Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 216 - 200: The Disappearance of 2 People

Chapter 216: Chapter 200: The Disappearance of 2 People

After such prolonged training, Chen Xinyi had also developed some minor premonitory abilities.

Facing this particular elevator, she sensed no danger at all and stepped right in.

"See, this is the same elevator we came up in."

"Below is the first floor, and just outside is the basketball court, with night owls still playing basketball. You hear that thumping sound of the ball, right?"

"There’s no such thing as Qingtian Hospi..."

Chen Xinyi froze mid-sentence because she hadn’t pressed any buttons, yet the elevator started moving on its own!

The flickering lights seemed to mock the two people who had entered the elevator.

"It’s moving, it’s moving!" Xu Zhijun exclaimed loudly.

"Eh? What’s happening now?" Miss Chen’s scalp tingled and her heart raced as she rapidly pressed the buttons on the elevator.

But no matter how hard she pressed, they wouldn’t light up.

A sensation of weightlessness overcame her; the elevator began to plummet at breakneck speed!

Her cell phone also lost its signal.

"Ah?!" She closed her eyes, only to find that she couldn’t access the Game Training Camp.

It dawned on her that her calamitous nature was acting up!!

"This can’t be happening, how could this suddenly..." Her face screwed up in distress, she was on the verge of crying.

The elevator’s descent grew faster and faster, as if headed to the Eighteen Layers of Hell, falling freely downwards.

"Game... help, help!"

Meanwhile, the burly Xu Zhijun was still ecstatic, fantasizing about finding the miraculous "Qingtian Hospital."

And just like that, the two disappeared within the Black-clothed Guard’s base.

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At the same time, on Hong Kong Island.

A spark of inspiration flashed through her mind.

Feng Ling, who was asleep, vaguely sensed some kind of impending crisis.

Groggy, she rose from her bed, packed her belongings, and climbed out of the hotel window.

"I might need to go somewhere..."

"A very important place."

"I won’t bring this metal piece."

Feng Ling had no idea where she was heading, but she followed an inner guidance, hurrying through the alleyways.

She ran for over half an hour.

Finally, she arrived near a large building on the outskirts of town, surrounded by tall walls.

At the north entrance, a sign read: "Guangyingli Funeral Parlor!"

...

And just 10 minutes after Feng Ling left, the police arrived, knocking on the door with force: "Room check! Is anyone there?"

No one answered.

The hotel staff used a master key to open the door, only to find the room empty.

It was just like in the TV serials; the police were always a beat behind—the bad guys had fled, and the police had just arrived.

"Who reported this?" a member of the Black-clothed Guard asked.

"A man named Pan Hao, claiming to be famous..."

"Pan Hao... who?" Several Black-clothed Guard Investigators thought for a while but couldn’t recall who this Pan Hao was.

They had studied the recent Blood Demon incident, but the textbooks often used pseudonyms for the still-living involved parties, so Pan Hao’s big name was only known to a few.

The two found a large piece of silvery-white metal on the bedside table. Since it was really too heavy, Feng Ling hadn’t taken it with her.

"What kind of metal is this? What was this female guest doing with such a large piece of metal?"

"Put it down... Mithril! This is Mithril!"

Such a large piece of Mithril made the two of them take a sharp breath. This matter might have exceeded their capabilities.

They reported it to their superiors as quickly as possible.

"The Black-clothed Guards did come, but it looks like none of the high-ranking ones came. They’re investigating that piece of Mithril." Pan Hao was sitting in the car, nodding off, when he suddenly got a call from his youngest son.

"Why are they sending a few lousy fish? They didn’t embezzle the Mithril, did they?"

Pan Hao lit a cigarette and took a drag.

Watching Feng Ling’s figure disappear into the night, he wasn’t in a hurry to follow. For Superpower Users with high predictive ability, tracking too close can actually increase the odds of being detected.

Feng Ling had a Beidou Positioning System in her pocket, so unless she ran off to some Different Space, there was no fear of losing her.

"No, no, they handled it very carefully, followed standard procedures, and even called to report to their superiors."

"They even knocked on the door and asked if I had seen traces of this girl. I said no, I don’t recognize her..."

"Mm, that’s a good response."

Pan Hao fell silent for a moment. Now that his family was on vacation overseas, it was only his youngest, smartest son who was helping with some tasks.

The supernatural world is a gateway to another class, and stepping into it recklessly is very dangerous, but completely walking away from it is also hard to let go.

Thus, Pan Hao was only cultivating his smartest child. For the less capable next generation, leading the life of an ordinary person wasn’t bad either.

The so-called first-generation rich and second-generation rich... well, whether it’s ambition, a strong desire for success, or self-discipline, personality traits—there are some differences between the first and second generations.

To pass on wealth eternally is incredibly difficult.

But Pan Hao had a broad perspective on such matters. Qin Emperor, Han Wu, Tang Zong, Song Zu—a dynasty every three hundred years, once his descendants squandered the family wealth, he would likely already be dead. Who could bother with so much then? He didn’t have a throne to inherit.

"Ah, those big organizations always have some organizational disease, slow to react. In critical moments, it’s still up to old Pan to save the world," Pan Hao muttered. "This girl skipped town early."

"Dad, do you want me to come over and back you up? Who is this girl anyway? Is she really that important? Or is it the Strange Objects on her that caught your eye, and you’re planning a heist?"

"Heist, heist, that’s all you think about. Just how much do you weigh, huh? Have you ever killed a chicken, seen a dead person? Novice." Pan Hao chastised bluntly. "Stay in your hotel; if there’s any news from the Black-clothed Guards, let me know. Don’t call—text."

"If you call, you might just get your dad killed."

"I know, I know!"

He switched his phone to silent mode and quietly drove after her.

Soon, the BYD arrived at its destination.

Pan Hao’s pupils contracted slightly: "Guangying Funeral Parlor... What’s she doing in this ghostly place? I knew there was something off about this woman."

Heading to a funeral parlor in the dead of night was enough to make his skin crawl.

Fortunately, this funeral parlor was a regular government institution that incinerated hundreds of people a day, and even in the middle of the night, there were quite a few bereaved families holding vigils inside.

Should he go in and have a look?

"Hope it’s not some reanimated corpse situation... A Demon God... maybe she’s here waiting for someone important from the Black-clothed Guards? Or waiting for a Saint?"

Pan Hao wiped the cold sweat from his face, uncertain of the situation.

He searched on his phone again: "The old Qingtian Hospital, converted into this funeral parlor... Could it be a feng shui issue?"

Suddenly, Feng Ling’s positioning signal vanished!

"People die and birds soar; they live forever if they don’t die."

Pan Hao steeled his nerves, mumbling a few "May the Saint protect me," and touching the letter that read "My name is Pan Hao, but by the time you are reading this, I will already be dead..." He executed a Ladder Cloud Jump, vaulting over the high wall with brute force.

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