CHAPTER 34

Qi Yu, who had witnessed the whole process of Lan Ting going to that damned place "Gu Tong Jing" in her dream, put the whole matter aside after attending Lan Ting's funeral.

The dead were gone, and as an old friend, she felt nothing but grief.

Therefore, when she saw the package in front of her, she was not moved at all. The receipt on the package showed that it had been delivered three days ago.

Dead people wouldn't use China Post to send things. Moreover, this was the Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai postal zone. How could it take so long for the express from Beijing to reach her?

Qi Yu felt that every punctuation mark written on the express delivery was untrustworthy. After all, there were a lot of illegal express deliveries nowadays.

As long as she spent a few more dollars, she could also get a local express delivery from Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan in Hangzhou.

Qi Yu did not open the package. Instead, she took it directly to the guardhouse.

The security of the residential area was very good, and the special surveillance coverage was very comprehensive.

Qi Yu held the package in her hand and said to the security guard, "I received a strange package. I suspect that someone is playing a prank on me.

I'm the owner of this unit. Can you check the surveillance camera? "

After hearing this, the security guard was also very nervous. He showed the video to Qi Yu.

Qi Yu watched the video for a long time. Then, she realized that a man driving a tricycle had put something in her cabinet in the afternoon.

During this period of time, Qi Yu was not in the mood to shop on Taobao. Therefore, when this man appeared, Qi Yu locked on to him.

The weather was very cold. The man was wearing thick clothes and a helmet.

Qi Yu felt that this man gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which made Qi Yu feel an inexplicable sense of panic.

She asked the security guard to enlarge the video a little, and then she clenched her fists in surprise.

Before he left, the man who had been keeping his head down to avoid the surveillance cameras looked up at the camera. He even smiled as if he had succeeded in his prank.

Qi Yu felt a chill run down her spine. She sat back on the chair and said to the security guard, who had a worried expression on his face, "Can you send this video to me? I might need it if I go to the police."

The security guard nodded, and Qi Yu forced herself to watch the video again.

This was something she could not explain. Why did this guy have the same face as Wu Ye?!

Qi Yu rejected the security guard's offer to help her. Instead, she took the surveillance video and went home.

She casually threw the package on the cabinet and stood at the entrance, taking a deep breath.

Qi Yu locked the door from the inside and then took the thing to the living room.

She carefully opened the package that was like a Pandora's box with a small knife in her hand.

After removing the outermost packaging, there was a thick aircraft box inside.

Seeing the corrugated paper box that was usually used to prevent books from being worn out, Qi Yu suddenly guessed what was inside.

The first thing that came into view was a thick stack of photos. At first glance, Qi Yu could tell that the desert in the photos was the place where Lan Ting and the others went after the dream.

Qi Yu put the thick stack of photos aside and saw something that was thick and bound together.

She flipped through it and found that it was a manuscript.

Great writers usually had some unique habits. For example, Qi Yu liked to overeat when she had writing difficulties, and Lan Ting preferred to use paper and pen to record her manuscripts.

Qi Yu roughly flipped through the plot and found that the thing that was sent to her was probably written by Lan Ting after she went to the ghost place to collect literature.

After noticing that the handwriting became more and more sloppy and the order of the words gradually became unclear, Qi Yu felt that the thing sent to her could be split into two parts.

In the third-person narrative, Lan Ting obviously paid more attention to writing skills and the grasp of the plot when writing.

This part should have been written by Lan Ting when she went to Badain Jilin for the first time.

In the second half, the story became a first-person narrative.

She didn't know if it was because of the sloppy handwriting or because the first-person narrative was too immersive, but Qi Yu felt that she felt depressed between the lines.

Words often reflected the author's emotions, and these were what the reader could feel.

Qi Yu looked at Lan Ting's manuscript and felt uncomfortable all over.

She felt that this part should have been written by Lan Ting after she went to Badain Jilin for the second time.

Even if she felt uncomfortable, Qi Yu still forced herself to read the manuscript word by word.

Most of Lan Ting's works were of the modern mystery genre, and this book that she went to Badain Jilin for collecting literature was no exception.

The opening described a group of people who each had their own ulterior motives and gathered in the no man's land in the north of Inner Mongolia, which was full of fantasy because of the legendary treasure.

The protagonists of this story were a couple who had just gotten married.

Lan Ting was a female writer who was full of romantic fantasies. In her novels, the male and female protagonists who had experienced 81 hardships would usually end up dying.

In the ending of this novel, the male and female protagonists were killed because of a "curse" on their way home.

From chapter 30 onwards, Lan Ting's writing focused on the curse and the confrontation between the male and female protagonists against "fate".

