Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 951: Existence Erased by God (Two in One, Please Subscribe!!!)

It is normal for a mobile phone to have no signal in such an almost enclosed space, but for some reason, Chu Zihang always felt a little uneasy.

"Kerosene lamp?" Lu Mingfei in front suddenly said, "What's going on? Such a primitive way of lighting?"

Lu Mingfei picked up a few kerosene lamps from somewhere. They were not modern oil lamps, but more like ancient handicrafts, and there were also a few old-fashioned matches.

Chu Zihang checked the battery level of his cell phone, which was only 27%. He would not be able to keep the flash on for long, and the range of the flashlight was very limited. If there was no electric light, a kerosene lamp would be the best choice.

Lu Mingfei struck a match and lit the oil lamp, which gave off a stale burnt smell. He didn't know if it was a coincidence, but all three lamps were lit. Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang and Hui Liyi each held a lamp, and they looked like explorers who had entered a deep castle in a movie. They walked forward a few steps, and then stopped at the same time.

The not-so-abundant firelight was divided up in this space, and Lu Mingfei and the others finally saw clearly what kind of room they were in.

Paper, all paper. Everything within sight, except the walls, ceiling and the cramped space where one can step, is filled with paper. The left and right sides of this room look like something between a reading room and a collection room, but it is far crazier than either of them.

Yes, it's crazy, because there are not even tables and chairs for resting, and there are no bookshelves or storage racks. Hardcover books with badly worn covers are stacked around the walls on both sides. Some of them are quite old and even look like they were passed down from the Middle Ages. These books are piled from the floor all the way to the ceiling. Old newspapers and magazines are piled up in bundles and piles in the open space in front. Some of them have turned yellow. The air is filled with the musty smell of an enclosed space that has not been cleaned for years.

There were even a few parchment scrolls in the corner, which looked like what wizards and witches in medieval Europe used to record black magic. Lu Mingfei didn't know why such things were placed here. The guys wearing strange masks hired by Su Enxi told him that this was where they put the information they collected, but why would they need so much useful information? It seemed that they simply treated this place as a grocery store or storage room, and piled everything they found in it.

"Pay attention to the kerosene lamp in your hand. There is dry paper everywhere here, which is very flammable." Chu Zihang reminded.

Once a fire occurs in such a confined space, flames are not the biggest threat. The most painful way to die is to be choked by thick smoke and suffocated to death.

"What the hell is wrong with Su Enxi? Is she doing waste recycling or a Renaissance?" Lu Mingfei couldn't help but complain, "What kind of people did they hire? With so many things, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack to find useful information. We can't finish looking through it in one night."

"There will always be something useful. Just take a look patiently." Chu Zihang said as he walked towards the newspapers that looked quite old.

Newspapers from every month, every quarter, and every year are placed in different categories. There are city newspapers, tabloids, and entertainment newspapers. At first glance, they seem to be piled together randomly, but in fact they are all bound in order, just like huge thread-bound books.

This is a huge project that requires patience and a lot of time and energy. Chu Zihang doesn't understand the purpose of finding so many old newspapers and binding them in a regular pattern. Could the clues to his father's disappearance be hidden in them?
Chu Zihang picked up a stack of entertainment newspapers, spread out the yellowed paper, and the front-page headlines that came into his eyes made his face change slightly.

"The land reclamation angered the 'gods', and 27 members of the engineering team disappeared overnight!"

Eri walked towards the hardcover books on both sides of the walls that looked like they were from the Middle Ages. It was obvious that she was very interested in these books that looked very historical and like magic records from fairy tales.

Eri picked up a book with a golden cover. The cowhide cover was still intact, with only normal wear and tear.

"The Song of the Nibelungs"...The name of the book in Eri's hand seems very interesting.

Lu Mingfei picked up a bundle of parchment scrolls from the corner. When he touched the thing, he couldn't help but frown.

