful three hours at most—barely enough to enjoy anything properly.
If they were going to a ski resort, of course they should experience everything they wanted to try!
“How about booking a room at a mountain lodge?” Misha suggested. “We can go in the morning, ski in the afternoon, stay at the lodge at night, then ski again the next morning. If we’ve had enough, we co back; if not, we stay another night.”
“That could work… but it’s peak travel season right now. Can we even still get rooms at places nearby?”
That question imdiately deflated everyone’s enthusiasm.
Just like China’s May Day and National Day travel peaks in her previous life, Aricans also loved to travel in groups around Thanksgiving and during the Christmas-to-New-Year holiday period. During this ti, if you didn’t book in advance, it was basically impossible to find a room.
As expected, after calling every lodge and hotel around the ski resort, the result was the sa: from December 23 to January 1, almost every place was fully booked.
By the end of the calls, Everly had already given up and was preparing to check again after the January 2 return rush had passed.
But just as she was about to hang up, the hotel receptionist on the other end hesitated for a mont—and then told her that they actually had three rooms available and could accept guests at any ti.
Hearing this, Everly did not feel happy.
Instead, she instantly beca alert.
Sothing felt… suspicious.
According to the map, that hotel was located halfway up the mountain, less than two kiloters in a straight line from the ski resort. With such convenient access, those rooms should have been booked long ago. So why were there still three left?
Also, the receptionist’s reaction was strange. A room was either available or it wasn’t—there was no reason to hesitate like that. Yet they had paused for a long ti before finally saying there were rooms available. It felt like they were hiding sothing…
While keeping her suspicions to herself, Everly pretended nothing was wrong and asked curiously, “Why are there vacant rooms? I an, your hotel is so close to the ski resort—shouldn’t everything be booked out by now?”
“It was fully booked, actually, but…” the receptionist sounded hesitant.
“What is it? Is there sothing wrong with the rooms?”
“Well… uh…” The receptionist seed unable to hold out under the questioning and finally sighed. “Normally I shouldn’t disclose guest privacy, but… sigh. Miss, have you heard that recently three hikers attempted to traverse Mount Nathanjoya and went missing halfway through?”
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