This humble Taoist priest has terrified the world with a Chinese-style horror game!

[Waiting for the next call.]

That blank certificate.

It is still stuck in the cracks between the rubble.

The paper stopped pushing outwards.

Inside the registration gate.

A wet curtain on a dark wooden table.

But he turned the page first.

There is no wind.

No one touched it.

Zhang Hao's feet.

The black license plate that reads "Zhang Hao".

It is no longer shiny.

Lifespan: Three years.

It remains on the back.

There was no reduction.

It wasn't crossed out.

That phrase, "Change to a formal name."

It slowly sank into the wet, black paper.

The faceless ghost still stood in the same spot.

The diagonal crease on its chest.

It has been folded into a very small hollow corner.

It has no name.

There were no new prints.

At the very top of the black wooden table.

The page that read "Temporary Records"

Suddenly it spread out to both sides.

Originally, the two lines of text were separate.

【nameless.】

[To be investigated.]

It wasn't painted over.

Just below each character.

There's an extra, very thin gray line.

The gray lines extend deep into the paper.

Zhang Hao brought the terminal closer.

The end of the gray line.

Four words slowly emerged.

[Unclaimed.]

Lin Ye glanced at it.

"Take a picture of the original text first."

Zhang Hao did not write anything.

First, take a full picture of the paper.

Film "Nameless" again.

Take another photo [to be investigated].

At last.

Take a picture of those four characters that just appeared.

When the shot is saved.

[Unclaimed.]

The first character.

Suddenly, a corner of it got wet.

unmanned.

The edges of the two characters.

It was gradually smoothed out by the black water.

next moment.

[Unclaimed resource.]

Four new, wet black characters.

It emerges from its original position.

The handwriting is deeper.

It's also neater.

Right side of the page.

Automatically expand one column.

[Can be called repeatedly.]

The right hand of the faceless ghost.

Suddenly it dropped an inch.

It did not come across any famous calligraphic works.

Half a name card.

But it stuck to its palm.

There was no name on the paper.

There's just one more gray line.

The gray line also points in the same direction.

[Can be called repeatedly.]

Lin Ye's sword sheath.

It was pressed against the edge of the dark wooden table.

"Unclaimed."

he said.

"It does not mean it is ownerless."

Behind the window.

no respond.

The wet tent continues to turn the page.

Page 2.

A cracked black license plate.

It lies in the center of the paper.

Next to the license plate.

Originally, there was a line of very faint small print.

[Number missing, processing temporarily suspended.]

Black water seeped over the edge of the paper.

The matter will be temporarily suspended.

Four words.

First it turns grayish-white.

Then.

[Unclaimed resource, pending allocation.]

Zhang Hao's breathing paused for a moment.

"It's not a retroactive registration."

"It's changing its category."

Lin Ye said.

"Original characters and modified characters".

"Leave them all."

Zhang Hao took it from the record folder.

Take out a piece of dry paper.

The paper is very thin.

There are no words.

He did not press the paper onto the wet tent.

It just hangs above the first page.

The wet, black ink on the paper.

Little by little.

It seeps into the back of the dry paper.

First of all.

[Unclaimed.]

Then.

[Unclaimed resource.]

The two lines of text do not overlap.

Zhang Hao uses a pen.

Leave a blank space between the two lines.

No arrows were drawn.

The replacement was not successful.

When the first sheet of dry paper is removed.

The first page of the wet tent.

The original characters are no longer visible.

Zhang Hao lowered his head.

Looking at the seven night crossing records saved in the terminal.

Zhou Youtian.

Three words.

It stopped on the screen.

He opened his mouth.

No sound.

Lin Ye looked at him.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Hao stared at those three words.

A few breaths passed.

"I can see it."

He said.

"But I can't call out."

The name on the terminal.

no change.

Wet marks on the wooden pillar on the left.

It's still in the original record.

Zhang Hao also remembers.

It was a ring of light dampness.

The person whose wet print corresponds to.

Suddenly, only one scene remained.

It has no name.

Lin Ye looked at the dry paper in his hand.

"One page at a time."

"One less?"

Zhang Hao did not answer immediately.

He turned to the second page.

[Number missing, processing temporarily suspended.]

It has disappeared.

All that's left on the paper.

[Unclaimed resource, pending allocation.]

"Leave the original word first."

He said.

"The name can still be found in the records later."