He had seen similar things in the principal's office. The items in Angers' office were certainly not fakes. They were all artworks that he had bought at auctions and from private collectors at great prices. They were at least several hundred years old... and these things felt almost exactly the same as those that Lu Mingfei had seen in Angers' office.

These are all genuine too…how is that possible?

The most incredible thing was that Lu Mingfei could feel the surface of the parchment scroll, which was covered with mold and dust.

Weren't these things found by those guys not long ago? This room is not damp, how could they become moldy and dusty so quickly?
"The Ritual of Kremina: Loyalty, Sacrifice, and Heimdall."

"Cremina's Ritual? Heimdall?" Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, "Isn't the name Heimdall from Norse mythology..."

"Lu Mingfei." Chu Zihang's call interrupted Lu Mingfei's thoughts.

Lu Mingfei turned his head and saw Chu Zihang’s shadow waving at him through the dim light of the kerosene lamp.

"Brother?" Lu Mingfei stepped over the scattered newspapers and books on the ground and walked over. "Did you find anything?"

"In your memory, have you ever seen the news or heard adults talk about the fact that... a lot of people disappeared in this city?" Chu Zihang suddenly asked a creepy question.

“A lot of people disappeared?” Lu Mingfei shuddered slowly, and shook his head, “No, apart from your father and Brother Ye Sheng, I haven’t heard of such a thing.”

Lu Mingfei didn't understand what Chu Zihang meant for a moment. This was an ordinary coastal city, not a maze or a primeval forest. There were no abysses or man-eating beasts. Why would people disappear... and so many people? "People disappear in this city every year." Chu Zihang's next sentence was still shocking. "From a long, long time ago, at least hundreds of people disappeared in the rainy nights of this city, but in the end they were gradually forgotten."

“Brother, where did you read this strange story?” Lu Mingfei was a little confused.

"It's not a ghost story, it's something that really happened in this city, but people didn't remember it later." Chu Zihang whispered, "I remember when I was a child, my father told me that someone would disappear one day. This kind of thing would happen every once in a while. Do you remember when we were in elementary school, we were not allowed to stay after school because disappearances happened frequently in the city. But later, I don't know why we all forgot about it. Everyone seemed to have lost their memory. It wasn't until now that they vaguely remembered it when they saw me."

As he spoke, Chu Zihang spread out a few newspapers to Lu Mingfei. The dim light of the kerosene lamp illuminated the yellowed papers. In the darkness, several huge headlines appeared in front of Lu Mingfei.

"Three people disappeared during the foundation work overnight? Workers of the Black Prince Group went on strike."

"Ghost Wall? Luxury cars disappearing frequently happen in the development zone."

"Accidents are cruel. A couple fell into a lake late at night? The police tried their best to salvage the bodies for a week, but the whereabouts of the bodies are still unknown."

In addition to the newspaper that Chu Zihang first held in his hand, which reported the disappearance of 27 members of the engineering team, some of the incidents happened several years ago, and some even spanned several decades.

“Brother, now that you mention that, I seem to remember something…” Lu Mingfei vaguely remembered that when he was a child, he did occasionally see news about people going missing in this city.

Even his uncle and aunt often told him and Lu Mingze to go home early after school and not to stay at the lake or in unfamiliar places. Last month, the child of someone from his uncle's unit went to play at the lake, and he hasn't been found yet. No one knows whether he was swept away by the water or abducted by human traffickers.

This city is very strange. Not only does it have an abnormal climate, but there are always cases of people going missing, mostly in rainy weather. When Lu Mingfei was old enough to remember things, the adults around him said that when the city was built, it accidentally disturbed Tai Sui, and someone in high places was very angry, so every year there would be some natural and man-made disasters. This was a punishment, and also a way to collect sacrifices!
The memory is already very vague, but these things really happened. If Chu Zihang hadn't reminded him, Lu Mingfei wouldn't be able to remember them at all. He doesn't know if he is the only one who forgot or if no one else has any impression of it... It feels very strange and weird, as if someone has tampered with his memory.

