"You've learned to see through these ghosts' disguises. You've definitely improved." Jiang Cheng praised the Fatty with apparent sincerity, watching his eyes for any possible slip.
The Fatty's expression turned awkward. He glanced around, and only after seeing that no one was paying attention did he lower his voice. "Doctor, it's not what you think. This whole thing... it was really just a fluke."
Jiang Cheng grew interested and motioned for him to continue.
After gathering his thoughts, the Fatty sighed. His experience had been similar to Jiang Cheng's: he had woken up in a basement cell beneath the Luo Man Hotel, and the teammates he'd met after waking had all been people he knew.
But unlike Jiang Cheng, the Fatty hadn't noticed anything wrong with them. On the contrary, he'd hit it off with them, moved to tears, and thought they were home free.
After their group got the key, they went to look for a room. But as they passed the mirror at the stairwell landing, the Fatty, who was singing with his arm around Jiang Cheng and Du Moyu, didn't watch his step. He lost his footing and went crashing toward the mirror.
Just as the Fatty thought he was about to smash into it and get his face sliced to ribbons by the shards, a strange sensation washed over him. The mirror's surface parted like water, and when he opened his eyes again, he had passed through it into another world.
It was still the Luo Man Hotel, but this was the hotel after the fire. The wooden structures around him had been burned beyond recognition.
He didn't even have time to be afraid. The scene before him, visible through the mirror, nearly drove him to the brink of collapse. Jiang Cheng, Du Moyu, and the