Transformed into a heartthrob's simp, every day is a battleground.

Chapter 238 Little Fat Dog

Yan Xun sat on the mattress, propping his chin up with one hand as he looked at the clutter in the basement.

Like a fast food restaurant, everything here is too ordinary and commonplace, like something that would appear in the dream of a middle school student.

This was the first time Yan Xun had ever felt that hidden dungeons were so troublesome.

He had absolutely no idea how these things were related to blue gold.

Even knowing that these might be dreams born from the memories of the Blue Gold Master.

But where is the blue gold hidden?

Yan Xun thought for a moment, then leaned back, supporting himself with his hands on the discarded mattress, and looked at the shelves...

“These shelves look familiar,” he suddenly said to the system.

"What did you say?" the system popped up, not understanding Yan Xun's meaning.

“Don’t you think these shelves…” he pointed to the shelves, “and the basement, look a lot like my unfinished villa?”

"Remove this shelf, throw away all the toys over there, and reduce the area by half." The more Yan Xun looked at it, the more it seemed plausible. He stood up, supporting himself on the mattress, and walked to the shelf. "This is where I put my compressed food."

"Basements all look pretty much the same, don't they?" the system said.

They all look pretty much the same to me.

Yan Xun looked at the shelf in front of him, then turned back to look at the mattress. "I still think it looks a bit like it."

"Your living room is different from everyone else's," the system said.

Yan Xun recalled the living room he had just seen, and it was indeed quite different from his unfinished villa.

But who says the appearance of a villa can't be changed?

Moreover, the shelves in the unfinished villa weren't stocked with textbooks or electronic waste; they were filled with emergency food.

Yan Xun knew that no matter what he said, the system would only give the same answer, so he simply memorized what the basement of the villa looked like... Then he went to the shelves and began to look through the textbooks that the villa owner had discarded.

The textbooks lacked key information, probably because the person who provided this memory had never actually opened or read these books.

Yan Xun flipped through the books one by one, and then heard hurried footsteps. Gao Wen scrambled down to the basement. "They found the owner of the bedroom!"

"That's truly terrifying," Yan Xun thought, looking at Gao Wen. "The dead have come back to life?"

“No!” Gawain said, “It’s a shrine.”

"The owner of the bedroom seems to have passed away."

"We found the shrine on the third floor."

As Gao Wen spoke, he grabbed Yan Xun's arm and said, "Hey, it's hard to explain. You'll understand once you go and see for yourself."

……

Yan Xun was dragged by Gao Wen to the third floor of the villa, where he saw Gu Jia and the others waiting outside a room.

Seeing Yan Xun arrive, Gu Jia opened the door. "He's inside."

Yan Xun peeked out and saw a shrine in the not-so-small space, with a memorial tablet below it, though the names were illegible. There were also prayer cushions on the ground, probably for kneeling and worshipping.

Yan Xun entered the room and found that only one surname could be seen on the memorial tablet.

"Gui?"

Looking at the memorial tablet with the character "Gui" written on it, Yan Xun couldn't help but think of Gui Yuchong, who was still unconscious in his unfinished villa.

“Yes, it seems that Gui is the male owner’s name.” Qin Ke pointed to the memorial tablet and said that there was a small character below it that hinted at the identity of this person.

"I can't make out the lady of the house's name," Gao Wen said.

Yan Xun looked at the two memorial tablets and the prayer mat on the ground.

"Have you made any other discoveries?" he asked.

“There’s a study on the second floor, and another room that should be their child’s room,” Gu Jia said.

"Judging from the books and textbooks on the bookshelf, their child should be a high school student, probably from Guinan Middle School," Qin Ke added.

"This place should be very close to Guinan Middle School."

"The homework books in the fast food restaurant also featured Guinan Middle School."

“Take me to see it,” Yan Xun said.

They left the room with the shrine and went to the study and bedroom on the second floor.

Just as Gu Jia had described, the study room was filled with textbooks and homework. The room's owner was probably around the second year of high school, and there were also some winter break homework assignments in the room.

"Could it be that he became a guardian spirit after his parents passed away?" Gawain wondered.

“There are rumors that this villa is haunted, and at the same time…” Gawain said, then shook his head, “No, that’s not right. Blue gold should be the blood of some kind of creature.”

If it's a ghost, where did the blood come from?

Surely it couldn't be that he cultivated a physical body, could it?

There weren't many clues in the study, and many of the books were blurry, probably because the dreamer had never looked at them carefully.

Yan Xun then went to the bedroom next door.

Everything here seems much clearer.

Yan Xun looked at the double bed in the room, estimated its size, and determined that the abandoned mattress in the basement must have belonged to the room's owner.

Besides some homework, the room contained a computer and some game consoles.

It looks like nothing special, just a typical teenager's room.

The carpet still had a Ludo pattern. Yan Xun squatted down and took a closer look, discovering that the carpet was quite old and must have been laid out when the room's owner was a child.

Clearly, this is the deepest part of the nightmare.

Blue gold should be hidden here.

But neither a fast food restaurant nor a villa seems like a place where gold and silver can be hidden.

"Yan Xun!"

Wen Yuanzheng's voice came from outside the window.

“He just went outside,” Gao Wen said to Yan Xun.

Yan Xun walked to the window and looked down at Wen Yuanzheng.

“Look,” Wen Yuan said, holding up the puppy in his hand, “I found a puppy behind the house.”

The little black dog barked at them a few times, seemingly displeased by their sudden intrusion.

Yan Xun leaned against the window frame, looking at the chubby little dog that Wen Yuan was holding. "Where did you find it?"

“I saw it in the yard, right here,” Wen Yuan said, pointing to a corner. “It looks like it’s eaten too much and is sunbathing.”

Yan Xun looked at the chubby little dog, then turned to look at Qin Ke and the others.

"...No way." Yan Xun couldn't help but mutter.

"You wait here," he said to Wen Yuanzheng. "I'm going down now."

Wen Yuan was nodding, about to say no rush, take your time, when he saw Yan Xun use one hand to support himself against the window and flip over—the distance to the second floor was nothing to him, and he easily landed on the ground after using the leverage.

He stood up and walked to Wen Yuanzheng's side. "Let me see."

Wen Yuan was handing the puppy to Yan Xun.

Yan Xun held up the puppy and began to examine it—

The most common type of dog in the countryside, a small, fat mongrel that looks like a gas cylinder, was probably a little unhappy about being lifted up, because it howled at Yan Xun a few times.

Yan Xun held the puppy in his arms.

Where is the doghouse?