Transtor: der Transtions

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  At this point, Fan Li, who had boarded the bus first, realized that Jiang g and the chubby man hadn’t followed. He turned around, looking at them with a strange expression.

  But the chubby man had no time to care about him now. He noticed that ductor Zheng was log eyes with Jiang g, and his face was being increasingly grim, his gaze growing more malicious.

  A few more seds passed, and without any a from the driver, the door suddenly smmed shut with a loud "bang."

  The speed of it startled the chubby man.

  The bus quickly drove off, leaving only two deep tire tracks on the ground.

  "Something's wrong! This is wrong!" The chubby man, terrified by ductor Zheng’s gaze, was trembling all over. paring the current situation to what happened with Sister Nuan, he suddenly shouted in deyed realization, "This is a trap! ductor Zheng isn’t humaher; he’s a ghost!"

  Jiang g ignored him, only watg the bus disappear into the distance, shaking his head slightly.

  Back at the vil, Jiang g went straight to the iron door leading to the third floor. The chubby man wao ask Jiang g several questions but didn't have the ce to open his mouth.

  Jiang g reached out, and the iron door uedly opened.

  It wasn’t that Jiang g had pushed it open; a hand from inside had turhe lod pulled the door open.

  "It’s you!"

  As the door opehe chubby man excimed in shock.

  Standing behind the door was Xiaomeng, still looking as i and harmless as ever. She opehe door, Jiang g stepped in first, and after a moment of hesitation, the chubby man followed.

  Just as Sister Nuan had said, the third floor was indeed a dark room, with no windows. The only light came from two thick white dles, each the size of a baby’s arm.

  By the faint dlelight, they could see that the room was quite rge, even bigger than the master bedroom. Several meters away, embedded in the wall, ure bck iron door.

  Upon seeing this iron door, the chubby man finally rexed pletely.

  The bck iron dave him an inexplicable, eerie feeling—ohat couldn’t be faked.

  "I’m curious, how did you realize it was a trap?" Xiaomeng sat in a chair, resting her on one hand while casually pointing toward the back of the vil with the other.

  She didn’t seem nervous at all. In fact, there was a hint of excitement in her eyes—not directed at the chubby man, but at Jiang g.

  Jiang g sat in the chair opposite her, looking at her as he spoke, "Although your setup was ving—you left a rope oairs, cut the rope ie room, and hid it behind the firewood to create the illusion that you all escaped through the back door."

  "But uzzled me was, if you had already left, why did the ghost impersonating Sister Nuan still appear in your bedroom? That didn’t make sense."

  "Also, your master bedroom had beeiculously ed. I couldn't think of any reason why a ghost would o do that."

  Xiaomeng smiled, "But after all that, you were still tricked into leaving the vil. You just didn’t get on that bus at the st moment."

  Jiang g shook his head, "You’re wrong."

  "Oh?" Xiaomeng was surprised, "What’s wrong?"

  She thought Jiang g was just being stubborn, like a dead duck still trying tue. It had been a long time since she’d met someohis iing in the dream world.

  "There are three things wrong. First, I wasn’t tricked into leaving the vil; I went willingly."

  Jiang g then expined, "There were tire tracks left in the muddy ground behind the vil, but no footprints from where you supposedly walked. So, you never left the vil—this was all a ruse."

  "Sed, only you were deceiving us, because Sister Nuan is already dead."

  As he spoke, he took something the size of a from his pocket and tossed it in front of Xiaomeng, whose smile had faded by more than half.

  It was a button.

  Square-shaped, made of tortoiseshell, and quite rare.

  "I found it in the master bedroom. When I found it, there were still broken threads attached to it," Jiang g said. "If I remember correctly, it belongs to Sister Nuan's coat."

  "I think when I reached your room’s door, that ghost had just killed Sister Nuan. Duriruggle, this button flew off, and after the ghost left, you ed up the room to prevent us from disc that Sister Nuan was killed by the ghost, creating the illusion that you two had already escaped the mission."

  Jiang g stopped talking after this.

  The smile on Xiaomeng's face had pletely disappeared. After a moment, she asked in a deep voice, "What's the third point?"

  "The third point is also the most important one." Jiang g sat upright, his gaze steady. Eve guy standing beside them couldn’t help but feel tense.

  "I want to know... who gave this ugly, short, self-righteous, dumb, and ft-chested woman the ce to plot against me?" he said, staring at Xiaomeng.

  The fat guy froze. He knew Jiang g was an uable person, but he didn't expect him to be this sharp-tongued.

  Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Xiaomeng opened her mouth wide, uo utter a single word.

  "Alright," Jiang g retracted his neck, leaned bafortably in his chair, and lifted his . "Now, I ask, you answer."

  "Answer your sister!"*

  Xiaomeng grabbed the por bottle beside her and threw it, but Jiang g dodged it with just a tilt of his head. Her face flushed red, and it looked like she was ready to fight him.

  After dodging, Jiang g calmly said, "I advise you to think carefully. This is a locked room, and it's just the two of us—alone. If you don't cooperate with me, something very unfriendly might happen."

  Xiaomeng sneered, "You're threatening me?"

  The fat guy licked his lips and interrupted, "Hey brother, you're not the only man here. There's me too."

  Jiang g g the fat guy and tinued speaking to Xiaomeng, "Right, there’s a fat guy here too. Think it over."

  Xiaomeng's face gradually turned pale. She quickly g the iron door behind her, but Jiang g’s voice came again, "Don’t think about running. That door is 5 meters away from you, but I’m only 3 meters away. Catg you would be a piece of cake."

  Xiaomeng was so furious that she ughed. "There's less than 10 minutes before the door opens. I don't believe you'll do anything!"

  Jiang g stroked his , as if suddenly enlightened, "Oh, there are still 10 minutes, huh." He stood up, revealing a meaningful smile. "It won't take that long. 30 seds is enough."

  The fat guy suddenly widened his eyes.

  Xiaomeng ched her fists tightly, her body trembliher fre or fear. After a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "What do you want to ask? Hurry up."

  Jiang g smacked his lips and sat back down, looking somewhat regretful.

  "How did you open that door?"

  Xiaomeng gred at him fiercely and snapped, "After you left yesterday, the ghost that killed Sister Nuan dragged her body in here. I followed it inside."

  (End of the Chapter)

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