Chapter 145: Amnesia

Su Mian did not know what 4399 was thinking, but eating was the top priority. She had to eat first to have the strength to think. And so, Su Mian also began her own "Hard Road."

Old Man Chen downstairs had just finished his lunch and was picking his teeth with a toothpick.

He was still debating whether to ask Old Man Zhang and Old Man Liu to play chess later, or to go find Auntie Zhao for square dancing, when a burnt smell suddenly drifted into his nostrils. He frowned.

Whose house burned their food?

Hiss... but isn't the landlord upstairs? Every time it's time to eat, she runs downstairs; I've never seen her cook.

He thought while lounging on the sofa, but the burnt smell grew stronger, and gray smoke even drifted onto his balcony. Old Man Chen immediately thought of something.

He rushed out of his home in a panic, shouting as he ran, "What a disaster, what a disaster!"

"Fire! The seventh floor is on fire—!"

Someone shouted, and the whole building instantly exploded into chaos.

People downstairs who were still drying quilts, cooking, or making phone calls all poked their heads out.

Some ran out in slippers, others didn't even lock their doors, the iron gates clanging loudly.

Looking up, that south-facing window on the seventh floor was spitting out smoke.

"Oh my god, is it going to burn down?"

"Who lives on the seventh floor?"

"Is the wiring old?"

"Call the fire department! Hurry up and call!"

The crowd of onlookers grew, and the area downstairs was soon packed. Players squeezed into the crowd; Meng Ziqi frowned deeply. Could it be that someone died again?

The girl who was the culprit was still wearing a small floral apron, standing in the crowd with a spatula in her hand, looking a bit dazed.

Fortunately, a mysterious force quickly extinguished it, and the NPCs didn't find it strange.

Those who were calling the fire department hung up immediately and left as if nothing had happened. Old Man Chen, who first discovered the fire, tucked his newspaper under his arm and leisurely headed to the place where they played chess.

Leaving a group of players looking at each other in dismay.

Wang Xiaonan: "Uh... what's the situation? Should we go up and take a look?"

"No need."

Su Mian interrupted her expressionlessly, "I accidentally set the kitchen on fire."

Wang Xiaonan:...

Meng Ziqi:...

Xiao Li:...

【That was very careless, Mian Mian.】

4399 almost couldn't hold back its laughter, holding it in until it almost caused internal injuries. Fortunately, it had made Su Mian run fast, otherwise, it wouldn't be able to laugh right now.

Seeing that there was nothing serious, the crowd dispersed. Qiao Yinuo was still standing where she was, staring intently at the movement upstairs. Su Mian rubbed her fingers, her earlobes heating up.

"Didn't I burn a small pot in the dorm before? You, you... stop looking."

She thought Qiao Yinuo was surprised, so she mumbled to find something to say, but her expression was very confused as she turned her head to stare at Su Mian.

"Do we... know each other?"

What?

In an instant, Su Mian froze. She didn't show any extra expression, but her eyelashes trembled violently. Her fingers stiffened and then quickly relaxed, suppressing her shocked and uncertain expression.

Acting?

No, it doesn't look like it. She and Qiao Yinuo have been together day and night; she knows her very well.

Qiao Yinuo was still looking at her, reaching out to wave in front of her, "Why did you stop talking?"

Su Mian suddenly came back to her senses, but the color on her face had faded at some point, and her lips were pale.

"Nothing," Su Mian rubbed her fingers anxiously, "I recognized the wrong person."

After saying that, she rushed to the second building.

It's a mess, everything is a mess. Her brain was blank, and she couldn't think of anything.

Su Mian panted. She felt she should have thought of something, but now the tinnitus was loud, and her temples were throbbing with a dull pain, making it hard to breathe.

Where was the wall cracked? Cold wind was pouring in.

It chilled her blood, and a sense of coldness rose to the top of her head.

No, no, she had to stay calm. She had to think of the reason. Why would Qiao Yinuo be like this?

Su Mian held her head, trying to force her thoughts back, but her mind couldn't stop running wild. Did Qiao Yinuo lose her memory? What would happen after losing her memory? Would she die here, or would she stay in the instance forever, would she...

"Landlord Miss."

Her train of thought was interrupted. Su Mian was squatting on the ground, still trembling slightly. A large hand picked her up by the thighs. Su Mian's teeth chattered from the cold, and the moment she was picked up, she immediately curled up in that person's arms.

Si She's "legs" wrapped around her, slowly carrying her upstairs.

Click—

The moment the door closed, the girl finally came back to her senses. His tail occupied the entire living room, and the tip of the tail curled up food and sent it to Su Mian's chest.

"Eat something."

Su Mian was silent for two seconds before nodding.

"Thank you."

"So polite?"

Si She raised his eyebrows, coiled her in his arms, and played with her hair. This time, he finally didn't sit in the suitcase anymore.

Su Mian was wearing a milky white sweater. The clothes were big, and as they were tightened by the snake tail, heat soon rose, and her whole body became warm.

This meal was eaten in silence. Although Su Mian was usually like this when eating, today the air pressure was clearly lower.

Si She braided her loose hair into a plait and draped it over the girl's left shoulder, and there was no more movement.

On the third day, someone died in the second building again.

The one who died was the streamer across from Qiao Yinuo. Her wax figure was still sitting in front of the computer with a smile on its face, one hand raised, tapping her little finger, as if she were live-streaming. She was talking to the barrage when she died.

But the computer screen had already gone black, and nothing could be found.

"What a disaster, I was still watching her live stream yesterday! Suddenly she stopped moving, it's too scary."

"Yeah, yeah, suddenly she froze there. I thought it was lagging, but the next second the screen went black."

"This... this is the third person to die. Let's run away, maybe the next one will be us!"

"I don't have money, I'll just stay here. I have no grudges or grievances with him, why would he kill me!"

Meng Ziqi: "Serial murder case?"

After saying that, several people entered the room to check. The room was still normal, no corpse, no bloodstains, no strange rituals.

"What is she doing?"

Qiao Yinuo observed the wax figure's movements for a long time and asked in confusion.

Xiao Li replied, "Well, she should be rushing the popularity ranking. I used to watch live streams too. Some streamers like to rush the ranking in the last bit of time. Streamers usually count down to signal fans to throw popularity tickets."

After hearing this, Su Mian immediately compared the same gesture. Her eyes flowed, and she stretched out her five fingers, pressing them down one by one.

Countdown?

But the finger that should be extended at the end of the countdown is the index finger, not the little finger. Meng Ziqi understood what Su Mian was thinking and touched his chin, guessing.

"If it's a countdown, then she should be comparing it like this."

Meng Ziqi signaled the players to look at him, and he stretched out five fingers.

"Some people count down and are used to this."

Comparing four, the thumb goes down; three, the little finger goes down; comparing two, the ring finger, and then the middle finger; when it's one, the remaining one is the index finger.

"And another group of people are used to this."

Four is the same as the previous one, but for three, the index finger goes down, then the middle finger, and finally the ring finger, leaving one little finger.