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  “How is it?” The Fatty jogged over and asked Jiang g, “Is everything going smoothly?”

  Jiang g was silent for a few seds before suddenly asking, “How long have I been gohis time?”

  The Fatty thought for a moment. “About 20 minutes?” He added, “Anyway, it wasn’t long because it got too cold here in the evening. I just ged into some thicker clothes. Then... then I heard some noise downstairs. When I came down to check, you were back.”

  After hearing the Fatty’s answer, Jiang g had a clearer uanding of the nightmare.

  The time he spent in the nightmare was definitely not as long as 20 minutes. What the Fatty referred to as 20 minutes should have been from wheered the bedroom.

  But he hadn’t ated for the time it took for him to fall asleep.

  Excluding that time, Jiang g thought the actual time he spent in the nightmare was only a few minutes, maybe even less.

  After all, in the nightmare world, he had experienced several days' worth of time.

  Clearly, the flow of time in that pce was different from that of the real world, and the portal eg the two worlds was that bck iron door.

  The Fatty stood beside Jiang g and noticed that Jiang g seemed different from when he had first returned. Jiang g appeared down, speakihan usual.

  “Doctor,” the Fatty swallowed nervously and said in as calm a voice as possible, “Are you... okay?”

  “Has anything unusual happened while I was gone?”

  The Fatty thought for a moment and answered seriously, “No.”

  “After you went to your bedroom, I’ve been guarding outside. I didn’t notiything unusual,” he tinued, “I didn’t see you leave the bedroom, and then you reappeared here.”

  Jiang g took the cup again and took a sip of water. “What about any sounds?”

  “This...” The Fatty hesitated.

  Jiang g turo look at him. The Fatty’s expression didn’t seem like he was hiding something but more like he wasn’t sure about the matter and didn’t know how to express it.

  “You just describe what you observed,” Jiang g said.

  “Doctor, actually, I had a premonition just before you were about to e out,” the Fatty stammered.

  Jiang g furrowed his broly, his hand holding the cup stalling. “Go on.”

  “I’m not sure how to describe this feeling, it was like a sudden surge of electricity in my head, a very strange feeling. When that sensation came over me, I just knew something was wrong. I ected it to you entering the nightmare, so I guessed you must have e back.”

  Jiang g slowly narrowed his eyes.

  The Fatty seemed to recall something and quickly spoke up, but his voivoluntarily lowered. “Doctor,” he cleared his throat, “Before, when I was drivi night, I ofte drowsy. One night, I randomly found a radio station that specialized in ghost stories.”

  “I thought I’d listen to it to stay awake, and that night, their theme was about how to see a ghost.”

  “They even called a few guests who cimed to have had experiences seeing ghosts.”

  “I remember the first person was a student. She said she once saw a ghost by pying the ‘Spirit Writing’ game, and the day, one of her friends broke their leg. She believed it was reted to pying that game.”

  “But I don’t believe this,” the Fatty expined, “She said she was a high school student, but her voice sounded like someone in their 30s or 40s. I think she robably an actor hired by the show.”

  Jiang g didn’t respond, only listened quietly. He khe Fatty must have noticed something for him to talk so much.

  “The sed person cimed they saw a dozen or so emaciated bck shadows through a bowl filled with half-cooked ri a crossroad.”

  He swallowed, tinuing, “He said that if the chopsticks didn’t stop knog the bowl, the ghosts wouldn’t notice.”

  Thety mentioher methods like holding an umbrel indoors, bending down to look through one’s legs, saying one’s name in front of a mirror at midnight, bing hair in the middle of the night, and drawing eyebrows on a deceased person’s photo with a red pen—various ways supposedly to summon ghosts.

  Jiang g slightly furrowed his brow, indig his patience was running thin.

  He wasn’t here to hear these ghost stories.

  “Doctor,” the Fatty bit his lip, “Please let me finish.”

  Jiang g looked into the Fatty’s eyes. The words he was about to say were held back. It was rare for the Fatty to look at him like this.

  He was afraid. Jiang g could tell for sure.

  The Fatty took a deep breath and slowly tinued, “Until they ected with the st guest.”

  “It was an elderly person. I could tell their health wasn’t great, and they were breathing heavily as they spoke.”

  “The method they introduced was...” The Fatty looked up at Jiang g, lips trembling, “Brain waves.”

  “I ter checked something simir, and I think they meant brain waves, but...” The Fatty didn’t tinue.

  He seemed to fall into some kind of memory, his speech being more disjointed. “I don’t know if that person was male or female. They probably had a damaged throat.”

  “The person spoke very slowly, and it was really hard to uand. I could only make out their st few words.”

  “They said, to see a ghost, your brain waves o be in sync with the ghost’s brain waves.”

  “In other words...” The Fatty looked up, “When you think of seeing it, the ghost is thinking of you too.”

  The Fatty still clearly remembered that when that person finished speaking, the guests and hosts, who had been joking and mog him f to create a scary atmosphere, immediately fell silent.

  Because their show was about discussing how to see a ghost.

  Acc to that person’s logic, right now, at this very moment, ghosts could very well be around them.

  “Doctor,” the Fatty’s face showed a look that was hard to describe, “It wasn’t until much ter that I realized something.”

  “That night, it might not have been that the person was unclear, making it hard for me to uand their words,” he paused, his body trembling from fear, “But maybe something was nearby. Because their brain waves were close, it...”

  “Created interference,” Jiang g said coldly. “Like eleagic waves.”

  “Exactly!” The Fatty nodded violently, his face twisted in terror.

  What the Fatty didn’t expect was that Jiang g’s face suddenly ged. His pupils tracted sharply.

  Jiang g suddenly remembered something.

  In the audio rec made by Hu Yan, who had sought help the first time, there were long segments of statioise.

  TL/N: Hu Yan, the woman who came to meet Jiang g and the missing. Chapter 1.

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