In the future chat group, I'll become the richest man by just eating gossip.

Chapter 132 Full of Doubts
As Eliza, the last one in the hourglass, slowly fell.

Feng Nan, lying on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes.

Huhu——

Feng Nan gasped for breath; she felt as if she had just fallen into an abyss.

It was like drowning in a deep pool where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Her entire consciousness was in boundless darkness, and no matter how much she struggled, she could not break free from the shackles of darkness.

Feng Nan was terrified at the time; she didn't know what was wrong with her.

Her only memory was that when she left the hospital, she unknowingly walked to the morgue.

The morgue door suddenly opened.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she went into the morgue.

Her memory ended there, and she had no memory of anything after that.

Feng Nan lay on the bed for a long time before struggling to get up.

She has a terrible headache right now.

It hurt like someone was stabbing her head with needles.

My whole body aches and I can't muster any strength.

"It hurts—"

Feng Nan muttered to himself.

I felt a little better after rubbing my temples with my hands.

"Where am I?"

Suddenly, Feng Nan realized that the surrounding environment seemed to be very different from what she remembered about the morgue.

Looking around at the hotel's furnishings, Feng Nan was somewhat uncertain: "Is this a hotel?"

Feng Nan staggered off the bed and found her phone on the table next to her, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

If she loses her phone, she'll have nowhere to turn to for help.

This phone is suspected to have been left to her by her parents.

It's also part of her golden touch.

Losing her like this would be tantamount to taking her life.

At least until it's completely clear whether this phone is related to her parents, she can't afford to lose her phone even if she loses her life.

As Feng Nan has experienced more and more things recently, she has also grown rapidly.

Many things that seemed reasonable before now appear highly questionable in retrospect.

She even wondered if the chat groups in the futuristic town actually existed.

Or rather, do those people in it actually exist?

Could it be that everything was just a coincidence, like the phone appearing out of nowhere, and that it was all part of a script written in advance by someone, or rather, by her parents?

It was all to guide her step by step to grow and uncover the truth of what happened back then.

The more Feng Nan thought about it, the more suspicious the matter seemed.

It seems as if an unseen hand is controlling her life.

Feng Nan picked up her phone, wanting to figure out how she got to the hotel.

After unlocking the screen, Feng Nan saw the payment records on her phone.

"Did I pay for the hotel room myself?"

Looking at the payment records, Feng Nan was somewhat taken aback.

She had originally planned to go downstairs to the hotel reception to ask who had brought her there.

Who opened the room and left her there?

But now it seems... there's no one else at all.

She was all alone the whole time.

"Could it be that after I lost consciousness, she came out and took over my body?"

Feng Nan thought of a possibility.

Although she already knew "her" true identity, Feng Nan still habitually referred to her as "she".

"Yes, that's very possible."

"These wounds on my body seem to be from battles or dangers."

"It wouldn't be surprising if she appeared if I lost consciousness."

Looking at herself in the fitting room mirror, covered in bruises, Feng Nan became even more certain of her guess.

In that case, it's not surprising at all that she would appear in the hotel without my knowledge.

Her complete lack of memory of the whole incident makes perfect sense.

Feng Nan gave up on the idea of ​​going to the hotel front desk to confirm.

Because she felt that going there would be pointless.

It's highly likely that "she" brought him to this hotel.

Asking rashly will only make the hotel receptionist suspect that you're mentally ill.

Feng Nan began to check the entire room and her own body for anything that did not belong to the hotel or herself.

That might be the clue that "she" left for her.

The most urgent task now is to find out what she went through after losing consciousness.

Now her memory of that part is completely blank.

This feeling was unsettling; Feng Nan felt insecure until she understood the situation.

Feng Nan quickly discovered the hourglass, the pocket watch, and the picture frame.

And the photo of Assistant Liu on her phone.

These things do not belong to the hotel, nor do they belong to her.

Looking at the photo of their family of three in the picture frame.

Feng Nan's memories of the morgue began to rush back.

hiss--

Feng Nan had a splitting headache and kept gasping for breath while clutching her head.

five minutes later!

Feng Nan was already covered in sweat from the pain.

He lay on the hotel floor, panting heavily.

Sweat pooled beneath her.

Sweat dripped down her face, clinging to her hair.

What exactly did I experience the moment I stepped into the morgue?

Is it hypnosis?

"If so, when was I hypnotized?"

"Who hypnotized me this time?"

"What is his purpose?"

"You went to all this trouble just to bury me alive in that abandoned morgue?"

After regaining her memories of the morgue, Feng Nan's doubts were not resolved.

Instead, many new questions arose.

There are many doubts, and various questions are linked together.

It's like walking into a maze and never finding the exit.

"This man must be very important."

"Perhaps finding him will solve all the questions."

After recovering, Feng Nan slumped on the floor, looking at the photos of Assistant Liu in her phone's album, and muttered to herself.

Feng Nan firmly believes that "she" wouldn't be so bored as to secretly photograph others.

Although the man in the photo is indeed not ugly.

It even has a touch of roguish charm.

But she might do things like secretly taking pictures of handsome men herself.

But "she" would never be that bored.

This is not in line with the behavior of a robot.

Even if "she" is a robot that is suspected of having independent consciousness.

However, it's unlikely that their self-awareness would evolve to the point where they would like handsome human men.

Feng Nan looked at the photo of Assistant Liu on her phone, clicked share, and wanted to send it to Yue Yang.

But she quickly gave up on the idea.

The sharing page has been closed.

"No, I need to investigate this myself."

"We can't let Yueyang and his group get involved."

"Besides, Yueyang is a man of principle, and he might not necessarily help me."

Muttering to herself, Feng Nan put away her phone.

Instead, they studied the somewhat antique hourglass and the pocket watch that looked like a medieval artifact.

"Should we send them to the group?"

Suddenly, a thought popped into Feng Nan's mind.

She might be able to learn more about hourglasses and pocket watches by using the future chat group in the laid-back town.

Regardless of how this phone came about.

Regardless of whether the people in the future chat group in the leisurely town are real or not.

At least now, it's harmless to her, and has even been helping her all along.