“Yes, there are such things, but why can’t I remember them?” Lu Mingfei patted his head. “If you hadn’t mentioned it, and if I hadn’t seen these news, I would have lost this memory.”

"You're not the only one who feels this way. Before I saw these old news stories, I couldn't remember anything at all." Chu Zihang said to Lu Mingfei, "My memory is even more confused than yours. I even watched them several times and instilled strong memories in myself before I gradually had a vague impression. At first I thought it was the 'Mandela Effect'. I wasn't sure if these news stories were fabricated, so I asked you for confirmation in a positive tone. Seeing your reaction, I can be sure that it's not my illusion or my imagination. These are all real history that happened in this city, but I just forgot them."

Lu Mingfei's body stiffened. He was not the only one who forgot these things. Chu Zihang as well, and not even just the two of them, but everyone... Everyone in this city had forgotten the hundreds of disappearances that had occurred in this city. This feeling was too weird, even more terrifying than the disappearance of hundreds of people.

It was as if there was an invisible force that had unknowingly distorted everyone's memory.

Someone who can influence an entire city... Isn't a guy with such power a "God"?

"Is there any word spirit that can do this?" Lu Mingfei asked in a low voice, "What word spirit can affect everyone's memory?"

“I don’t know, but anyone who can do this must be at least at the Dragon King level, such as… the White King.” Chu Zihang looked at Eri, then at Lu Mingfei and shook his head, “But the White King is dead.”

"But let's not talk about the fact that we have all forgotten about it. If so many people really disappeared, where did they go?" Lu Mingfei frowned, "So many years have passed, and no one has been found? This is too unreasonable. Just like your father, if you hadn't been looking for him, maybe everyone in the world would have forgotten him..."

"Lu Mingfei!" Chu Zihang suddenly interrupted Lu Mingfei with a low growl.

"Sorry, brother, I didn't mean to poke your scar..." Lu Mingfei said apologetically.

"No, your words remind me of a possibility." Chu Zihang looked into Lu Mingfei's eyes and said word by word, "What if we didn't forget, but the existence of those people... was erased?"

"Existence... was erased?" Lu Mingfei repeated these words in astonishment, as if he was reciting a spell. After he finished speaking, he shuddered violently.

Obviously, erasing one's existence is more terrifying than having one's memories erased, but this statement is not entirely unreasonable. At least there are people Lu Mingfei knows who have this ability... Lu Mingfei looked at the mottled firelight on the wall, and in a trance he seemed to hear the devil's low mockery.

Chu Zihang thought of something else. He remembered the ghosts he saw seven years ago when he encountered an accident on the elevated road on a rainy night... Where did those things come from? There were so many of them, like unconscious zombies. What were they like before they became those things? Could they be ordinary humans?
Every year, people inexplicably disappear in this city and are gradually forgotten. If they become something other than human, does it mean that their original existence has been replaced?
So Dad, if I can really find you, will I still recognize you...or in other words, are you still the same you?
The image of the unshaven man flashed through Chu Zihang's mind. He was always laughing and talking a lot. Chu Zihang clearly spent half an hour every day recalling his experiences with him, but for some reason, the man's appearance had become a little blurry in his mind.

Chu Zihang felt a sense of fear for no reason. He looked at those yellowed, old newspapers that were piled up in this closed room. If they hadn’t been particularly careful to look through them today, no one in this world would have remembered these things… Chu Zihang was afraid that his memories would be like what was recorded in these old newspapers. They clearly had happened, but were gradually forgotten and finally buried in the dust of history.

If a person is forgotten by everyone in the world, his existence is truly erased. How powerless and desperate would he feel then?

"Brother, are you afraid that you will forget?" Lu Mingfei noticed that Chu Zihang was not in a good mood, and he comforted him, "Don't you have a memo? Don't be afraid, if you really forget, I will help you remember it. I will definitely not forget it, and I will remind you when the time comes."

"Thank you." Chu Zihang took a few deep breaths.