While Qin Manjiang and Xi Wutong were chatting, certain things were happening.
In a pitch-black room, Shen Hai abruptly opened his eyes.
Why was I sleeping on the couch?
He glanced around. Perhaps he had been too tired tonight.
Ever since returning from Lower River Village, he had been thinking about that Faceless Corpse, and about Qin Manjiang.
He was certain there was something wrong with that man named Qin Manjiang.
That man's state... was different from everyone else's.
Shen Hai pinched the bridge of his nose, rolled upright on the couch, and lit up his phone to check the time.
It was four in the morning. Outside the window, everything was still pitch-black. The rain had stopped, but the wind was still blowing. The wind slipping through the gap in the window carried the slightly chilly, damp air left after the rain. Breathing it into his lungs revived him a little, though he had barely slept two hours.
Leaning back on the couch, he opened a forum with practiced ease.
The very first post was news of [Truth]'s arrest today.
[Truth].
It was a username. Its owner often posted sensational claims online, including but not limited to statements that this world was fake, everyone was fake, and time was fake too.
At first, everyone had treated him as entertainment. But gradually, [Truth] had actually predicted certain phenomena with remarkable accuracy!
Of course, only a tiny number of people knew that what [Truth] said about these phenomena was true.
Shen Hai was among them.
Recently, because his tips had been timely enough, he had always managed to appear at all sorts of scenes before the police arrived, or even before anyone had notified them.
And through his investigations, Shen Hai had discovered something extraordinarily bizarre-
Every year in the past,