"The original characters are gone."

"I don't know how it was modified."

Lin Ye did not stop him.

Zhang Hao took the second sheet of dry paper.

It was suspended above the wet tent.

The original fine characters seeped through the paper.

Number missing.

The matter will be temporarily suspended.

Then comes the part about the future.

Unclaimed resources.

To be adjusted.

When the second piece of paper left.

Zhang Hao suddenly raised his head.

In the terminal.

The door frame indentation of Chen Shouhe.

He made it very big.

Two black marks.

It is flatly pasted below the threshold.

"Which one is this?"

he asks.

Lin Ye did not speak for him.

Zhang Hao's fingers.

It stopped on the screen.

Much later.

"I can't call out anymore."

On the second page of dry paper.

Original characters and modified characters.

They are still separated from each other.

Lin Ye asked him to put the two pieces of paper down.

Place it on the left side of the dark wooden table.

One by one.

Do not stack.

No clamping.

Between each sheet.

Leave a distance of about one hand's width.

Turn to the third page of the wet tent.

This page does not have a number plate.

There were only white lines that had come off the wrists of living people.

Three years.

Five years.

ten years.

And that middle-aged woman.

Twenty years that were forcibly handed over.

The white line does not indicate the owner.

At the very top of the page.

There was originally a line of small print.

[Provider not verified.]

Black water emerges from below the white line.

Not nuclear.

Two words.

It was quickly covered up.

New text.

[Unclaimed resource, eligible for review.]

Zhang Hao did not expand immediately.

He first lifted the terminal.

Take a picture of each white line.

One serving per stick.

No summary was provided.

The total number was not calculated.

The middle-aged woman's twenty years.

It is still just a single white line.

It was not recorded as a completed transaction.

It was not written as such.

You can change it back to any name.

Lin Ye saw the end of the white line.

They still bypassed the faceless ghosts.

He landed in that empty judge's seat.

Wet stains on the chair surface.

It's deeper than before.

"Don't make a rubbing of this page yet."

Lin Ye said.

"It's moving."

Zhang Hao nodded.

The two did not approach the judge's bench.

The wet tent turned to its third page on its own.

Page 4.

Page 5.

Page 6.

On every page.

Different temporary records appeared.

Some of them have no names.

Some of them did not have license plates.

Some only have half a death certificate left.

Some don't even have proof.

They were originally in different states.

After rewriting.

But they all stopped in the same column.

[Unclaimed resource.]

below.

[Can be called repeatedly.]

The crease on the chest of the faceless ghost.

Tighten again.

That empty corner.

It's already like a folded boat ticket.

Zhang Hao didn't touch it.

"They are investigating something."

He said.

"Send them to the same place."

Lin Ye said:

"Just remember where they were sent."

"Don't remember them as the same thing."

Zhang Hao divided the terminal into several screens.

Every page of the wet tent.

Every gray line.

Every unfinished record.

Save them separately.

There is no composite list.

The objects were not grouped together.

Deepest part of the wet tent.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound of paper.

An older page, darker in color.

It was slowly flipped out from under the ledger.

The paper edges are already brittle.

There is no new moisture.

There was also no newly formed black water.

At the very top.

There are only four faded words.

[Unclaimed.]

Zhang Hao stopped.

This page was not changed immediately.

At the bottom of the page.

It was stamped with a blurry old seal.

The printing surface is worn.

All that can be seen is a white line that folds inward.

The white frost between Lin Ye's brows.

It cracked slightly.

"Print".

Zhang Hao first photographed the old seal.

Take another picture of the paper texture.

Take another picture of the footer.

Below the footer.

There is a line of very thin, old characters.

It's not the current recording format.

There is also no system number.

Zhang Hao zoomed in on the image.

After seeing that line of text.

He did not speak immediately.

Lin Ye asked:

"What?"

Zhang Hao turned the terminal over.

It says in the footer.

[First rewrite: 427 years before the system's public debut.]

Behind the black wooden table.

All white windows.

It was extinguished at the same time.

A faceless ghost stood in front of the window.

Half a name card in the palm of my hand.

It is now completely transparent.

On that old page.

[Unclaimed.]

It finally began to be covered by wet black ink.

But before the rewriting.

Zhang Hao has already transferred it onto the third sheet of dry paper.

At the very bottom of the paper.

The white mark from that old stamp is still there.