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I turned on the light in the room, and the dim yellow light came on, revealing the woman's true appearance.

He has an oval face, almond-shaped eyes and a sharp nose, long legs, thin but muscular figure, neat and neat short hair, and a heroic spirit between his eyebrows.

She is beautiful, but her expression is very cold.

"Before I tell you, you have to answer me a question." I looked at her with a smile, "You are the one who opened my shop today, right?"

The short-haired beauty was stunned for a moment and admitted frankly: "It's me!"

"So, don't even think about lying to me, I already know all your background!"

"Who are you Song Yalan? Why are you so nervous about her news?"

"She's my sister."

"Is she your sister? Your surname is Song too?" This time it was my turn to be stunned.

"My name is Zhan Lan, Zhan of Zhan, Lan of blue sky. Don't look at me like that, she is not my biological sister but she is better than my biological sister!" the short-haired beauty said fiercely.

"So you'd better explain everything clearly, otherwise I will never let you get out of here alive!"

"I just think this surname is quite rare. A pretty little girl shouldn't shout and kill her all the time."

I was thinking about how to explain to her how I knew Sister Hong, no, Song Yalan, without exposing the live broadcast room of Guaitan.

"I believe you already know who I am." After considering my words, I spoke.

"Nonsense, a magic stick!" Zhan Lan said coldly.

"About ten days ago, your sister came to my shop and asked me a very strange question." I said slowly, "She asked: What is the scariest thing for you."

"She also said that she had amnesia and couldn't remember who she was, and no one around her seemed to remember her. For her, this was the most terrifying thing."

"I'm not a doctor and couldn't help her, so she left."

Zhan Lan's face changed and he looked sad: "Not long before she disappeared, she asked me if I would forget her existence one day."

"If I had noticed this, would things have been different?"

"People have no ability to predict the future." I lit a cigarette and sat on the dusty bed. "Just like me, I never expected that I would meet your sister here for the second time."

"Why is she here? I heard that there are terrible rumors about this Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop. The owner of the Steamed Bun Shop is probably a perverted murderer."

"I can't answer your question. That night I had some business and I came here to rent a room, and I happened to meet your sister."

"It's such a coincidence, didn't you do it on purpose?" Zhan Lan was very suspicious, his bright eyes stared at me sharply, as if he wanted to see through me.

"Listen to me first." I blew out a smoke ring and told the story of Song Yalan's evil that night, omitting the live broadcast of course.

This heroic and beautiful girl is very smart, and making up random excuses can easily be seen through, so the best way is to tell the truth selectively.

"She broke into your room? And she was possessed by evil spirits? Do you dare to be better at making up lies?" Zhan Lan showed her sharp dagger again, with my blood still on the blade.

I touched my neck and said, "Girl, there are many mysterious and unknown things in this world. Just because you haven't encountered them before, doesn't mean they don't exist."

"She escaped from the bun shop before me. I picked up a bunch of keys on the ground, which belonged to Yunhui Yayuan. Out of curiosity, of course I had to investigate."

"Then what did you find out?"

"It's a very strange phenomenon. There are clearly signs of someone living in the house, but the security guard of the community said that the house has always been empty and has not been sold at all."

Zhan Lan was not surprised when he heard this, as if he had known it for a long time.

"Only this?"

"This is the diary I found in her house." I clicked out the photo taken with my phone and handed it to Zhan Lan.

In the photo, the bloodstains on the diary still look shocking, and the trembling words in the writing clearly reveal the pain of the person who wrote it.

"The thing I feared most finally happened, what should I do?"

"It's her handwriting!" Looking at the photo, Zhan Lan's hands were trembling, and great sadness and confusion appeared on his beautiful face.

"What she fears most is being forgotten, but why would everyone forget her?"

I didn't speak, thinking silently.

"A good person suddenly disappeared from the world! Except for me, no one remembers her existence, including her parents. Photos and all traces of her life disappeared, as if this person had never existed in the world."

"I asked everyone and looked for all the clues, and found that you had entered her house. I tried every method and finally found your home."

"But you told me that you don't know where she went."

Zhan Lan's words sounded incredible.

But I suddenly figured out what I had never understood before.

The security guards at Yunhui Yayuan did not lie, but they forgot Song Yalan's existence.

Similarly, Song Zhujun on the 17th floor did not have auditory hallucinations. Although she did not remember Song Yalan, the sounds of activities upstairs remained in her memory.