Yan Chuan looked up and inexplicably gazed at him.
“But it is you who received the corresponding identity,” Yan Chuan tried to ignore the “we” in the script, his tone relaxed, “It’s not someone else; if you hadn’t come to take on the task, we wouldn’t have met.”
“This is our mutual choice,” he added.
As he said this, Yan Chuan seriously looked at Shan Qi, his thick, dark lashes casting a small shadow on the tip of his prominent nose.
His eyes were very bright, filled with a pool of water-like emotion. The eyelids were slightly red, and the round shape of his eyes turned up slightly at the corners, outlining a curve that stirred one’s heart.
Up close, it was completely different from the blurry images in dreams.
It made Shan Qi involuntarily hold his breath.
His complexion improved a bit.
The phrase “not someone else” seemed to comfort Shan Qi significantly, his eyes suddenly brightening a little.
Yan Chuan felt that he resembled a dog more.
The kind of naive dog that believes everything a human says.
“Okay.” Shan Qi seemed to want to add something, but Yan Chuan interrupted, “I need to ask An Wen something. Do you want to come along? However, Liang Xin is still here.”
He furrowed his brows slightly, looking somewhat troubled. “I want to see if I can get some clues from the two of them. I don’t know if Liang Xin can answer questions in his current state…”
“I’ll wake him up!” Shan Qi, feeling dizzy with infatuation, immediately volunteered. “He still has aggressive intent; you should go find An Wen, and I’ll check if he knows anything.”
He didn’t even realize where his cigarette had fallen. “I’ll protect you!”
Shan Qi, eager to prove himself, was like a male beast in a courtship display trying to show off his strength by catching prey. He sought his partner’s approval, using every means possible.
He also attempted to exclude others: “You shouldn’t trust that NPC; no NPC in a survival variety show is friendly to the contestants.”
“I’ve participated in many performances,” Shan Qi said eagerly, “I’ll definitely get you out!”
“Then I shall trouble you,” Yan Chuan smiled at Shan Qi.
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Woof.
[Great, the lover upgrades to a bodyguard, increasing his importance to Yan Bao!]
[Very self-aware, knowing to protect his wife.]
[Oh my, the wife must have some captivating traits; she could mesmerize that bad dog with just a few words.]
Shan Qi dazedly watched him leave.
Although he didn’t see Liang Xin this time, he gained considerable benefits.
Yan Chuan found someone to inquire about Liang Xin, while Shan Qi obtained his subject of protection and a new mission.
A win-win situation.
Yan Chuan then went to find An Wen.
An Wen was afraid to return to her apartment and stayed with Zhang Nan.
Zhang Nan, being a bit older, was calm and steady, taking good care of An Wen, soothing her softly.
An Wen’s wounds were treated, the bandages neatly wrapped, and her treatment was quite skilful.
Yan Chuan expressed his intentions to them.
“Was there anything unusual about him?” Yan Chuan asked, “Changes in his attitude or tone before last night?”
An Wen’s eyes were very red, as if she had cried all night, sniffing as she recalled.
“Yes,” her voice was hoarse; Yan Chuan noticed a dark bruise in the shape of fingers around her neck. “When he first came in, he was a bit irritable, repeatedly asking me if I heard a child crying.”
Crying?
Yan Chuan signalled for An Wen to continue.
“I said no,” An Wen stammered, “He got very angry, just went to sleep and didn’t pay much attention to me.”
“Then in the middle of the night, he went crazy, choking me awake. He kept muttering something about a ‘child’ coming or something, and I pushed him away and ran, but he slashed me on the way.”
An Wen pointed to the wounds on her neck and arm.
Yan Chuan shifted his gaze to another person in the room.
“Did you hear the crying when you came in? The child’s,” he asked Zhang Nan.
Zhang Nan decisively shook her head, “No.”
She frowned and briefly explained her experience: “My apartment with Chen Sheng was very quiet; I didn’t hear anything.”
Zhang Nan also confirmed she heard nothing.
If neither of them was lying, then only he had heard the crying.
Yan Chuan tried to recall the sounds when he first entered the variety show.
The sound of a chair dragging on the floor, voices arguing… and faintly, a child’s cry.
Generally speaking, in horror films, only those about to be harmed can hear sounds that others cannot.
Yan Chuan pursed his lips.
He was truly unlucky.
“Are your injuries feeling better?” Yan Chuan collected his thoughts and asked An Wen, “The first aid kit was effective, right?”
“It was,” An Wen’s delicate brows relaxed as she thanked him. “Mr. Tang applied the medicine for me and then took the first aid kit back, saying he would pass it on to you.”
Yan Chuan nodded, “I understand.”
Having asked about the situation, he had no reason to stay any longer, so he stood up to bid farewell to them. “Then I’ll head back now.”
Zhang Nan and An Wen escorted him to the door.
Yan Chuan pondered over An Wen’s mention of the “crying.”
The crying was undoubtedly that of a child, but there were no children among the contestants or the NPCs; how could such a sound be made?
Was it the ghost in the survival variety show?
The haunting incident from the first night was the ghost pressing down on him, and now a potential child’s identity ghost was appearing in Apartment 13; it was indeed lively here.
Moreover, speaking of children, Yan Chuan suddenly remembered when he passed by Zhou Wu’s house, the one where an elderly person was listening to traditional opera, he also heard a child’s cry, right?
But it seemed the child was getting scolded inside the house and wasn’t in the living room.
Could this be related to the “crying” Liang Xin heard?
Yan Chuan decided to check their house.
As he climbed upstairs, someone suddenly called out to him, “Yan Chuan.”
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