The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 43: Precautions for Midnight Door-Knocking and Window-Climbing

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Precautions for Midnight Door-Knocking and Window-Climbing

But I knew I wouldn’t mention these things to Qinghan, as they were his private matters.

If I could help him find his missing sister, he would naturally tell me everything.

Just as he said at the time, he would explain it to me in detail when he had the chance.

Before Ling Ke’er went to sleep, she hesitated and softly advised me not to worry, to not overthink, to rest well, and tomorrow she would accompany me to the Potala Palace.

I was stunned, and before I realized it, she had already closed the door and left.

She came to talk to me because she was worried that I’d be thinking too much about Qinghan.

What a considerate girl, but unfortunately, she was ten thousand miles away from the truth.

Care, worry, reluctance... These emotions between the living, I do not possess.

I would worry about something or about whether the person completing a task could do it smoothly, but I’d never purely worry about someone’s life or death.

Is it inherent indifference or something forgotten after death? These questions I rarely ponder.

What isn’t there can’t be pretended; I can see Wen Jing and Shunfeng already consider me a friend who has shared life and death, yet I still feel nothing for them.

Many things can’t be overthought; once remembered, they become endless, leading to dead ends despite no answers.

I took off the lotus hairpin atop my head while facing the mirror, gently placed it on the table, then lay down on the ground pretending to be dead.

The hotel’s bed was too soft, and I wasn’t used to it; some habits aren’t changed within a day or two.

At midnight, the phone alert sounded; it was a voice message from Qinghan.

He reminded me to be careful and said the Gate of Death had already opened; Boss Lu and Miss Scream weren’t inside.

Indeed, they had returned to the UN; I asked when he would return, but he didn’t respond.

The Gate of Death was particularly strange; Boss Lu and her mutated subordinates had perished miserably, and every time one went in, the scene changed.

Back then, that mine owner must have entered too and released some terrifying thing that instantly killed all the miners.

Actually, the most troublesome was not the virus or toxic gas, but its intermittently active nature that easily dulled one’s alertness.

Qinghan might have been unable to reply; I thought it over and sent another voice message, maybe because Ling Ke’er had been talking all day, nearly brainwashing me; I felt not sending a caring message would seem too heartless, though it was the truth.

So I organized my words, pressed the speak button: "I’m not worried about you, don’t worry about me." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Expressing ’emotions’ for the first time, the tone inevitably sounded stiff, but let it be; it’s just a gesture, a courtesy that Wen Jing and Shunfeng hadn’t received.

I visited the majestic palace with Ling Ke’er, stopped by the ancient towers, experienced the local culture, and the time passed.

Another week passed; Qinghan finally sent a message saying they’ve set out on their return journey.

Miss Scream and Boss Lu couldn’t be found; the blizzard erased all traces on Tianshan, making their whereabouts a mystery, prompting Qinghan to again remind me to be careful.

I held the phone, sighed softly, and Ling Ke’er immediately hovered over, mischievously asking: "What’s wrong, can’t stand the pain of lovesickness? First day Qinghan left~ missing him; second day Qinghan left, missing him~ missing him -"

I directly covered her mouth, thereby turning her newly applied rotten tomato lipstick into a second creation with artistic expression.

"Ah~ my makeup, my makeup!" Ling Ke’er shrieked and escaped to the bathroom.

I don’t understand why a woman becomes panicky as if about to reveal her true form when her makeup smears.

Previously, I used to enjoy chatting with the living, but those tomb robbers who survived were all men, rarely showing emotions unless breaking down.

Moreover, they were in despairing environments, and their remaining time was spent either analyzing exits, reminiscing, or figuring ways to self-destruct.

No matter what, their emotions would never affect me.

But after spending days with Ling Ke’er, I discovered a side effect to chatting with her.

Simply put, she’s overly emotional and sensitive, the conversation topics shift quickly, lacking logic, and her infectiousness is fatal; something only mildly amusing can make her laugh for half a day, and when I found myself giggling too, an inexplicable feeling of horror arose within.

She’s poisonous; I must keep my distance from her, eagerly awaiting Qinghan’s return, yes, I suppose I’m missing him!

At night, I pushed the persistent Ling Ke’er who wanted to sleep together back to her room, leaving my mind restless.

Qinghan and the others could arrive in Sa City tomorrow, but for some reason, I had a bad feeling something would happen.

When I closed my eyes, a web of blood appeared before me, dripping steadily.

I opted to get up from the floor, planning to open the computer and watch a lively variety show.

The clock pointed to 1:30 AM, darkness deepened, and occasionally the sound of speeding cars echoed outside the window.

As my hand reached for the power button, I heard knocking at the window.

This hotel had six floors in total, and I stayed on the fourth; its windows lacked a balcony, meaning a normal person couldn’t have climbed up, and if it were a thief, they wouldn’t knock on the window.

The hotel curtains were thick, drawn tightly, no lights lit inside; I stared at the window in the darkness, waiting quietly.

Seconds later, the window glass was knocked again; this time the sound was louder but not by much.

For a regular person, it would send chills down their spine, their mind filled with horrifying images.

But as the main boss in a horror film, convention states that currently, I’m supposed to be outside knocking.

I approached the window, ready to pull the curtains, when suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

Curious indeed, for the knocking at the door and window were equally soft, as if outside stood a lover, afraid to disturb the neighbors, secretly coming for a late-night rendezvous.

Qinghan and the others were still in the car at this time; if hotel staff had matters, they’d speak after knocking.

Ling Ke’er slept in the inner room, and she couldn’t possibly be outside the window.

Recalling Qinghan’s reminder, I decided to play dead, ignoring the two ’guests’ who came at night.

Ninety percent of horror film fodder dies from curiosity and wandering hands; I should avoid their old paths.

But it seemed these two were sure I was inside, and instead of knocking, they scratched, creating faint scraping sounds on the glass and door.

Scratch...scratch...eerily synchronized.

Thankfully, they only used subtle noise to harass me, not directly breaking into the window or door.

They ceased only when morning hovered near; daylight broke and I drew open the curtains, finding several spots of dried red blood on the window ledge outside.

I sniffed it and confirmed the scent was blood, but a few drops of blood couldn’t explain much and certainly wouldn’t convince the hotel to strengthen security at night.