Chapter 353 Sealed Memory

I can't describe my mood at this moment in words.

The woman in the room was beautiful, with no discomfort whatsoever on her body, and was walking around like a most normal person.

But this is precisely the scariest part.

The person I witnessed dying reappeared in front of me in a normal way.

What is she?

I stood in the entrance hall, staring closely at Song Yalan.

Song Yalan didn't seem to notice my presence. She paced back and forth anxiously, suddenly glanced at the entrance hall uneasily, and then hurried over.

I was still thinking about what kind of mentality I should have when facing her, but she had already run to me without stopping.

"You" my words didn't come out.

Song Yalan passed directly through me, as if it was just a phantom.

I was stunned.

There was the sound of the door being locked behind me, and soon after, Song Yalan hurried back to the living room, and the same thing passed through my body like a phantom.

ghost?

It seems not.

Ghosts can also communicate with people, but she seemed completely unaware of my existence.

What is she at this moment?

Song Yalan locked the doors and windows and ran into the study.

The study door was not closed tightly, and a faint light leaked out.

Since she can't see me, I can safely observe everything at this moment.

Striding into the study, Song Yalan sat at the desk and looked at her phone with a solemn expression.

Black, big screen.

Frowning, I reached into my pocket and took out an identical mobile phone.

She obviously gave me the mobile phone in the live broadcast room, why is there another one that is exactly the same?

Could it be

I finally understand.

What I see now is a memory.

Everything in the world can exist.

Song Yalan saved this memory in Random Deposit Company.

What was she going to tell me?

I walked up to her and looked at the live broadcast room phone in her hand.

On the screen, it turned out to be my photo!

Song Yalan was wearing the dress she wore when we first met, and looked at the same clock on the wall.

Current time, 11pm.

This scene should be a memory from the day before we met.

The next moment, the photo on the screen disappeared and was replaced by a countdown.

The seconds are ticking backwards, and there are still 58 minutes left.

What happens at midnight?

Song Yalan was stunned for a while, sighed, and put the phone aside.

"That's all we can do."

As she spoke, she took out a notebook from the drawer.

Yes, that's the blood-stained diary I found.

She hurriedly turned to the last page, took a pen and scribbled a paragraph on it.

"Failure of live broadcast does not mean death. Survive the next strange story. You have one more chance to start over before being forgotten by everyone forever."

"I hope you're lucky enough."

"If you can find the treasure of the stars, please choose the White Tiger."

After finishing writing, she stared at these lines for a long time, then suddenly reached out to tear them off and lit them with a lighter.

The pages turned to ashes in the ashtray. Song Yalan put away the notebook, stuffed it into the bookshelf, and then took the ashtray to the bathroom.

Ashes were poured into toilets and flushed down drains, ashtrays were cleaned and wiped dry.

Everything is restored to its original state.

Song Yalan picked up her bag, took the mobile phone in the live broadcast room, took a deep look at her house, and quickly went out.

When she opened the door and the light came in, all the images in front of me disappeared.

I stood in a dark void.

Although the picture disappeared, my heart could not calm down. It was chaotic and shocked, like a shocking wave.

a long time.

I suddenly remembered that there was a time limit here, so I quickly turned around, opened the door and ran out.

When I stepped out with my legs, the incense on the door was just burning.

Fortunately, I made it in time.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sir, your time is over, please leave with me."

The beautiful woman in a red cheongsam showed an emotionless smile and led me out of the deep corridor.

When we came out of the old building, the sky was already slightly bright.

The city is no longer peaceful, and people who get up early for life have begun to rush around.

I hurried back to the village in the city.

After washing my face with cold water, I calmed myself down, found paper and pen, and wrote those few sentences on them.

"Failure of live broadcast does not mean death. Survive the next strange story. You have one more chance to start over before being forgotten by everyone forever."

"I hope you're lucky enough."

"If you can find the treasure of the stars, please choose the White Tiger."

Putting down the pen, I looked at these sentences and thought about them over and over again.

Failure in live broadcast does not mean death. This is easy to understand.

It is not difficult to guess that Song Yalan was the previous anchor. She failed in her task and was wiped out by the system.

This kind of erasure is not as simple as killing directly, but erasing the traces of this person's existence in the world.

Not only will it disappear from other people's memories, but you will also forget who you are.

This is also what Song Yalan fears most.

She knew that she would forget all this, so she deliberately wrote these words and then stored this memory in a random deposit company.

If she hadn't died, this memory would be of no use.

If she died, this memory would be a very important clue.

What does it mean to survive the next weird story?

I lit a cigarette and carefully recalled the days when I first met her, and suddenly something moved in my heart.

After I became the new anchor, the first victim in the ghost stories was Song Yalan.

In other words, if the live broadcast fails, it will not be immediately wiped out by the system and will become the next victim of strange rumors.

If you can survive, there is hope for a fresh start.

Among the people Song Yalan knows, there is Zhan Lan who has not forgotten her existence, so she has been trying to get rid of the ghost talk live broadcast room.

However, for some reason, she chose to sacrifice herself to prevent the birth of the python.

Before he died, he gave me this important clue.

I rubbed my sore temples and sorted out my chaotic thoughts.

Song Yalan actually wanted to tell me that after the live broadcast fails, there is a chance to start again.

What is the opportunity? The last sentence is the key!

Treasure of the stars!

The white tiger is one of the four images of the twenty-eight constellations.

My scalp was numb.

Almost everything I encounter, whether it is the live broadcast of Guaitan or other people and things, cannot escape the Twenty-Eight Constellations.

What do the twenty-eight constellations symbolize?

I took out the astrolabe again, and my father's notebook.

The familiar handwriting and the shining light of the stars intertwined into an invisible network, enveloping me in it.

a long time.

I put all my belongings away and lit the note.

Watching the note slowly turn into ashes, my eyes tightened little by little.

No matter what happens next, I will do my best to find the treasure of the stars.

I lit another cigarette and fell into thinking again.

Ding.

The ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly broke the silence.

I suddenly came to my senses.

On the screen, Li Xin's number was displayed.

"Hey, brother Yunfeng, I found out about the ancient tomb where the pearl flower was unearthed! What constellation is related to it?"