Chapter 8

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Translator: MysticRain

——Chapter 8——

Xiang Wenhao stared fixedly at the cardboard box in the elevator and feeling even more terrified than ever.

Although Zhou Zimo’s appearance brought fear, he firmly believed that it was nothing more than a supernatural phenomenon similar to an illusion.

Experts have confirmed——the radiation and magnetic fields surrounded the marble-dense areas can easily lead to hallucinations and mistaken that there was a ghost.

It was for this reason that “The City of Fog”, the paranormal phenomena in London, had several times shocked the world. It all took place in the marble castles or palaces.

And it was marbles that paved the floors and walls in the apartment building.

In addition, the inaudible infrasonic waves can also affect the human mind and body, giving a physical sensation similar to tension and creepiness.

Thus, most of the world’s supernatural phenomena can actually find a good explanation from a scientific point of view.

The so-called terror was actually a kind of atmosphere created by many factors——these factors include the environment, as well as the psychological and cultural accumulation of an individual’s ego.

The environment included geography, climate, house layout, surrounding objects, lights, sound effect,……so on, and so forth.

Based on his understanding of this aspect, although Zhou Zimo’s appearance was too realistic and clear from the perspective of supernatural phenomena, Xiang Wenhao was still adamant in his belief——he had only seen a self-imagined and constructive illusion.

It must have been the memory of that night that had seared indelible marks in his brain. Therefore, the anxiety and fear hidden deep in his memory formed a huge pressure. Thus, he was briefly hypnotized in a moment and saw the dead Zhou Zimo.

It was such deceptive self-comfort that has supported Xiang Wenhao the past few days of misery and not break down.

But, at this very moment, the existence of this cardboard box in front of him had shattered his hope and brought him back to that bloody night.

His memory became unusually clear.

Just like a black-and-white videotape that kept rewinding, the fragments of memories and details of it flashed before him:

——How he put the plastic bag in the cardboard box; how he moved the cardboard box into the elevator; how he put the cardboard box on the passenger seat of his car; how he moved the cardboard box out of the car; how he went deep into the weeds while carrying the cardboard box; how he took one piece of bloody flesh of the dismembered body after another out of the cardboard box; how he lighted the cardboard box and plastic bag on fire after discarded all the pieces of the corpse and watched it burned into ashes in the night……

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……

Xiang Wenhao almost fainted.

He obviously burned that cardboard box.

Why does it appear in the elevator again?

At this very moment, it was as if time and space had gone haywire, and he had gone back to that night, back to when he had moved the cardboard box into the elevator and was about to dispose of the body.

He was completely muddle-headed.

Could it be that time can really flow backward?

——Then, at this moment, was he in the past or the future?

——Was it before or after the body was disposed of?

——Was it the same night, or was it just a hallucination that led him to mistaken that it was the same night?

Xiang Wenhao was on the verge of break down, but a glimmer of hope grew in his heart:

——If time could really flowed backward, can he change history?

——If he burned the remains of Zhou Zimo’s corpse instead of buried them, will he be able to escape the horrors that will happen months from now?

Xiang Wenhao felt crazy with joy and laughed.

——The End of Chapter 8——