Chapter 313 – The Bullet Hole in the Tombstone
[It doesn’t seem like it. Look at the photo he took; there’s indeed a distortion of air behind those three men.]
Someone weakly replied: [It might have been edited…]
[In this situation, we might as well believe it’s real rather than dismiss it.]
[If the photo is genuine, do you think she could be someone from another world?]
[I’d rather believe the three men are from another world. Didn’t you see they were holding guns? Their equipment doesn’t look like something from our world.]
[The woman doesn’t seem normal either. She actually stabbed with a knife, and the three men didn’t even react. What’s the use of holding a gun if they’re frozen in place?]
A certain ghost-fearing netizen: [Could she be a ghost from the cemetery? Maybe the person who shot her tombstone woke her up, and she crawled out of the ground to take care of those three men.]
[…]
The group of netizens fell silent.
[Your imagination is really something.]
[You’d rather believe in ghosts than in aliens.]
A certain ghost-fearing netizen: [I still think ghosts are more believable…]
[Now, we’ll just have to see what the higher-ups do. The buzz around this has gotten pretty big—my grandmother even heard about it.]
[I hope it’s not true.]
[I hope so too.]
Amidst the prayers of the netizens, dawn broke.
Tu Ran sat up from the park bench, rubbing her sore neck. She scrolled through a few comments and came across the photo of herself in the cemetery.
At that time, someone was actually hiding behind the tombstone? Tu Ran stared at the angle in the photo—it was clearly taken from behind her tombstone.
That person should be grateful that the first person the pioneer shot was her. If the pioneer had aimed in a different direction and shot him first, he would have been done for right there.
Although there were two photos, she was dressed so thoroughly that no useful information could be gleaned from them. Tu Ran didn’t pay much attention to it.
However, she underestimated the capabilities of the netizens.
They were more persistent than private detectives, more determined than professional investigators.
The next morning, as soon as the sky brightened, a group of people gathered at the cemetery where Tu Ran had been the day before.
They successfully found the tombstone that had been pierced by a bullet.
And so, the photo of the tombstone was posted online.
Using the name engraved on the tombstone, the cemetery’s owner was thoroughly investigated.
Tu Ran looked at the screen and realized that in just one hour, all her information had flooded the entire internet.
Someone speculated: [The person who shot at this tombstone must have known someone was behind it. She didn’t take shelter from the rain and stayed behind the tombstone, so she must have a deep connection with the person buried there.]
Tu Ran: The person buried there was herself—of course, the connection was deep.
[This name looks familiar. I think I’ve seen it somewhere.]
[I know!! There was a news report six months ago about a woman who had graduated from college two years ago, dying suddenly at home, and her body wasn’t discovered until three days later by the landlord.]
[Looking at the death date on the tombstone, it was six months ago. It matches!]
[Wait a minute! College graduate two years ago? Doesn’t that time sound strangely familiar?]
[Bloggers! That sister! The one who helped them in the other world, she’s the one who graduated two years ago!]
[Holy crap! We’ve discovered something huge!]
[If this deceased person really is the “sister” mentioned by the blogger, and she had been insisting that they share the news of the other world after returning, it means she had always been trying to help us. The fact that she killed those three armed men makes sense.]
[They are people from another world! They are invaders! So this sister took care of them!]
[The ‘door’ thing can bring people from other worlds, right? So it means that things can also be sent back from this world. The bodies of those three men might have been thrown back by this sister.]
[Whoa, whoa, whoa, how did you come to this conclusion? I feel like all the clues just clicked together in this moment.]
The discussions below the post kept increasing, with new people joining in and providing all kinds of clues.
[Yesterday afternoon, there was a gunfight here, and many innocent bystanders died.]
[Is that for real? Do you have pictures?]
[No, the relevant authorities made us witnesses delete everything.]
[What exactly happened? Can you elaborate?]
[I was at home and didn’t know what was going on at first. Then I heard gunshots downstairs. I thought it was fireworks, so I didn’t pay much attention.
Later, I heard screams, and that’s when I realized something was wrong. I ran to the window and saw that by that time, the authorities had arrived and were shooting at a specific location.
Since my apartment is high up, I could see where they were shooting. There was a person dressed in black combat gear, just like the one the man upstairs was wearing.]
[Now that you mention it, the loud noise we heard yesterday afternoon probably wasn’t fireworks.]
[Did it rain in your area yesterday afternoon?]
[Yeah, it did. Why?]
[What kind of person sets off fireworks in the rain? Are they crazy?]
[Shit! I missed the best chance to watch the drama unfold!! Damn it!]
[What drama? Be glad you weren’t there, bullets don’t have eyes.]
[So, yesterday was the so-called time when the “door” was opened nationwide? There were gunfights happening everywhere.]
[Maybe. And the blogger also posted last night and tweeted—maybe they came back from another world yesterday afternoon.]
[It feels like our world is heading for some serious trouble.]
[My worldview is about to collapse.]
[Should I stop learning physics from now on?]
[What are you even thinking? If this is real, you should learn physics even more. The government will probably force more people to study physics so that we can compete with other worlds.]
[You’re making me all fired up with what you’re saying.]
[Students? Focus on studying. Leave the adult stuff to the grown-ups.]
[I’ve shared this post as much as I could—what else can I do?]
[Nothing more you can do. The situation is so big now, and the trending topics have been up for so long, the authorities must have noticed by now. We’ll just have to wait for news.]
[By the way, why hasn’t the blogger posted anything? Shouldn’t she be taking advantage of the fact that we mostly believe her now? Wouldn’t she strike while the iron’s hot?]
[Who knows? Has anyone figured out where she lives from the two videos she posted yesterday?]
[I’ve already shared it with the blogger I follow who specializes in this kind of thing. Now we just wait for their update.]
[That one? I follow him too. He’s always so logical with his predictions. Quick, quick, check his profile! He just updated it.]
In an instant, the other blogger’s video views soared to an all-time high.
The video, using the time, the road surface, the greenery along the sides, the streetlights, the shadows cast on the ground, and the facilities inside the hotel, deduced the location of the hotel where Xiang Sheng stayed last night.
Local enthusiastic citizens immediately went to the hotel based on the location provided. Some even specifically went to the streetlight where Xiang Sheng filmed the video. The pink sticky note on the light bulb was still there.
[We found the place. Look, the sticky note.]
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[She really stuck the note there. I’m crying. Even if she made up the story to gain attention, I’ll follow her just for this level of dedication.]
[We asked the hotel owner, but she was evasive. She neither admitted nor denied that a young woman came by yesterday.]
[Has she been interviewed yet?]
