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Chapter 245 Diary
This underground structure wasn't particularly large, but it appeared sinister and terrifying under the gaze of a pile of corpses floating in the solution.

However, neither of them seemed to care much.

Han Ruiming had been tracking things for so many years and was already used to it. He had seen many more bizarre things, so he didn't react much.

As for traveling around, that's even simpler for him.

The unknown is what brings terror, especially if the corpses here have truly come back to life.
It's nothing more than pulling out the evil spirit and cleaning it once.
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Han Ruiming was an expert in criminal investigation, and only he knew what those tokens looked like, so he chose to search the most complex experimental area, while Zhou You...
He was, after all, a 'Taoist priest,' so he was in charge of dealing with all those bottles, jars, and alchemy furnaces.

Lift one lid, and inside is a heart that has long since dried up; lift another, and inside are two pairs of eyes filled with resentment; lift yet another.
Oh, this one is better.

The insects are having a meeting.

Zhou You decisively covered it up, then used his evil energy to send all the creatures inside, including the maggots, to their doom. He then lamented as he opened another medicine cauldron.

This time there was no real shock. Inside was a layer of white, rough particles, which looked like some kind of refined product, but most of it had already been used up, leaving only a thin layer.

Zhou You lightly smeared a layer with his finger, rubbed it, and was about to lean over to take a closer look—but suddenly, a creepy feeling crept up his spine.

Before thoughts could even process it, instinct had already unleashed its malevolent energy, enveloping those within it—

A few seconds later, the small particles that were initially thought to be medicine exploded, but what emerged from them were tiny, barely visible nematodes that were constantly pulsating.

Wait a minute, could this be the ascension pills those cult members took?

Zhou You frowned in confusion, but still unleashed his killing intent, sweeping away all those strange things.

however.

Just as the malevolent energy swept through, something seemed to have been triggered, and a corner of the table suddenly popped out, revealing a hidden compartment.

Ok?
Any unexpected gains?

Zhou You walked over curiously, but when he saw what was inside, his previously enthusiastic shoulders slumped again.

There was nothing special inside, no tokens or invitations, just a thick diary and a stack of files or something similar.

Zhou You looked up at where Han Ruiming was and saw that the old man was still searching meticulously and attentively. Feeling a little embarrassed to disturb him, he picked up the diary himself and casually flipped through it.

The handwriting was very delicate, and it was clear that the person who wrote the diary was a woman. However, for some reason, many pages were torn out, and the dates were completely erased, leaving only fragmented content.

"On XX month XX day, my mother hit me again today. She said she fed me and clothed me, raised me with great difficulty, and even emptied the family's savings to send me to a special performing arts school. How could I be so disappointing? Others can get a supporting role, but after all these years, I can only play minor roles."

"On [Date], my mother brought a man over and told me he was a famous director, and that I should try to curry favor with him. But as far as I know, this guy is at best a third-rate actor. That man was disgusting; his eyes kept scanning me. But my mother said I should seize every opportunity."

"On XX month XX day, attempted suicide, but failed."

On [Date], an attempt to commit suicide was made, but it was unsuccessful.

"On [Date], I attempted to kill my mother, and surprisingly, I succeeded on my first try. Moreover, I didn't feel any fear or sadness throughout the entire process, as if I had wanted to do it for a long time."

—Then came a series of ten or so pages torn up, and when the writing reappeared, the words had become much more weathered.

"On [Date], I started writing in my diary again. Mainly because I don't know what I can do anymore. I have no attachments and no goals; I just drift through each day aimlessly. The only good thing is that the police haven't come to arrest me yet..."

"On [Date], I have a few more wrinkles today. As I get older, it's getting harder and harder to get acting roles. Fortunately, I've saved up quite a bit over the years. Even if I retire now, the remaining money will be enough for me to live on." "On [Date], a young girl politely called me 'Auntie'—only then did I realize that I've gotten so old without even noticing. I wasn't angry, but I felt that she was very rude. So, I deliberately staged an accident. The young girl was seriously injured, but unfortunately, she didn't die on the spot."

"On [Date], the police came, but I handled the aftermath very well, and the case was ultimately closed as an accident. It felt really boring."

Upon reading this, it was obvious who the diary belonged to. Zhou You pursed his lips and turned to the next page.

However, the handwriting changed again at this point—in fact, it became somewhat insane.

"On [Date], I saw him! I saw him! Could this be what they call love at first sight? He stood there, talking about his doctrines, and everything around him seemed to lose its color. At that moment, I felt like I saw my sun—no, he was the sun, like the sun that illuminates everything!"

"On [Date], I eagerly joined the cult. Ascension? Whatever, who cares what it's called? I got an audience and they told me I could regain my youth. The price? As long as I can stay by their side, I'll pay any price!"

—The pages of the book were torn up again.

"On [Date], five years have passed, and I have successfully proven my worth. To rebuild this network, I spent countless amounts of money and energy, even resorting to the same old methods. But in any case, I finally stand by his side and become one of his closest people."

"On [Date], why? Why why why why!! I've done everything I could, and he still won't accept me?! I've done my best, there can't be a better woman in this world!! Kidnapping, murder, autopsy—I've done everything I could, but why won't he even touch me!!!"

"On [Date], I roughly figured out what happened. It turns out that his goal all along was... But I won't give up, I will never give up. I will find out everything and prove that his choice was a mistake—then he will definitely come back to my side and truly fall into my arms."

What the hell did I just watch?

Is this the growth log of a qualified simp?
Zhou You silently closed his diary, feeling as if his brain had been subjected to a thorough and intense rape. To distract himself, he could only focus on the stack of files. However, after glancing at them a few times, he suddenly paused, then gave a thoughtful look.
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After an unknown amount of time, Han Ruiming's side also finished the search.

An old man covered in dust and blood walked over, glanced at the clean-looking Zhou You, and said...

"I've finished searching this side. Have you found anything useful here?"

Zhou You shrugged and handed over the diary and files.

"Just these two, what about yours?"

The old man glanced at it twice and then threw it back, looking utterly bored.

—But along with it, there was also a strangely shaped, pure white mask.

"I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

"Good news, right?"

"The good news is that the source was right after all. Xu Xin's family does have a token—this mask. You don't need to look at it anymore. This gathering is for anonymous participants, and only those wearing this mask can enter."

"What about the bad news?"

Han Ruiming raised his hand and waved gently.

In his hand, there was another mask, completely black.

"The bad news is that there are two venues for this event, which are very different from each other. You and I must each choose one and then go our separate ways."

(End of this chapter)