When Wu Ping returned with the fruit, she saw Su Yuan and Song Xiaoxia looking at photos.

  She gently pced the sliced fruit on the coffee table, leaned over with a warm smile, and said, "This photo didn't turn out very well."

  The two looked at her in confusion, and Wu Ping pointed at the photo, expining, "There's too much empty space in the middle, and it feels like my eyes are always looking down..."

  "Indeed," Su Yuan nodded, then directly asked, "Auntie, do you know Mao Houwang?"

  The overhead light flickered suddenly, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.

  Wu Ping's smile stiffened on her face, and Song Xiaoxia looked at Su Yuan in surprise, her mouth slightly open.

  She hadn't expected Su Yuan to be so direct.

  After a while, Wu Ping straightened up, "I got a call during the day asking me the same question."

  "But Auntie really doesn't know anyone named Mao Houwang. Is he a cssmate of yours?"

  Wu Ping's expression remained unchanged throughout, her face always wearing a gentle smile.

  Su Yuan's eyes slightly darkened as he noticed Wu Ping's hand trembling slightly.

  And she mentioned someone called during the day... Was it a cssmate from Css Ten?

  But he had clearly asked around in css, and no one should have known Mao Houwang's home phone number...

  Unable to figure it out, Su Yuan shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it: "It's nothing, Auntie, I was just asking."

  "Oh..." Wu Ping's expression was obviously distracted, as if the name Mao Houwang had a significant impact on her.

  Su Yuan leaned close to Song Xiaoxia's ear and whispered, "Chat with her here."

  "Okay." Song Xiaoxia nodded seriously.

  Su Yuan stood up, "Auntie, where's the bathroom?"

  Wu Ping snapped back to reality slightly, "Let me show you..."

  "No need, Auntie, let's chat here for a while. It's been so long since I visited," Song Xiaoxia held onto Wu Ping and pointed Su Yuan in the direction of the bathroom.

  "You know it's been a long time since you came by. Your Uncle Mao is often away on business trips, and I'm quite bored alone. You never think to come keep Auntie company."

  While Song Xiaoxia chatted with Wu Ping in the living room, Su Yuan headed to the bathroom.

  Turning on the light, Su Yuan's attention was immediately drawn to the three sets of toiletries on the sink.

  He picked up one of the cups and toothbrushes.

  "This hasn't disappeared..."

  Could it be that only items that prove identity disappear?

  This might be the first bug he found.

  Su Yuan left the bathroom and quietly gnced at the living room.

  In the living room, Wu Ping was warmly holding Song Xiaoxia's hand, the two chatting and ughing like a real mother and daughter.

  Instead of going out, Su Yuan tiptoed to another room.

  Although it wasn't appropriate to wander and rummage through someone else's home, special times called for special measures.

  After all, this was a matter of life and death.

  Su Yuan first opened the room closest to the bathroom.

  The room was clean and tidy, with a dressing table and a wedding photo of Mao Houwang's parents hanging above the bed.

  "This should be the master bedroom..."

  Su Yuan gently closed the door and moved to the next room.

  Opening the second room's door, with just one gnce, Su Yuan knew it was Mao Houwang's room.

  Because it was an extremely eerie room!

  The walls were densely covered with bnk white paper, along with a few anime character posters.

  Besides that, there was a desk, bed, and wardrobe.

  Su Yuan walked to the desk first, which was also covered with bnk white paper and a few One Piece figurines.

  These bnk papers were probably Mao Houwang's drawings, but since his traces had disappeared, they all turned into bnk paper.

  Su Yuan opened the desk drawer, finding a diary and a photo album inside.

  The diary had a lock. Su Yuan fiddled with it for a moment before gently putting it back.

  It would probably be bnk inside anyway.

  He hadn't expected someone as rough as Mao Houwang to have a habit of keeping a diary...

  What intrigued Su Yuan more was the photo album.

  He opened it and, after just a few gnces, felt his hair stand on end.

  Holding the photo album, Su Yuan continued to the wardrobe.

  "Brother, you look like a sneaky thief breaking into someone's home," his younger sister said, floating beside him.

  "Go py somewhere else!" Su Yuan raised the photo album, giving her a pyful knock on the head, while opening the wardrobe with his other hand.

  But as soon as the wardrobe was opened, he was slightly taken aback.

  It was empty inside.

  Strange.

  Did even the intimate clothing disappear?

  But if the disappearing items were those that could prove identity, clothes didn't have names on them.

  Su Yuan turned to look at the bed.

  The pillow and bedding were still there.

  What exactly was the standard for things disappearing?

  ...

  In the living room.

  Wu Ping held Song Xiaoxia's hand, warmly chatting, "The first time I saw you, I said this child has big eyes, double eyelids, and fair skin. She'll definitely grow up to be a beauty, and look, you've become more beautiful."

  "Thank you, Auntie... You're the beautiful one, you look like my sister..." Song Xiaoxia responded absentmindedly, while sneaking gnces toward the bathroom.

  She knew Su Yuan was definitely looking for clues, but he was taking a bit long.

  After all, this was someone else's home, and it wouldn't be good to be caught and mistaken for a thief.

  "You silly child! I'm the same age as your mom, what beauty..." Wu Ping's tone sounded like she was scolding, but she was actually delighted.

  Then she continued, "By the way, Xiaoxia, today isn't the weekend, is it? How did you get out? Your school is quite strict, and the gatekeeper is hard to deal with..."

  "Auntie!" Song Xiaoxia interrupted Wu Ping, her gaze suddenly serious, "Auntie, are you familiar with our school? Do you know our gatekeeper?"

  Wu Ping was taken aback, "I..."

  Seeing her confused and thoughtful expression, Song Xiaoxia felt a chill in her heart.

  If no one asked Wu Ping these questions, would she never think about them?

  As if her consciousness was shrouded in a fog, like an NPC in a game with pre-set programming.

  If, as Su Yuan suspected, there were more supernatural incidents like this...

  How many people have quietly disappeared from this world?