Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1815: Chapter 1790: Vulgar Fear (23)

The murder scene in the dark depths is no longer there.

Wardrobe, full-length mirror, single bed, no television, it’s undoubtedly a woman’s bedroom.

As to why one dares to assume the gender so boldly?

Simple, the struggling head, the texture of the hair feels so familiar—Salma.

If the assumption is correct, it seems I’ve broken into her home.

The feedback in my hands is also clear; what I’m pressing isn’t the back of her head but her mouth.

It looks exactly like a scene where someone is caught trespassing and quickly covers the mouth to avoid being heard by others.

I must say, the role assigned to me in this script is becoming increasingly outrageous.

As to why I’m more pleased than startled in this situation?

Firstly, having multiple experiences of scene switching before, my first reaction to the sudden change of light and the ”corpse” moving wasn’t about ghosts but switching scenes.

Secondly, this is the result I originally anticipated.

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The notebook placed under the corpse’s head isn’t some act of performance art but a purposeful test.

Originally, after some exploration, the truth of Twilight School has been uncovered.

The culprit was undoubtedly identified as the one who fell from the building, Wen, just awaiting further confirmation of identity.

However, as I opened the notebook, everything had yet another explanation.

Those nearly unrecognizable self-queries and answers seemed to piece together another Eva under the tranquil exterior.

Brutal, insane, and at some moment, with such a face, thrust the blade into Salma’s chest.

And at the beginning of the script, seeing myself return to the fourth floor, rushing up to pull myself away.

Eva’s action appears to have another explanation besides kindly taking me away from danger—

After some conflict, once she calmed down, she chose to leave quickly only to encounter me, an unexpected guest.

Not understanding why I appeared here, she chose to play the role of a victim frightened by a paranormal event.

Unfortunately, this trick met its match.

Seeing that I wasn’t fazed, neither scared nor fleeing, eventually returning upstairs, she couldn’t help but rush back, reaching out a ”hand of salvation” to prevent the scene in the bathroom from being discovered too quickly.

And subsequently told a ghost story, leading me on an escape journey.

Later, because my attempt to open the iron door failed, I had to maneuver inside the building to find another route.

During this process, I ran into more bizarre figures.

Such as the deceased Joshua and two assistants.

It’s obvious Eva doesn’t truly consider them ghosts as she appeared.

After I left the storeroom, her quick follow-up instead of fleeing reflects this to some extent.

Compared to getting to safety quickly, she’s more concerned about the development of the situation.

Subsequently, by sheer coincidence, all the blame was pinned on Wen, ”the truth emerged.”

For Eva, it’s a seemingly unbelievable wonderful ending.

Of course, Wen isn’t absolutely innocent; before the three went downstairs, the ”truth” I concluded from their perspective likely shows that other than initially taking the blame for killing Salma for Eva, he did most of the other things.

Attacking Joshua, hiding the body, even slashing Salma’s face.

Though the latter isn’t as certain, after Eva calmed down, her aversion towards Salma grew, potentially leading to further facial disfigurement, and Wen, for some reason holding extreme resentment towards his girlfriend, might not have felt sadness seeing her tragic death but possibly committed further cruelty.

This essence is central—right from the first script, I seem to be facing a multitude of ”possibilities.”

At the party, it might be a prank targeting me, or they could genuinely need my help.

Inside the manor, whether the Jellyfish Vampire was deceiving me, whether Wen left or not.

Upon realizing this, Fu Qian finally speculated the ”correct” way to complete the script—Is there a possibility that there isn’t a true revelation after all?

What needs to be done is to match each ”possibility” within the script, like piecing together same-colored faces of a Rubik’s cube.

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Would anything change if I hadn’t pulled the notebook from my bag and just left the building?

Because the ”truth” wasn’t discovered, won’t the script switch?

Probably not.

Don’t forget at the manor’s end, Wen’s real whereabouts were never confirmed.

Fu Qian’s understanding is, after interacting with each instance’s basic elements, the guided plot shouldn’t conflict.

To give an example, suppose at the manor’s end the Vampire actually deceived me, and Wen didn’t escape but fell into a mechanism and died unnoticed, then the one falling to his death outside the window could be him, without triggering mission failure.

However, if the house didn’t collapse, allowing me to patiently find Wen’s body, then he couldn’t have fallen from the window.

In other words, stirring the waters to force people out would directly result in mission failure.

A simpler example, if at the mission’s beginning I met Eva at the party, then pulled out a knife and slit her throat right away, she couldn’t appear in any script after that.

Given that in Twilight School, she seems to be core to the script; the most likely outcome is the mission restarts.

In summary, it’s like I’m selecting a logically consistent story to bind together from many versions.

Though essentially it belongs to the task person’s brainstorming without sufficient evidence to prove.

So upon having this idea, Fu Qian tested by not leaving with the three, and the script didn’t conclude.

Even after unveiling another truth by opening the notebook.

Lastly, after placing evidence of the real murderer under the victim’s head, nearly ensuring police would find it upon arrival, the script concluded.

Fu Qian’s understanding is the script concluded without exiting the building because placing the notebook in the script’s judgment, eliminated other possibilities.

Essentially sealing the ending of uncovering a wrongful injustice.

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The ”correct” way seems vaguely found.

Although the situation doesn’t look so great right now.

”Salma?”

It’s obvious that the victim isn’t alone at home.

Amid struggles, a puzzled voice has already emerged from outside, noticing the commotion, even twisting the doorknob.

”Wen is missing.”

Stepping sideways to block the door with his back, Fu Qian whispered.