Chapter 15 The Missing Person

The physical exertion of climbing the snow mountain caused most people to fall into a deep sleep, and this undoubtedly included Wang Fugui.

He crawled into his sleeping bag, and almost as soon as the bag warmed up a little, he fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, his heavy eyelids lifted slightly. Outside, the blizzard tore at the tent, but thankfully, the tent was sturdy enough.

He had been awakened by a "rustling" sound, as if someone was approaching his tent, or as if... circling his tent. The moment this scene appeared in his mind, he immediately woke up completely, and cold sweat actually broke out on his body.

He held his breath, not daring to move, until a beam of light shone on his tent, a snow-white light, like the flashlight on a mobile phone.

A silhouette was projected onto his tent, moving from far to near, accompanied by footsteps. It seemed someone was using a mobile phone flashlight to light the way as they walked towards him.

As the figure approached, the tent made a "whooshing" sound, and then black, flocculent material slid down the sides of the tent. The fatty breathed a sigh of relief, able to imagine that it was the person on watch, clearing snow from his tent.

"The snow is too heavy; it can easily collapse the tent. Don't sleep too soundly," the person standing outside said.

The fatty recognized the voice; it was the doctor. He always answered the doctor's questions, but this time, he hesitated. The figure outside gave him a strange, unfamiliar feeling, even though the familiar silhouette was clearly projected on the tent.

The fatty gently picked up his mobile phone. The next second, the phone vibrated slightly; he received a message.

As he read the message, his fingers couldn't help but tremble. "Brother Fugui, don't open the door. I heard the sound you heard too." The sender was Huai Yi.

Soon, a second message arrived. "I just tried to contact Brother Jiang, but I can't reach him." He could feel Huai Yi's nervousness even through the screen.

The fatty thought for a moment, not wanting to blindly believe him, and instead used his own phone to send a message to the doctor to verify, but a minute passed, and he didn't receive a reply.

At this time, the doctor outside was nearing the end of clearing the snow. As if finishing up, he patted the tent with his hand and said in a soft but clear voice, "Your tent is crooked. Remember to come out and fix it when you have time." He paused, then added, "As soon as possible."

As soon as these words were spoken, the fatty immediately determined that the person outside was definitely not the doctor, but a ghost.

That Hungry Ghost!

Because the doctor would never let him come out alone at night to fix the tent. Even if his tent really had a problem, the doctor would help him fix it from the outside, and wouldn't leave the problem for him to solve himself.

"Fatty?" The person outside seemed a little impatient, stroking the tent with his hand. "Did you hear me? After I leave, you have to come out and fix the tent, otherwise there will be danger."

"Why don't you come out now? I'll help you. Two people can do it faster," the person outside finally retreated a step, his tone seemingly carrying some impatience.

Whether it was the tone or the actions, they were very similar, but the fake was still fake, and could never learn the essence.

The fatty remained unmoved, not saying a word.

He also used his hand to block the light from the mobile phone. He judged that the reason this ghost was hanging around with him was also because it knew he was awake through some means, and was frantically trying to lure him out.

He would be killed as soon as he stepped outside.

"Well then, I'll go help others clear the snow first. You can do it when you have time," the person outside softened his tone. "But you must be careful, otherwise the tent will collapse..."

The other party paused, his tone suddenly becoming sharp, as if spitting out wind and snow from his mouth, "Then you're dead."

Then the other party stroked the tent with his hand, from top to bottom, making a "squeaking" sound, as if sharp fingertips could break through the tent at any time and drag him out.

The fatty felt a chill run down his back, and he almost cried out, but when he came back to his senses, the lights and figure outside had disappeared, leaving only a "rustling" sound, as if something was being dragged in the snow.

When the fatty opened his eyes the next morning, things were already in chaos outside. He hurriedly put on his clothes, unzipped the tent, and poked his head out, to be greeted by the doctor's face.

Huai Yi was following behind the doctor.

Seeing that the fatty was alright, Jiang Cheng's furrowed brows slowly relaxed. Seeing that the fatty was about to speak, Jiang Cheng made a gesture, telling him to shut up first. "I heard from Huai Yi that something impersonated me last night and came to find you two, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The fatty nodded repeatedly. "That thing acted so much like you, Doctor, you have no idea. The tone and everything were the same as yours, no, even more annoying than you. Luckily, I was one step ahead and didn't let him fool me, otherwise we would have lost someone here today!" The fatty said as if complaining, the sudden change in the ghost's tone last night had really frightened him.

But unexpectedly, hearing the fatty say this, Jiang Cheng and Huai Yi's expressions turned bad, especially Huai Yi, who subconsciously glanced behind him and said in a low voice, "Brother Fugui, you're right, we are missing someone from the camp, but it's not you, it's Chan Li."

Huai Yi paused, "When we checked just now, Chan Li was missing. The tent was empty."

The fatty's head buzzed. He had a deep impression of Chan Li, and had promised to live with her, to leave here alive.

When they arrived at Chan Li's tent, they ran into Gongsun Zhi Ruo and Bai Xi's group returning from the other direction.

"How is it? Did you find her?" Jiang Cheng asked first.

The leader, Gongsun Zhi Ruo, shook his head with a gloomy face.

Bai Xi behind him explained, "There was a blizzard all night last night, which erased all traces. We have no way to track her."

Although that's what he said, everyone knew that Chan Li had definitely been dragged away by a ghost, and it was almost impossible for her to still be alive.

Although that was the reality, everyone thought it was still necessary to find the body, after all, it would be a direct reference for judging the ghost's method of killing.

Just then, Gongsun Zhi Ruo's phone rang. After answering, Gongsun Zhi Ruo's face tensed up at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Okay, got it, I'll be right there."

After hanging up, Gongsun Zhi Ruo took a deep breath and said to everyone, "Chan Li... has been found."

"Where is Chan Li?" Lu Yu walked up, her eyes were terribly red. It could be seen that the two had a closer relationship.

"Han Juanjuan, you stay here with Lu Yu and guard the camp." Gongsun Zhi Ruo began to assign tasks, then nodded to Jiang Cheng and said in a deep voice, "Let's go, Mr. Jiang."