Someone was there?!
"Quick, Grant, speed up! I want to know who that person is!"
In the cockpit, Grant opened the throttle, and the engine hummed as they sped forward.
They soon reached the shore. The moment they got off the boat, both of them sprinted toward the cabin.
Bang!!
They kicked the wooden door open roughly, then searched the house at top speed. There was no stale, damp smell in the place. There was not even a trace of dust on the floor; it was so clean it seemed as if someone had been living there and cleaning it all along.
They searched room after room and swept through the whole place in no time. Unfortunately, they found no one, as if the figure from before had been nothing but an illusion.
But that was impossible. The other party had to still be on this island. Constantine trusted his own judgment and was just about to go out and look around.
"Constantine, there's a manuscript here!"
Grant's shout called Constantine over. On the floor of one room, a manuscript was lying there quietly.
The contents on it were recorded with perfect clarity: they would arrive tonight at the cabin on the island in the center of the lake, sleep soundly here for the night, and then, the next afternoon, meet Ms. Alice at a certain doctor's lakeside villa.
"The contents of this manuscript accurately predicted our arrival, and it made a prediction about tomorrow, too."
Holding the manuscript, Constantine felt increasingly strange.
They were like plot characters in a novel, following the contents and rhythm written by the author, advancing the story step by step.
But there was a problem here. If the characters in a book saw the script of what was about to happen to them next,