Not a Good Fit

The buzzing in Qin Rang's ears suddenly disappeared, and the blurry scene before his eyes gradually focused. He rubbed his forehead, shook his head, and muttered to himself, "What happened?"

"What happened?!"

Although he was still wondering about the second question, Qin Rang's eyes had cleared.

He stood up in surprise, and the three of them stopped arguing and turned to look at Qin Rang.

Night Moon coldly stared at this weak fellow, her dark green eyes, even more so than the Moonlit Night, always carrying a faint killing intent. Only when she touched the tattoo on her left earlobe did the killing intent in her eyes slowly subside.

"Little Night Moon, if you misbehave, I'll make your brother come out." Lin Nieran's voice came from the bottom of his heart.

Night Moon: If I can't control myself, I'll go back.

"You remember now?" Bai Yang stepped forward, leaned close to Qin Rang, tilted his head, and asked with a smile.

Qin Rang's eyes lost their usual feigned smile, returning to a somewhat indifferent coldness.

"I remember now." Qin Rang lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the ground. "Tao Yuan and Wang Ding are alright, I'm fine, An Ying is normal too. Are we starting this day over?"

Is this an illusion, or reality?

Before they could speak, Qin Rang paused, lost in thought for a moment, then suddenly shook his head. "No, this can't be an illusion. If it were, you shouldn't be here."

He looked up at the Moonlit Night; he was the most obvious exception here.

On that day he had experienced, Moonlit Night was with them because of Bai Yang's help, not because she appeared there on her own initiative.

Therefore, today, which repeats itself, is real, not an illusion.

"It's definitely not an illusion." Bai Yang's smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression. "It's a bizarre time-reversal technique!"

Qin Rang believed it, his fox-like eyes widening. "Huh? There are such Rules? Time Rules?" If that's the case, is it still not too late?

Ji Fengbai rolled up the book in his hand and tapped Bai Yang on the head.

"Ouch!" Bai Yang clutched his head.

There is no such thing as time; time is an absolute and definite thing. Do not doubt time.

The Writer wrote, "[Bai Yang was young and liked to joke and act; he rarely believed what he said]."

"Just teasing you," Bai Yang laughed. "Who else could be playing tricks? Have you forgotten the strange thing that happened yesterday?"

Qin Rang reviewed yesterday's events in his mind and suddenly realized. "Was it [Actor]?"

"Although he's just an Actor, he loves directing bad movies," Bai Yang said. "It seems like all the weirdos in the entertainment industry like to add their own drama to their stories, and the [Actor] in our neighborhood is even more so—no fame but a weird temper."

Did you enjoy yesterday's play?

A... play?

Qin Rang thought of the person he met yesterday while following Lin Yi. The person had an ordinary face, but told him that he admired his appearance, and then dragged him into an unfamiliar Instance to perform a strange play.

In the play, the character's death is real; he used a mask to severely injure the monster and escape.

Could it be that he... never truly escaped that world?

Is this place real, or is he still within the world of a play?

Whether it's real or fake, it doesn't really matter.

The Writer smiled faintly as she put pen to paper, her long, black, Long Hair falling onto the pages like moving characters.

Ji Fengbai's writing seemed to possess some kind of power; Qin Rang stared at those words, his mind grew increasingly clear.

"Since there's still time, don't you want to change anything?" Bai Yang asked.

Qin Rang snapped out of his reverie and looked up at him abruptly.

Bai Yang had taken off his white coat, revealing a white sweater with fine fuzz underneath. He hugged the Little Rabbit back to his arms, the ends of his short black hair curling up slightly, overlapping with the curve of his smiling eyes.

Night Moon stood up, slung the long sword behind his back, and his fair, strong fingers brushed against the silver bell at his waist. The bell swayed, but made no sound.

"Doctor Bai Yang also needs to take a day off today. I hope the Rules allow it," Bai Yang said with a smile, placing his hand on Ji Fengbai's Wheelchair.

Ji Fengbai glanced at him, then wrote something on the page. Bai Yang took it, glanced at it, and slapped it on the hospital table with a smile.

[Hospital Supplementary Rules: Doctor Bai Yang will have one day of unconditional leave per month]

Qin Rang didn't know what he had written, but his focus wasn't on the piece of paper right now.

"You're going to help me?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Bai Yang said. "We also want to get out of here as soon as possible."

Although he didn't understand their true purpose, Qin Rang felt much more confident. "Then, it's a pleasure to cooperate."

Bai Yang extended his hand. "It's a pleasure working with you."

Based on yesterday's memory, Qin Rang should be meeting his friends and Moonlit Night at Lin Yi's house with the Little Bear.

But now, he decided to retrieve Tao Yuan's weapons first, and then kill Wen Keke and her group.

The four waited for their companions downstairs in Building Two. This time, with Ji Fengbai there, the strange creatures downstairs kept their distance, and the old ladies playing cards stopped playing and hurriedly packed up their cards and ran away.

Soon, only the four of them remained downstairs in the Building Two building. Apart from Ji Fengbai's occasional coughs, there was no other sound.

While waiting for his companions, Qin Rang joked with a smile, "Are the people in your organization some kind of plague? Even the supernatural are afraid of you?"

Bai Yang glanced at the frail Ji Fengbai: "Then you'll have to ask him."

Ji Fengbai looked up at them between coughs, his expression confused and seemingly very innocent.

"You reaped quite a harvest yesterday, didn't you?" Bai Yang asked. "How many monsters did you kill under the guise of collecting?"

As long as Bai Yang was around, Qin Rang found that he could hear a lot of information just by saying a few words. He didn't know if Bai Yang really didn't care about these things, or if he was deliberately revealing them to him.

However, at present, they know too little about the organization, so any information is better than none.

Ji Fengbai tapped his fingertips lightly on the wooden armrest of his Wheelchair. He knew exactly what was going on. 303 already had a bad reputation because Xi Jing had killed a lot of noisy monsters and humans. After he took over, 303's reputation got even worse.

Unfortunately, I didn't find anything worth collecting.

Ji Fengbai was very busy all day yesterday.

Having received no specific task from the True Form, Ji Fengbai simply wandered around the neighborhood, plucking anything that caught his eye. If he accidentally killed one, the Weird Object could be left to the True Form.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to save the Protagonist Group so conveniently, as he happened to be killing monsters nearby at the time.

"There probably aren't many collectibles that you'd be interested in."

[If you're willing to give me your beloved Little Rabbit, I wouldn't mind keeping it as a pet.]

"You're not just interested in limbs?" Bai Yang looked at his legs, "Especially things you don't have."

Ji Fengbai's eyes swept over Bai Yang's legs; the boy's legs were long, slender, and straight, quite pleasing to the eye.

Moonlit Night's legs were well-proportioned and powerful, possessing great explosive force.

Your legs probably don't fit me very well. You can give them to me when you grow taller.

Bai Yang looked at Ji Fengbai, who was holding the book pages high:...

Qin Rang couldn't help but laugh, earning him a glare from Bai Yang.