After some further exploration, the number of doubts hadn't decreased much; on the contrary, they had significantly increased.
The fifty-year-old ordinary man, now the vessel for four players; the house with its doors and windows kept tightly shut despite the sweltering heat; the mysterious custom-made soundproof windows; and the family that had vanished without a trace...
All these converging points of suspicion made Xing Hechou's head begin to throb faintly.
Li Ang's voice came through, "Considering that when we entered the mansion for the second time, the scene on the first floor hadn't changed much, the floors weren't dusty, and the shoes were in the same place. We can tentatively assume that the time between the first and second entries isn't very long. Or, the world we entered the first time and the second time isn't the same one."
Xing Hechou raised an eyebrow. "A dream? An illusion? A memory? Or simply an anomaly that can't be deduced by logic?"
