The atmosphere in the hotel room was slightly sad. I've always been scared, carefully considering every word and expression, so I don't show any difference from others. But I don't have the sadness in their hearts.

I now know what the changed past looks like. Just knowing this is enough for me to understand a lot of things.

After comparing the two, I think Lu Qiaolan is already happy in the changed past.

At the very least, she had a wonderful reunion with her precious teddy bear. After that, it was not Lu Qiaolan who felt the pain, but the teddy bear who survived.

Teddy bears are just toy spirits, not real people. They were born because of Lu Qiaolan's consciousness, and I can't completely treat them as real people. Now this change makes me feel better. Those teddy bears may lose their vitality and turn back into ordinary toys because of Lu Qiaolan's complete death. In that case, there will probably not even be the pain of losing or killing the master.

I thought so, waiting for the others to recover.

"Then, if Lina doesn't die, there is a chance that this plague will continue to spread." Wu Ling first drew everyone's attention back to the incident itself.

The Toy Ghost King was eliminated and Lina survived, and this ending cannot be said to be perfect. Even, judging from the reasoning just now, Lina is more dangerous than the Ghost King.

"Why did she become a ghost? Became a ghost king too? Or is she the ghost king in the first place? Chen Xiaoqiu asked.

This question cannot be answered for the time being. It's just to reason, we don't have enough clues, it's okay to guess blindly, but that kind of blind guess can't even find a far-fetched clue as evidence.

But we can make assumptions based on these questions.

Wu Ling and Chen Xiaoqiu discussed this.

There are now a total of nine people on both of us, and if you want to talk about the reasoning and analysis ability in this area, Chen Xiaoqiu and Wu Ling are the two who are the best. One is a natural talent, and the other may also be an innate talent, plus the supernatural knowledge learned the day after tomorrow, so that he has this reasoning ability, and can confidently determine the accuracy of his reasoning.

In contrast, I thought a lot about the possibilities, but I didn't think about which of them was more probable, and I didn't think carefully about the probabilities.

I listened to the analysis of the two, and suddenly felt a little confused, and my eyelids began to heavily.

I feel sleepy.

But this is not the time to be sleepy, and I shouldn't be sleepy because of this kind of thing. This is not one of those difficult or boring courses when you are studying.

I wanted to keep myself awake, but I couldn't.

I closed my eyes and felt my soul float at the same time.

It was as if my soul had passed through a thick fog, through a patch of color, into another dimension.

Something was broken through by me, penetrated.

The strange texture that brushes through my soul makes me wonder.

The sleepiness was gone, and I felt another mass of souls in this chaotic space.

The soul was very weak, and it did not become a ghost, but only shrunk into a small ball, as if it were a small candle flame that would be extinguished at any moment.

My soul made a connection with that mass of souls, and in an instant, my brain received a lot of information.

This is not the first time this kind of information has been pouring in. But this was the first time that so much information had rushed into my brain.

I saw a person's life, a very detailed life, bit by bit, all in my brain.

It's an amazing feeling.

It's not like watching a long movie, or following a deceased person in a dream, watching his life experiences.

I have a lot of memories in my head. The master of this memory is not the soul itself, but a subtle spectator.

From the memory, I can confirm that the owner of this memory did not appear in the life of that group of souls. It is high up, using all its senses to record the life of that group of souls, and can see through every minute and second of the thoughts and emotions of that group of souls.

If there really is such a person and a thing, there is only God who can record the lives of others in this way. Maybe it's God......

But why did I see them all?

"Brother Chi?" The thin man nudged me.

I opened my eyes and found that Chen Xiaoqiu and Wu Ling were still discussing. What they said was exactly the follow-up to what I said before I closed my eyes. I didn't fall asleep for long, maybe just held my eyes closed for two or three seconds.

It's already a little strange that the skinny man would call me.

I shook my head at the thin man.

"If you're still feeling well, why don't you go back and rest first?" The thin man suggested.

Chen Xiaoqiu: They looked over.

"yes. Now you guess, you don't need us. Gu Mo said immediately.

He did not seem interested in such an analytical discussion.

Chen Xiaoqiu looked at us, as if to gauge our role in this matter.

Wu Ling quickly made a decision, agreed with Gu Mo's statement, and let us disperse first. Probably, when the people of Aoba dealt with supernatural events in the past, it was only Wu Ling and Ye Qing who discussed it, and the other three only provided their own abilities as support.

The three of them left the hotel with the thin man, leaving Chen Xiaoqiu alone in the hotel.

The fat man drove me back first.

When I got home, I went into my bedroom.

When outsiders see me at this time, they will think that I am in a daze, but in fact, I am sorting out the memories that are pouring into my brain.

It's huge, but it's very clear. After all this time, I still remember it very clearly.

I was able to determine at that time that the soul and the person recorded in my memory was Lu Qiaolan's husband Zhang Shan.

Like a part of my own memory, my brain works automatically to find the words I need when I move. These memories are easier to find than my own memories. My own memories are still missing and vague, and sometimes I can't remember when something happened, I can't remember someone's name, I can't remember the location of something. But the memory of Zhang Shan is very clear. I even know the ward number of Zhang Shan's birth and the appearance and name of other mothers and newborns in the same ward. Zhang Shan himself definitely didn't know this.

The memory is too clear, and it is easy to find, but when I get distracted, I will find other content.

I adjusted my mind to see what the changed past looked like.

What is certain is that Zhang Shan died, and the way of death was like Lina's story, after being sick and bedridden for a few days, Zhang Shan, who started to get out of bed again, was like a stiff dummy, behaving abnormally.

A few days ago, Zhang Shan's wife Lu Qiaolan had become the same.

Zhang Shan sent Lu Qiaolan to seek medical treatment, but modern medical instruments could not find a reason. Lu Qiaolan regained her mobility after that, even if it was very awkward, she still couldn't find out the reason.

Zhang Shan had doubts about those bears. Because Lu Qiaolan had an abnormality, it was after those bears inexplicably appeared at the door of the house.

I saw the return of the teddy bear.

That was the day when Zhang Shan and his son Zhang Xiaojun greeted Lu Qiaolan who had returned from a business trip from the passenger station. When the family came home happily, they saw bears piled up in front of the house.

Lu Qiaolan burst into tears with excitement and threw herself on the hill made of teddy bears.

Zhang Shan saw that those teddy bears had small moving hands and hugged Lu Qiaolan.

It was a warm and eerie scene