Peninsula: I'm being supported by a top idol.

Cui Shi'an dragged his heavy steps back to the dormitory.

Looking around, everything was as before.

The computer monitor, which had been left plugged in, was still flashing its lights, while the textbooks on the bookshelf behind it remained neatly arranged.

The unfinished beverage bottle is still on the most convenient left-hand side.

My roommate was still snoring loudly, sleeping like a log.

It was only one night, but it felt like an eternity had passed.

It turned out that the price of resurrection was even more severe than he had imagined.

You see, being unable to leave the North City District means he can't even return to the country now.

In addition, the young girl also warned him not to go near flowing water such as rivers or streams.

She even said that salt and rice were off-limits!

These two items represent "purity" and can dispel filth and prevent evil spirits from invading.

"Does this mean I have to eat steak every single meal from now on?"

Cui Shi'an planned to write it down on a piece of paper so that he could remind himself at any time, lest he accidentally forget the taboo and die without even knowing how.

As he wrote, he looked at the taboos and couldn't help but wonder, "Does this mean I've become an evil spirit now?"

Thinking of this, he quickly picked up a mirror and looked at himself, but there was no change in his reflection; he still looked like a human.

The skin is also very elastic.

Thankfully, it didn't turn into any kind of zombie monster.

After putting down the mirror, Cui Shi'an fell into deep thought again.

younger sister?

A past life?

And that girl?

Without realizing it, he started drawing mind maps on paper, a habit he had developed while doing research.

[First Question] His sister from his past life wanted him to remember their past life…

Why? What was her motive?

[Second Question] The girl he saved must have had a tragic fate with him in his past life. According to the young messenger's words, if he cannot resolve it, he will surely die because of that girl in his next life.

And that dream…

Cui Shi'an vaguely remembered that at that time, a face seemed to appear in his mind—the woman who risked her life to send him onto the ship.

It was that dream that made him feel lost all day. The heart-wrenching guilt and helplessness spurred him to push out that palm strike with all his might.

Is there any connection between these two things?

Could it be... her?

But in his dream, it was clearly a woman who risked her life to save him.

Furthermore, there are no clear clues indicating that the two are the same person.

Even the authenticity of that dream is questionable.

But regardless of whether it is true or not, Cui Shi'an felt that the only clues he had so far seemed to be able to get to her.

Cui Shi'an immediately took out the business card given to him by the lawyer, intending to use this method to deduce the girl's identity. After all, in this era, the most efficient thing is always the internet.

Soon, Choi Si-an found the lawyer's information online. His full name was Kim Jun-hui, and he was a partner at a law firm.

He then looked up the law firm's clients and found that it had more than twenty affiliated companies, with clients ranging from energy and chemical companies to entertainment companies!

Continuing to search like this is undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack...

Cui Shi'an was not giving up and wanted to find out if these business owners had daughters or granddaughters of similar age, preferably with photos.

Clearly, they gained nothing.

On the other hand, when you search for SM Entertainment's daughters, a whole bunch of information pops up, from Kim Tae-yeon and Lee Soon-kyu to Bae Joo-hyun and Yoo Ji-min, and even the late Choi Sulli!

Pooh!

The sinister face of capitalists, who prey on naive children. What boss would treat the company's products like his daughter?

Only a fool would take that seriously.

The trail went cold, and Cui Shi'an felt a sudden unease.

Then, he suddenly remembered another key item—the triangular arrowhead!

If my deduction is true, that arrowhead might also be related to the dream!

He hurriedly searched through all his pockets, but found nothing.

"Could it have been left at the scene of the car accident? Or... at the hospital?" He frowned. Had even this item been lost?

Just then, I heard the creaking of the bed behind me.

"Ugh..." Tian Ming yawned widely, rubbed his sleepy eyes, sat up, and asked indistinctly:

"Shi'an...where did you go last night? Why are you only coming back now? Maybe you've been seeing someone behind my back?"

Cui Shi'an rolled his eyes. That's just how this guy is; he can't stop talking about women.

But he had no time for jokes at that moment, staring intently at his roommate:

"Where did that arrowhead you gave me come from?"

"Huh?" The guy stretched leisurely. "You mean arrowheads? Didn't I already tell you? Dongdaemun, huh?"

"Be specific!"

"It's the Qianhu Road flea market... what's wrong?"

Looking at his bewildered expression, Cui Shi'an was filled with suspicion: "Why would you go to a place like that? I've never heard of you having that kind of hobby."

"I don't know why I went there. I was just passing by that place that day, and suddenly I had the urge to go in and take a look. I had just gone in when someone called me over and asked me to buy that thing..." Tian Ming recalled, while also speaking suspiciously.

"What's wrong? Why are you asking me such irrelevant questions first thing in the morning?"

On a whim? Cui Shi'an stared at him intently for a long time, and after confirming that the guy wasn't lying, he became even more confused.

Based on his understanding of Tian Ming, it was impossible for him to be interested in antiques.

Moreover, every time this guy goes to the Dongdaemun flea market, he's always looking for secondhand designer brands; he would never spend a penny on antiques.

"So... how much did you pay for that?"

"30,000 Korean won."

"You would spend 30,000 won on an antique?" Choi Si-an squinted, scrutinizing him closely.

"Could it be that I've fallen for a honey trap? What, is the boss some kind of beauty?"

"How do you know?" Tian Ming gestured excitedly as he described her: "The proprietress has a very elegant demeanor, very fair skin, and is very tall..."

"So what does it look exactly like?"

Tian Ming was taken aback, racked his brains for a long time, but finally shook his head, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes: "I don't remember..."

Fearing ridicule from Cui Shi'an, he quickly added, "But she's definitely a stunning beauty, otherwise I wouldn't have been fooled by her!"

Cui Shi'an knew that he wouldn't get any answers by asking any more questions. What could he expect from this womanizing bastard?

"Then where did you hear that about passageways and objects that hold obsessions from?"

"Did I say that?" Tian Ming scratched his head, indicating that he didn't remember. "I probably just said it offhand."

Cui Shi'an was speechless. He pointed to his nose and said, "Then look at me. Do you see any difference between me and yesterday?"

"What's different?" Upon hearing this, my roommate stroked his chin and squinted as he examined the room.

Cui Shi'an felt uneasy under the stare; he simply wanted to see if he appeared any different in other people's eyes.

"Tell me quickly! Are there any differences?"

"Yes!" My roommate nodded seriously.

Cui Shi'an's heart sank immediately, and she hurriedly asked, "How is it different?"

"You're no longer pure!"

"Huh?" Cui Shi'an subconsciously took a few steps back. Was the identity of the evil spirit so obvious?

"Hmph, tell me honestly, who did you give your virginity to last night?"

"Oh, damn it..."