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Chapter 394 - 360 Martin Wins a Big Prize

Chapter 394: Chapter 360 Martin Wins a Big Prize

The Night Watchman’s face stiffened instantly, and his gaze frantically searched the large storage room, seemingly unable to believe what was before him.

"It doesn’t make sense, I’ve been here for eight years and nothing this absurd has ever happened..."

"So the female corpse... she really disappeared?"

Jiang Xiao’s voice carried a trace of uncertainty, but the question hammered down on everyone’s hearts like a heavy weight.

The curator’s deeply furrowed brow deepened as he quickly walked to the center of the large storage room, his eyes scanning every corner like lightning.

On the walls of the large storage room, the iron racks used to secure bodies were empty, leaving no trace behind.

Bao Lebin was at his peak of nervousness, his hand gripping the handle of the lantern tightly, the light flickering as his hands trembled, casting erratic shadows in the vast storage space.

"Could it have been the Cleaner? Has he really become something invisible to us?"

The Night Watchman’s voice finally squeezed out from his throat, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and confusion.

"The Cleaner? What would he want with a female corpse?"

Jiang Xiao’s words were tinged with irony, but more so with urgency and anxiety.

The curator was silent for a moment, then slowly said,

"Firstly, we can’t rule out any possibility, including... the female corpse leaving on her own."

"Leaving on her own? How is that possible!"

Bao Lebin’s voice was almost a shriek, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Impossible things have happened more than once in this morgue," the curator said in a low, heavy voice. He turned to the three of them and said, "We need to act immediately, and find out the truth."

The four quickly dispersed, each searching every corner of the large storehouse.

Jiang Xiao walked to the now empty iron rack. He crouched down, carefully observing the dust on the floor.

"Here... there are drag marks."

Jiang Xiao’s voice suddenly rose, his finger pointing to a faint trace on the ground.

"Not just the female corpse, all the bodies in the refrigerator... they’re all gone!"

The Night Watchman’s discovery sharply escalated the tense atmosphere in the large storage room.

His words struck like a bolt from the blue, chilling everyone present to the bone.

Upon hearing this, Bao Lebin shivered, his grip on the lantern handle tightened involuntarily, emitting squeaky noises, and the cold air and empty refrigerator turned his face pale.

The curator followed, his gaze quickly scanning over the numbers above the refrigerators, confirming the Night Watchman’s words.

Jiang Xiao, however, did not follow. He stayed at the rack, continuing to examine the markings on the ground.

He realized that these drag marks were not isolated to one, but several, crisscrossing and seemingly leading to a corner of the large storage room.

"Something isn’t right here."

Jiang Xiao muttered to himself, standing up and slowly following the marks, ultimately stopping at an inconspicuous corner.

There was a small vent, the screws of which appeared to have been tampered with, showing slight scratches.

Jiang Xiao crouched down, testing the edges of the vent with his hand, his brow furrowed deeply, a wild idea dawning on him.

"Everyone, come and take a look at this!" Jiang Xiao called out loudly to the others.

The curator and the Night Watchman hurried over, and Bao Lebin, dragging his heavy feet, followed.

They gathered around the vent, observing the marks that Jiang Xiao pointed out.

"This vent... could someone have come through here?" the curator said, his voice filled with incredulity.

"Or something."

Jiang Xiao added, a gleam of investigation flashing in his eyes.

The Night Watchman’s face turned even paler, he swallowed hard, his voice faintly saying.

"We... we need to call the police."

Everyone: "?"

"Are you crazy? If calling the police worked, what would we be doing now?"

The curator agreed with Jiang Xiao and was unwilling to call the police.

"Indeed, we cannot call the police," the curator shook his head with determination in his eyes. "Before the police arrive, we must investigate this ourselves. If there is something lurking here, we cannot let it escape again."

Jiang Xiao gazed deeply at the curator, always feeling that this old geezer had never told the whole truth.

However, he had his own thoughts.

If it wasn’t that he had run off on his long legs,

there were only two other possibilities left.

The first was the invisible person in the restroom, who was most likely the mysteriously missing cleaner.

The second was the ghostly face he saw outdoors...

But, regarding the ghostly face, Jiang Xiao had a doubt in his mind.

That was, he had seen the ghostly face three times in total. Were they all the same person?

The first time, it had blusher smeared cheeks and had run away frantically after Jiang Xiao spotted it.

The second time, it was blurry, but the ghostly face disappeared on its own because the window wouldn’t open.

The third time, which was last night, was the spirit of a mentally impaired little girl that Jiang Xiao had chased outside.

The rules had mentioned:

[Rule Eight: If you see a bloody face outside the window, do not panic, as it might just be your imagination.]

Clearly, the face Jiang Xiao saw did not correspond with what the rules described.

[Why doesn’t Jiang Xiao just drag this curator outside and beat him up?]

Someone, puzzled, posted this question in Dragon Country’s live stream chat.

[Isn’t it obvious? Jiang Xiao is probably worried that he isn’t a match for the curator and the Night Watchman combined.]

[Especially since his last fight with the Night Watchman was unresolved, and he had also revealed his trump card while playing ’Spiderman,’ so being cautious is probably the wisest choice.]

[Ah, Jiang Xiao has changed. I remember he wasn’t this cautious and hesitative before...]

[He might have become more composed, but the entertainment value has definitely plummeted.]

[Well, people grow up, don’t they? Jiang Xiao isn’t a kid anymore, he’s a dad now~]

...

Martin’s curiosity finally overcame his reason.

With trembling hands, he slowly lifted the lid of the box, and a plume of gray-white powder drifted out, settling on his rough hands.

His eyes widened, as if he had discovered something incredible.

"Holy crap! What the hell is this?!"

Martin’s voice echoed in the wilderness, thick with anger and deep fear.

He knew that the mysterious box contained a sealed past, a life no longer breathing.

This object, he had never thought he’d have any connection to, yet now, it appeared before him, like an ominous omen.

To put it simply,

it was their ashes...

Those in the Lighthouse’s live stream watching Martin’s rise were numb.

[Opening a treasure chest to find ashes, for real?]

[I can’t handle this anymore, I’m going to die laughing. Martin is totally jinxed!]

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