Grave No. 6, Beneath the Grave

"Big brother, let's go home together~"

Zhou Han stood with her hands behind her back, looking at Wang Ye with a sweet smile.

The corner of Wang Ye's mouth twitched slightly, but he said nothing.

Giggling, Zhou Han went around Xiao Si and sidled up to Wang Ye, wearing an expression that clearly said she was sticking to him.

Just like that.

On the street, a young man with a dark expression, a girl hopping about like a young maiden, and a strange combination wearing a pink rabbit-ear hat

could not help but draw glances.

The moment he got home, Wang Ye shut the door and let out a slight sigh of relief.

"That crazy woman!" Wang Ye could not help cursing. He glanced at the expressionless Xiao Si and swallowed the rest of his words.

There seemed to be even less to talk about with a ghost that had no emotions.

With that thought, Wang Ye let out a faint sigh. Feeling the exhaustion in his body, he returned to the bedroom, collapsed onto the bed, and fell asleep.

In the living room, Xiao Si, who stood in the corner like a statue, suddenly moved her stiff body and slowly sat down on the sofa.

A long shadow silently stretched across the floor, leading straight toward Wang Ye's bedroom.

Yet just as it was about to touch the bedroom door, the shadow stopped eerily.

Gradually,

the shadow retracted, reappearing beneath Xiao Si's feet and returning to normal.

As night fell, a trace of color appeared in Xiao Si's eyes. She lounged against the sofa, crossing her legs in the exact same manner Wang Ye had used during the day.

Gradually, she stood up, then suddenly stumbled backward as she looked toward the door, her gaze fixed firmly upon it.

She was actually imitating Wang Ye's movements from that afternoon.

After a long while,

the color in Xiao Si's eyes gradually faded, returning to emptiness. She went back to her original position and stood still once more.

In the bedroom, Wang Ye's eyes had opened at some unknown point. No one knew how long they had been open.

He gripped a Boning Knife radiating a chilling aura tightly in his hand.

Listening as the sounds in the living room gradually quieted, Wang Ye closed his eyes again, though the Boning Knife remained tightly clenched in his hand.

The sky

gradually brightened.

It was a rare day off. Enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, Wang Ye sat leisurely on the sofa and observed Xiao Si.

After a long while,

a sound came from outside the door. It seemed Zhou Han was heading out, but upon hearing that she was going downstairs rather than knocking on his door, Wang Ye visibly relaxed.

Using the encrypted website Zhang Ziliang had sent him by text message, Wang Ye logged in.

Sure enough,

with A-Class Intelligence Clearance, there was more information, and it was far more detailed.

He tried searching for Suburban Cemetery, but the result was completely blank. Wang Ye frowned deeply.

"Nothing?"

"As expected, there are no records."

"Those useless freeloaders at the Intelligence Department."

With a helpless sigh, Wang Ye closed his phone.

Then, as though remembering something, Wang Ye found the coat he had worn when going out with Zhou Han two days ago. He carefully took out a worn, yellowed slip of paper from its pocket.

Due to its age, the writing on the paper had already become faint and blurred.

Under the sunlight, only a few words could be made out.

"Suburban Cemetery."

"Grave No. 6."

"Beneath the grave."

Wang Ye's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at those words.

Was it that mysterious Suburban Cemetery again? The Mass Grave, Suburban Cemetery, and the Ten Miles of Graves he had encountered in the Wasteland—what connection could there possibly be between them?

And what secret was hidden beneath Grave No. 6?

Moreover, this had been found in the clothes of a long-dead corpse suspected to have been a Superhuman.

Could Superhumans really have existed before Eternal Night?

These bizarre connections surfaced in Wang Ye's mind like a puzzle.

It was as if there were a thread, yet he could not grasp it.

Irritably, Wang Ye carefully put the slip of paper away in a drawer and sank into thought.

At his side, an imperceptible glint flashed through Xiao Si's hollow eyes as she stood silently.

That night,

Wang Ye, asleep in his bedroom, heard the sound of the door opening and silently opened his eyes.

Footsteps sounded from the stairwell.

After a long while, Wang Ye gently opened his bedroom door. Xiao Si was gone from the living room.

Wang Ye's expression turned solemn. He went to the window and looked down through the curtains. Xiao Si's somewhat stiff figure appeared within the residential compound, gradually walked out through its gates, and vanished into the darkness.

Frowning slightly, Wang Ye silently got dressed, went downstairs, and followed in the direction Xiao Si had gone, trailing far behind her.

There were gradually fewer and fewer people around.

As he watched the increasingly familiar surroundings, a chill rose in Wang Ye's heart.

Suburban Cemetery!

Wang Ye was certain this was the way to Suburban Cemetery!

Sure enough,

not far from the entrance to Suburban Cemetery, Wang Ye watched with his own eyes as Xiao Si's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

A faint candlelight glowed inside the wooden hut by the entrance.

But the hut was empty.

That strange, mysterious Old Man had disappeared at some unknown time.

Wang Ye concealed himself in the darkness, his gaze fixed firmly on the entrance to Suburban Cemetery.

After a long while,

bursts of commotion and roaring came from within the cemetery.

Ten minutes later, the roars gradually faded, and the commotion subsided.

Xiao Si silently appeared at the cemetery exit. Her clothes were slightly torn, and her eyes were hollow, as though she had no soul.

Wang Ye's eyes shifted slightly. Concealing himself, he gradually disappeared and returned home.

In the corridor's dim environment, a shadow seemed to flash past.

Wang Ye's pupils contracted slightly. He watched for a long time but found nothing unusual. Behind him,

footsteps gradually sounded in the stairwell.

A cold gleam flashed in Wang Ye's eyes. He opened the door, went inside, silently lay down in the bedroom, and closed his eyes.

Before long, the door opened again.

Xiao Si returned to the room with stiff steps and resumed the posture she had been standing in before Wang Ye went to sleep.

Listening to the sounds in the living room, Wang Ye's eyes opened at some unknown point as he continued pondering.

The next few days were quiet.

Zhang Ziliang kept studying the candidates for the team. He had heard that many Superhumans were constantly calling in favors just to join a team.

After all, joining a team meant gaining access to endless resources.

The threshold of Zhang Ziliang's office had practically been worn down by visitors.

Some Superhumans had even somehow managed to get hold of Wang Ye's phone number.

Only when Wang Ye was on the verge of losing his temper did things finally gradually settle down.

Of course,

there was one small incident in the middle of it all: Zhou Han came by.

She lightly tossed out a single sentence and claimed one spot on Wang Ye's team.

Just as Wang Ye was getting a headache over it, Zhang Ziliang actually agreed without hesitation.

Wang Ye's headache instantly grew worse.

And then, at midnight that very night, the mysterious Wooden Door appeared in Wang Ye's living room once again.