Chapter 122: Ghost?
The piercing scream even caused the glass in the room to tremble faintly, the pain contained within making one involuntarily speculate what torment it was enduring.
The youth wanted to speak, but found his voice instantly devoured by the scream, so much so that even he couldn’t hear himself clearly.
He had no choice but to hold the mobile phone farther away, frowning as he waited for the other side to calm down.
A few seconds later, the sound abruptly vanished.
The room suddenly returned to silence, the huge contrast making the youth suspect if he had been roared deaf.
Moreover, he hadn’t turned on the speaker just now, and the speaker’s volume had limits.
It was hard to imagine what kind of creature could produce such a cry.
“Hello…”
After bringing the mobile phone closer, the youth was about to continue speaking when he discovered the call had already been hung up by the person on the other end.
“What does this mean? Is the other side not a lunatic?”
Feeling baffled, the youth called back again.
However, this time the unknown number showed no intention of answering; the prompt tone had just rung once when the call was cut off.
“Ran away? Then wasn’t all my suffering for nothing?”
He made several more calls, and the hang-up speed on the other side grew faster and faster.
In the end, there wasn’t even a prompt tone; the call interface flashed briefly and then disappeared.
If it weren’t for the special current situation, the youth felt he could grind it out with them all day.
But the surrounding environment didn’t allow him to do so.
Helplessly, the youth dialed other numbers, hoping to find relevant clues.
But these numbers didn’t seem as special as the unknown number; after dialing each one in turn, none connected.
Just like a phone that had truly lost signal, it only showed 【No signal currently, dialing failed】 reminder.
“So there really is no signal here; the problem is with this number…”
The youth gripped the mobile phone, pondering, “Since only it can connect, how about trying a few more calls?”
He called the unknown number again.
【No signal currently, dialing failed】
As if influenced by his self-muttering just now, this time it didn’t connect, merely popping up the same prompt as the other numbers.
“Fine, fine, fine, playing like this…” The youth was so angry he laughed.
This outrageous operation successfully refreshed his cognition, but the other side had better not let him find them, or he’d definitely share this current joy properly.
Exiting the call history, the greatest remaining option was just text messages.
After opening it.
There was only one message inside, sent by Yao Jin.
【Zhang Qian, I’ve already sent the information you wanted via email; please check it.】
Having just glanced at it, the youth—now should be called Zhang Qian—felt his spirits invigorated.
Knowing the name was a not insignificant progress.
At least he had crucial information, making it more convenient to search for other clues.
He checked the mobile phone again to confirm nothing was missed, then Zhang Qian looked toward the thing that interested him most.
With a click, the golden Desert Eagle gleaming with cold light suddenly chambered a round.
As if by natural instinct, Zhang Qian clearly knew how to use this thing.
He pulled out the magazine, and with two swift sounds, completed the unloading operation.
A shiny golden bullet fell into his palm; the tip was brilliant gold, and the base had a corresponding dent for the firing pin.
“The real deal… then this gets interesting.”
Earlier, seeing this flashy shape, Zhang Qian thought it was a toy like a replica gun, but no matter how realistic a replica gun, the details couldn’t be this precise.
“There’s actually a gun, so my identity is somewhat special… police? Agent? Or perhaps assassin?”
Combining his memories—or rather, the common sense that hadn’t disappeared—Zhang Qian deduced his identity.
In this country, anyone who could get their hands on a gun wasn’t simple; getting involved in such strange events seemed understandable.
“Makes sense; an ordinary person seeing this ship would probably have run long ago. Only someone like me with ulterior motives would climb aboard.”
Holstering the gun, Zhang Qian looked around.
“Maybe my purpose in coming here is to carry out some mission. Though I don’t know what that mission is or what it’s for, I’m clueless right now anyway, so why not try completing it and see what clues I can gather along the way.”
Having found a temporary goal, his tense mood eased considerably.
Just then, a mirror directly facing the bed caught his attention.
“Just knowing the name, I still don’t even know what I look like…”
This mirror’s border was dark red wood, and the mirror surface was dulled by dust; he hadn’t noticed its existence before without looking closely.
Zhang Qian curiously leaned close to the mirror, somewhat expectant about his appearance.
Unfortunately, the thick dust stuck to the mirror surface like a membrane, leaving him no gap.
After looking around, Zhang Qian walked to the window and politely said, “Mind if I borrow this?”
No response.
That meant consent.
“Swish—”
A large section of curtain was torn down, balled up, and turned into a useful rag.
However, this hole-ridden curtain wasn’t exactly clean; it could only wipe off dust.
The creaking wiping sounds didn’t last long before a large area of the mirror was cleared.
But some stubborn stains still clung to it, making the entire mirror surface look somewhat hazy.
These were minor issues; as long as it worked.
Leaning close to the mirror again, Zhang Qian’s expression froze.
The image in the mirror was normal, but there was no figure in that image—just an empty room and a bed covered in mold spots.
“How is that possible…”
In disbelief, Zhang Qian touched the mirror; his finger left a faint print on the dirty surface.
But the image in the mirror didn’t change due to his action; still no figure appeared.
Could this not be a mirror, but a window, or a photo?
Thoughts racing, he instantly thought of several possibilities.
As for the truth, a quick test would do.
“Swish—”
Under Zhang Qian’s forceful tug, the quilt on the bed suddenly flew up, with countless dust and debris accumulated over time scattering into the air.
The already stale air instantly became turbid, even the light dimming somewhat, but Zhang Qian had no attention for these things now, just staring fixedly at the mirror.
He could even accept if the mirror showed no change.
But the quilt in the image actually floated up on its own.
The quilt in Zhang Qian’s hand wasn’t yet down, yet the quilt in the mirror eerily lifted in an arc, as if supported by some invisible figure.
“…Ghost?”
