After asking that question, Huihui muttered to herself, "Surely it couldn't be that simple."
"We can't be sure." Lu Mi took out the blue-background photo he had found in the wardrobe. "This clearly isn't a ten-year-old girl."
"Speaking of ten-year-old girls, I did see one."
Liang Mafeng came over with an affectionate arm around Gong Tan's shoulders.
Noticing everyone looking at him, he explained, "Tan is still a newcomer. It's only natural that he doesn't know any better. We need to help him out more, don't we?"
Huihui turned her head away in disgust. "Just tell us about Fanfan. Where did you see this ten-year-old girl?"
"Yesterday, I was the first to take the elevator upstairs. On that first trip, it stopped on the sixth floor."
"Now you know that wasn't one of the safe floors for players. But I didn't know that then, so I stepped out..."
Liang Mafeng paused, murmured a few soothing words to Gong Tan in his arms, then continued.
"I'd barely taken a few steps when I heard a little girl laughing. It wasn't exactly a chilling sound, but that long, narrow, deserted space was so creepy that I hurried back into the elevator."
"The hallway lights were flickering. Between the flashes of light and darkness, I saw a little girl skipping toward me."
"She had twin ponytails and wore a pink dress. If her face hadn't been so deathly pale, I probably would've thought she was just an ordinary little girl."
Huihui said, "That alone doesn't prove she's Fanfan, does it?"
"Be patient." Liang Mafeng adjusted his glasses. "As the elevator doors slowly closed, she stopped. The smile vanished from her face, and she asked me, 'Why won't you play with Xiao Fan?'"
"The mirror spirit in Lu Mi's room is called Qiu Bufan,