Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 147: Mother
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 229: New Mission
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 999- Sheikha Saaed's gift (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 269 - Because I’ve Read About The Three Kingdoms
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 67: Almost Fitting
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 530.2: Skeleton Mountain - Part 2
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 179: Fog of Specters
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 998- Sheikha Saeed's gift
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 228: I Am Loved
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 997- Reproducing Wheel
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 146: Exciting
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 869: Immortal Tomb
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 268 - Vision; Earth Knight
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 530: Skeleton Mountain - Part 1
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 178: Falsely Relaying an Imperial Edict
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 996- Poor but want to fake
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 995- Same type monster
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 227: Li San Hospital
Tsk…
“Madam, do you mind repeating what you said?”
Tsk…
Tsk…
“...Yes, but please… Don’t tell anyone about this. Especially my husband and my daughter!”
“I understand. Then… Can we start now?”
“It all started with a phone call.
“It was a call from my little sister. The call was made at night three days ago. Her condition was strange. Her teeth chattered, and it sounded like she forced the words out of her throat. I asked if she was sick, but she didn’t answer me. She only kept repeating that she had been having this same dream over and over.”
“Dream?”
“Yes. A dream.
“She said that she often dreamed about waking up in the middle of the night, leaving her bed, walking down the stairs and stopping before the basement door of her building. It was very special and real. It was so real that… It didn’t feel like a dream.”
“But your sister still described it as a dream. Why?”
“Because… her building doesn’t even have a basement!
“The scariest thing is when she stood before the strange door, she had the urge to open it.”
“And?”
“She disappeared. On the night she called me.”
“So… You came to me today because…”
“Doctor Jiang!”
“Yes… Please continue.”
“I dreamed of the door too. Yesterday night.”
…
The recording ended, and the room fell into silence. Jiang Cheng sat before his office table and lowered his eyelids. The night newspaper of Rong City of that day sat on the table.
“Missing People Report: Hu Yan, Female 47. 160 cm tall. She has a square face and fair skin. Due to recent mental issues, she left home and disappeared at midnight on the 13th. She was last seen wearing a pink silk nightgown. If seen, please contact…”
His eyes skipped the contact info. On the left of the missing person report was a picture of a middle-aged woman. It was this woman who made the recording with him yesterday. Jiang Cheng didn’t have the habit of reading the papers. The police dropped off the newspaper about an hour ago. The police followed the clues and discovered that Hu Yan had come to him one day before she disappeared.
He told him honestly a
…
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