"Alright, I'll see you off here." The Uncle wickedly tossed his cigarette butt somewhere into the woods before lighting another one.
Alain gazed at the broad road ahead, then looked back. He now knew the way to the property management office.
Mila bowed slightly to the Uncle. "Thank you."
He nodded steadily, giving the young man a profound look.
As a man, he understood this kind of Shura Field.
Thinking back to his prime, he was also a popular figure in school, surrounded by Little Red and Cuihua...
Sigh, let's not mention those romantic past affairs.
The Uncle brushed his hair back with a dash of style, revealing his 'Mediterranean' balding spot. Then, without looking back, he walked into the wind, heading deeper into the dense forest.
Alain and Mila inexplicably felt that this Uncle must have a deep story.
Mila waved her arm at his retreating figure. "We'll come to visit you again next time!"
Alain suddenly saw the Uncle stumble over a stone, not even caring about the cigarette pack that fell to the ground as he staggered into the distance.
"Sigh... It seems we returned empty-handed this time," Mila sighed beside him, examining the katana in her hand. "Do I need to hold the blade to that Uncle's neck? Maybe that would be useful."
"...You'd better not." The corner of Alain's mouth twitched; he could already picture that scene...
"Sigh, still have to wait for the car..." Just as he was about to make small talk, he noticed Mila's strange behavior.
The young girl was clutching her skirt with some embarrassment, looking at Alain sheepishly.
"I just feel like... I didn't help much today, and I even caused you trouble. I'm really sorry..."
"..." Alain was slightly stunned, then smiled immediately. "Not at all."
He patted the girl's head. "I want to correct two mistakes in your thinking."
"First, it's not that you didn't help at all. If I were alone, I wouldn't have even been able to get this document."
He reached out to show the blank document. Mila's actions had effectively prepared a backup option for him.
"In other words, you really did me a big favor."
"Oh..." The girl, unaccustomed to praise, scratched her cheek shyly and changed the subject. "Then what's the other mistake?"
"Mn." Alain nodded, looking at a sedan slowly approaching not far away, and smiled faintly.
"We are not returning empty-handed this time."
Thanks to Mila, Alain had fished out quite a bit of information from the Uncle's mouth.
Among them, two points left a particularly deep impression on him.
First, hearing the name "Yang Wanhua" directly from the Uncle's mouth.
This proved that Yang Wanhua was indeed a resident of Yalin Villa. And Yalin Villa No. 6—it definitely had an extremely deep connection with Yang Wanhua.
And the second... was a sentence Alain heard from the Uncle:
[Ms. Yang Wanhua also specifically told us not to disturb the life of her and her husband.]
Who is this husband? While Alain pondered, he had a rough answer in his heart:
First of all, Yang Wanhua is a Yandere through and through; there is no mistake about that.
Based on Alain's knowledge of "Yanderes"... Yanderes are the most loyal adherents of Pure Love. There is probably no group in this world more dedicated to Pure Love than them.
Therefore, Alain could completely rule out the possibility that "Yang Wanhua found someone else."
Then, the object of Yang Wanhua's Pure Love was self-evident:
It was Alain himself.
She rented the mansion at Yalin Villa for a "Happy Sugar Life" with Alain. Her goal was simply to engage in [Pure Love] with Alain.
It was just that this Pure Love... Alain really couldn't accept it.
Inferring from this...
The events within the illusion most likely happened right there in Yalin Villa No. 6—inside that mansion.
Then, the fact that the illusion was overly realistic makes sense.
From the overly realistic life he faced in the illusion to the image of Yang Wanhua that could pass for the real thing, everything clearly signaled one thing—
The events that happened in the illusion had all happened before.
Or perhaps... the Yang Wanhua in the illusion was the real Yang Wanhua.
Alain hypothesized: Yang Wanhua used some unknown method to briefly pull him out of the Game World, brought him to the mansion, and constructed a "stage."
Thinking of this, Alain couldn't help but shake his head with a bitter smile.
If that were true, and Yang Wanhua had really been killed by him, none of these subsequent events would have happened.
Beep, beep—
The sedan pulled over to the side of the road, honking at him and Mila, obviously urging them to get in.
Alain looked back at the lush, dense forest. At this moment, he could feel the impenetrability of the foliage and the gloomy chill even more.
If Yalin Villa No. 6, the events in the illusion... if these were all real...
Then, when Alain opens the door to Yalin Villa No. 6, would he see...
Yang Wanhua's rotting, withered corpse?
Just as he had once fantasized, with shriveled lips still smiling, unable to hide her beauty even in death—
But with twisted limbs and a crooked smile, seemingly waving at him, making Alain feel...
As if he had fallen into an ice cave.
What exactly does Yalin Villa No. 6 look like inside? Is everything really as he imagined?
Alain's desire to investigate the mansion was stoked even more at this moment. Not only because of desire, but also because of—fear.
Beep, beep—
The vehicle's horn urged them again, and Mila tugged at his clothes.
Alain held her hand and followed her into the sedan.
Vroom—
He watched the forest outside the window gradually turn into bleak, blurry lines. The sound of the engine mixed with the unpleasant smell of car air freshener, encircling his chaotic state of mind.
If all that really happened, what should be done? This was not something the current him should consider, but rather the future him.
What the current Alain needed to find was how to enter Yalin Villa No. 6—that mansion.
Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief and recounted these matters to Mila.
Of course, he left out the parts he found terrifying, limiting it to the urgency of entering the mansion and the link between the mansion and the illusion.
"I see..."
But the intelligent girl vaguely understood from his tone why Alain's face looked so grim.
"It's okay. After we find a way to enter the mansion, I'll accompany you there."
She smiled beautifully. "No matter what dangers lie ahead, whether we have to face ghosts or zombies—"
Mila slightly pulled out a corner of her sheath, a gleam of silver reflecting on his face.
"There is nothing that one slash can't solve. If there is, then two slashes!"
Seeing her beaming expression, Alain's mind felt much more at ease. "True."
"Hehe, my daughter who's in her second year of junior high likes to say that phrase of yours too," the driver Uncle in the front seat laughed.
"Wah! Uncle, what are you implying? Careful or I'll call my husband over to beat you up!" Mila also cracked a joke.
"H-Husband?" The Uncle glanced at Alain in surprise, clicking his tongue in wonder. "Young men these days are really something, landing such a beautiful girl."
"Ah, ahahaha..." Alain laughed dryly.
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