The "fate" in Lan Ting's writing was more like the hidden families in martial arts novels. They were rich and everywhere, and the male and female protagonists who had been searching for the truth were played by them like pitiful little mice.

Qi Yu frowned. She felt that the rhythm of the whole story had completely collapsed at a certain section.

Both of them were web writers, so Qi Yu knew that Lan Ting's grasp of the rhythm of the story couldn't be so bad.

No matter what, it seemed that from chapter 30 onwards, Lan Ting had written another story.

Qi Yu turned the book back to the page of chapter 30. She noticed that the wrinkled part of the white paper seemed to have been wet with liquid.

A strange idea popped up in her head. What if this was a clue deliberately left by Lan Ting?

She looked at the words written with a fountain pen on the white paper, then turned and ran to the guest room to look for something in the cabinet.

She turned on the small purple light in her hand. This was a gift from the time she bought the Invisible Pen to play with.

The purple light shone on the white paper, and Qi Yu saw the words written by the Invisible Pen overlapping the original black ink on the paper.

Qi Yu realized that this seemed to be Lan Ting's diary.

"21st March, the second day after returning from Gu Tong Jing.

"The feeling of being watched became more obvious. When I was at the hotel, I noticed that someone had gone through the things in the room when I was out. I went to check the surveillance, but I found nothing.

When I was in the VIP lounge at the airport, I felt like someone was watching me from behind. Even after boarding the plane, the feeling was still there.

"The presence of that gaze was very strong and full of malice. It was so unscrupulous that it made my hair stand on end.

"22nd March, the third day after returning from Gu Tong Jing.

"26th March, my life seemed to have completely gone out of control.

"I became insomniac and irritable. After I found out that the things on the dresser had been touched, it was difficult for me to fall asleep for long periods of time.

I feel like they are by my side.

"I feel like they are coming for me.

"I don't have much time left."

The writing stopped abruptly here.

The handwriting in the diary was not very messy. It recorded every day from the second day after Lan Ting's return to the day of her death.

The content, which was less than a few hundred words, made Qi Yu go from anxiety to fear. According to Lan Ting's description, she was controlled by the power of darkness after returning from the desert, just like the main character in the novel.

Qi Yu pursed her lips. She felt that something was wrong and contradictory.

However, with such a large amount of information spread out in front of her, Qi Yu felt that she needed enough time to digest it.

She put down the manuscript that she had read over and over again and started to look at the photos.

The manuscript was so heavy, so the photos, which were as thick as the manuscript, should contain a lot of information.

Qi Yu looked through the pages and realized that the photos were taken when Lan Ting and the others first went out to play in the desert.

Only the last photo was taken in Lan Ting's study at home.

The angle was a little strange.

Qi Yu picked up the last photo. The composition of the photo was very strange. It took half a table and half a bookcase.

Could there be any clues from the book placed in the bookcase? Qi Yu held the photo and looked at it from various angles.

After she raised the photo up high, she looked at the dark shadow-like thing on the desk and suddenly realized what the photo was.

Qi Yu sucked in a breath of cold air and the photo in her hand fell onto the table.

It was a selfie, a selfie from a girl's usual angle.

This was Lan Ting's last selfie in her life. She disappeared in the photo.

Qi Yu immediately understood the meaning of the last sentence, "There's not much time left". In the end, Lan Ting did the same thing as Daodao in order to find the truth of Daodao's death. She also got on the strange black stone.

Qi Yu was very concerned about the people that Lan Ting said had been following her like a shadow since she came out of the desert. Her mind was suddenly filled with a lot of things. She lay on the sofa and tried to digest and think.

Then, she felt that if she thought about it from a different angle and looked at it from a different perspective, it would be a little creepy.

First, the manuscript that was sent to her was very formal. It could be taken to the publishing house and company as a finished work and signed a contract to get paid.

Second, when the handwriting at the end of the manuscript was so messy, would Lan Ting really be in the mood to bind the manuscript?

Moreover, using ES China Post to send things was very familiar to experienced writers and screenwriters.

To be precise, this was a very popular method. After a draft of a very important work was completed, it was printed into a book and then sent to oneself by registered mail.

In the process of sending the letter, the postmark with the date would be used as key evidence in the future.

This could prove that the author had completed the work during this period of time, and this evidence was recognized by the court.

Of course, this was done in case of copyright or plagiarism disputes in the future, because registered mail had legal effect.

As soon as this idea came to her mind, Qi Yu felt very uncomfortable.

Following this train of thought, she felt that the possibility of Lan Ting committing suicide was very small.

Perhaps it was the group of people who were monitoring her that Lan Ting wrote in his diary that killed her.

And these people had sent it to her.

It was as if the murderer of Lan Ting wanted her curiosity to be aroused by Lan Ting's manuscript.