The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 75: Time Flows Again

If the shadow in the mist is a form of energy lingering in the world, a terrifyingly strong mental energy, her body may have long decayed, but her will and memory remain, capable of manipulating others’ minds, then that final impact just now was her exhausting all power for a ’suicidal’ unseal on me.

Perhaps she hasn’t gone mad; maybe she foresees the ’ending’ unknown to us, which led her to choose this method to completely end her ’life’ after years of wandering.

What triggered her?

As my brain transitioned from the roaring back to silence, my thoughts began to scatter again. I thought that she went mad after failing to control Qinghan, repeatedly saying something impossible. Maybe the answer is connected to Qinghan.

I opened my eyes and looked around. The mist had dissipated, the downpour had turned to light rain, and the guesthouse was just ahead, albeit some hundreds of meters away.

Qinghan stood beside me, one hand supporting my back and the other holding my arm lightly.

"Feeling better now?"

"How long was I unconscious?" I gazed at the light inside the guesthouse, then looked around.

"About five minutes."

"Only for such a short time." I murmured.

"Let’s head back first. Do you feel any discomfort?"

"No, everything’s fine."

In fact, everything was indeed normal for me; that impact had not caused any earth-shattering change.

Back inside the guesthouse, Xiong Da and Xiong Er were standing in the courtyard smoking. Upon seeing us, they immediately tossed their cigarette butts and approached.

Xiong Da still had scratch marks on his throat, both of them looked severe, likely not yet shaken off the recent situation.

"Are you guys okay?" Xiong Er asked first.

"We’re fine." I replied naturally.

"Professor Chen told us not to go out. The mist is gone, has that thing left?"

Xiong Er continued asking.

"It disappeared." I paused and then added: "Forever."

Xiong Da, Xiong Er visibly relaxed, exhaled deeply, Xiong Er subconsciously touched his neck, possibly the sensation of being strangled by the female corpse’s arm still lingered.

"We’ll discuss inside." Qinghan gestured with his chin for us to return to the guesthouse.

The people in the hall were still unconscious. We went upstairs first and found the man locked in the storage room.

At the moment of seeing him, everyone was stunned as we had seen him before. But now he had gray temples, crow’s feet, and looked around fifty.

Yet, his gaze was still hollow, like a soulless shell; even if he was sent to the police, he likely couldn’t account for these years of criminal facts.

Qinghan said we won’t be involved in this matter; it would be better for Xiong Da and Xiong Er to hand him over to the police.

Of course, the boss drugging guests and throwing them outside the courtyard also needed a thorough explanation.

The video I shot on my phone and the leftover food packed in a plastic bag were intact, but those who vanished into the mist might not survive.

In the middle of the night, people in the hall gradually woke up, but the boss awoke even later than they did.

However, her attempts to maintain this disguise quickly failed when I presented the video and leftover food.

At three in the morning, the rain finally stopped, and the rescue team arrived to search for the missing.

Xiong Da and Xiong Er handed the man over to the police. They indeed hid some things from me, such as having visited survivors of the seven-year incident.

Not every guesthouse was precisely seven guests, so some had seen the man, and some had heard the woman’s distress calls.

Xiong Da and Xiong Er specifically hired professionals to sketch a portrait of the man. Even though the mask covered most of his face, his brows and eyes were clear, making him recognizable.

And the woman’s distress calls also left vivid memories; those who went out to save her, none returned.

The mist’s pattern was basically starting with a serial killer as the vanguard. If he didn’t kill enough, that female corpse would step in.

Freshly dead corpses could still move joints but surely couldn’t produce sound, so the distress calls didn’t come from the corpse.

The corpse was merely Shui Wu’s tool to ’catch’ prey; she likely provided the sound herself.

One visible but silent, the other vocal but invisible, the duo performed quite a good duet.

Judging by the man’s state, all these years he was trapped in the mist, his appearance unchanged, but as the mist dispersed, he aged rapidly, as though time had stopped for him and now resumed.

However, the damage Shui Wu caused to his brain did not vanish with the dispersing mist.

Over 35 years, there were so many homicide cases. Even if there were no local rumors, the police would have it on file.

There might even be DNA, fingerprints, etc., as long as a suspect is caught, a comparison will suffice.

Such bizarre cases are unlikely to be reported by news; while we rested in the guesthouse, the rescue team also made significant discoveries.

They not only found the first two missing women but also the search team that went out later, even returning people lost in the mist over the past 35

years.

Only they brought back all were bodies, none survived the misfortune.

Missing for decades, the bodies hadn’t decayed and suddenly all returned, this news if spread would surely stir a sensation.

Yet we all knew this matter couldn’t be publicized.

Qinghan did not reveal his identity to the police, only accepted routine inquiry as a university professor.

The man was taken away by the police and seemed to be sent to the hospital. The guesthouse boss was also taken; she drugged the guests, thus needs investigation.

We were delayed a day due to this matter, and after setting out again, Qinghan kept gazing at me with preoccupied eyes.

This matter is indeed unbelievable; we were passing by, heavy rain descended, randomly picked a guesthouse to stay in, and encountered such a bizarre affair.

The ’person’ in the mist was my old acquaintance; such a meeting method is less likely than winning a lottery.

"No, this is not right..." I sat in the passenger seat, tapping my teeth, the more I thought, the more the development seemed wrong.

"Do you feel physically unwell?" Qinghan immediately asked with concern.

"What discomfort would my Vajra Body have? You’ve got the focus wrong, I mean the whole incident isn’t right."

"The guesthouse?"

"No, since you entered my tomb, everything changed."

"Did you discover something or remember something?"

"When too many coincidences come together, it’s not coincidence but conspiracy!"

After saying this, I suddenly realized I hadn’t answered Qinghan’s question, so I added:

"No discoveries, no recollections, just a feeling that there can’t be so many coincidences clustered together. Professor Chen, honestly, do you have any hidden identity you’ve not shared? No matter how dramatic, it’s fine; we’re now in the same boat, you can be frank with me."

"I’ve told you all I know. If there’s anything so absurd I don’t even know, I can’t explain either." Qinghan said innocently.