The Resort's first-floor entrance was tightly shut. Outside, wind and snow raged, but the interior was largely unaffected: dry and quiet.
"There's something seriously wrong with this Middle Dream. Tang Qing didn't give us any clues." After checking his communicator, Qian Jin looked grim. "He said he'd sent us the Dream Owner's information in advance, but there's nothing on the communicator!"
"Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals wouldn't deliberately hide it. They want us to conquer the nightmare too. Something must have gone wrong along the way." Rao Rao had considerable faith in Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals, mainly because they were the group's only backing.
"Heavy snow, a Manor, a resort, a young man with a strange illness." Gao Ming pondered for a moment before speaking. "Most nightmares are rooted in reality. Perhaps we can use old books and newspapers inside the building to establish an approximate time frame, then narrow it down bit by bit."
"That approach might work in Shallow Nightmare, but Middle Nightmare has little connection to reality anymore. Everything is absurd—"
"Does anything around here look absurd to you?" Before Zhi Ge could finish, Gao Ming cut him off bluntly.
"Kid, respecting veterans can keep you alive longer." Had Bai Huang not been there, Zhi Ge probably would have lost his temper already. He gave Gao Ming a hostile look.
The lilting sound of a violin broke the Manor's silence and diverted Zhi Ge's attention. They all looked toward the third floor.
"Someone's playing a violin?" Zhi Ge stayed where he was and turned to Gao Ming. "Didn't you want to look for clues? One's come right to you. Aren't you going?"
Without wasting words on Zhi Ge, Gao Ming led the fool and Xu Deyi up the wooden stairs to the third floor.
The violin's melody was lilting and