Chapter 260 | My Class Is Ghost Bride, But This Isn’t Romance

The talk of oxygen drunkenness was like a pipe dream, completely groundless.

If nothing had ever gone wrong, why would he place so much emphasis on it?

This made Bai Ci even more certain of her earlier suspicions.

The name of the condition, "oxygen drunkenness," was fake, but the abnormal state it referred to was real.

Just because the number of people hadn't changed didn't mean the people themselves hadn't changed.

Bai Ci quickly flipped through the rest of the material, noted down some key points, closed the folder, and looked up at Xie Lai, who was waiting quietly.

Seeing that she had finished reading, Xie Lai, who had been holding back for a long time, was finally able to speak.

She lowered her voice, her tone grave. “Sister Bai, look at the records for the Honey Rite from a year ago. There was a man named Wang Huizong in the team back then. Do you know him?”

Bai Ci showed a complex, indescribable expression—a mix of regret and disdain—and said with a subtle look, “I've met him, and I've heard some things about him.”

“His reputation has never been good. It's rather hard to explain, but he's definitely not a good person.”

“Do you remember the rules the team leader emphasized at the dining table in the service area before we entered the village?”

“The person mentioned in the fourth rule is Wang Huizong.”

“But it wasn't a misunderstanding. The rumor in the company has always been that they were having an affair. It's just that once they were found out, he chickened out and shifted all the blame onto the woman.”

“Ah?” Xie Lai looked stunned. What she was hearing from Bai Ci went far beyond her expectations.

“No way...” Her voice was filled with disbelief. “How could that be... I thought he was supposed to be a good guy.”

Xie Lai was clearly deeply shaken. It took her several seconds of stunned silence to suppress her shock before she hurriedly and carefully pulled a neatly folded piece of paper from her pocket.

Unfolding it, it was a piece of red-lined letter paper that had already yellowed. Only half of it remained, its torn edge jagged and uneven, clearly ripped apart by force.

She solemnly handed the letter to Bai Ci.

“Sister Bai, take a look at this.”

This torn half of the red-lined letter was the main reason she had sprained her ankle—or more accurately, the catalyst.

At the time, Xie Lai was organizing the last few small items in the utility room when she found this among a pile of waste paper and trash.

There was actually a bit of luck involved. The pile of waste paper was originally meant to be stuffed into a trash bag and thrown away.

But Xie Lai wanted to slack off, so she looked through them one by one. If she got caught, she could always claim she was afraid of losing important documents, which was why she checked everything.

That was a meticulous and rigorous attitude, definitely not slacking off.

And then she discovered this.

Xie Lai was incredibly excited at the time. She had barely managed to suppress her racing heart and read just the beginning when someone pushed the door to come in.

Her immediate instinct was to hide it.

Intuition told her this had to be an important clue, so her first reaction was to hide it, not wanting her fellow player, Wang Dong, to find out about it.

In her haste to hide the paper, she failed to notice her footing for a moment, which caused her to trip and sprain her ankle.

Bai Ci reached out and took it.

Perhaps because the utility room was somewhat damp and the paper had absorbed some moisture, the ink had bled slightly.

But it wasn't hard to see that the handwriting on it was sharp and upright, with powerful strokes. It could be inferred that the person who wrote this must have possessed an awe-inspiring sense of justice.

Yet, the person who wrote this was Wang Huizong.

Report Letter

I, Wang Huizong, ID number: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX, joined Bright Wedding Planning Company on Year X, Month X, Day X. I am currently on duty, responsible for the on-site execution of the exclusive Honey Rite project in Tianmi Village. I am now submitting this report under my real name.

I hereby solemnly declare: All the following content is by no means a personal prank, nor is it fabricated or imagined. There are no exaggerations or rumors. Everything is an objective fact that I personally witnessed and that actually occurred. Every word is true.

I earnestly request the receiving department to believe this and conduct a prudent investigation!

Report Details: The entire population of Tianmi Village in the XXXX jurisdiction secretly worships a cult, and the village has long carried out sacrificial activities that violate humanity, public order, and good customs;

There are anomalous phenomena in the village that cannot be explained by common sense or science. An unknown force can secretly replace people's identities. The situation is critical.

Currently, I have persuaded an informed villager who is willing to step forward and cooperate with the official testimony. At the same time, I have obtained some core evidence of the village's cult sacrifice.

I earnestly request the relevant departments to intervene immediately, thoroughly investigate Tianmi Village, and rescue the replaced personnel.

The real-life evidence, written records, and on-site footage in my possession are as follows:

...

The materials were listed below, but the "below" part was missing.

Hmm...

Bai Ci repeatedly scanned the sharp, upright handwriting on the paper. The Wang Huizong described by Sang Lan didn't seem like someone who could write such words.

“Chronologically speaking, the Wang Huizong I know is the Wang Huizong from after the Honey Rite concluded a year ago.”

In her character's background, she and Sang Lan had fallen in love at first sight, and they had progressed their relationship very quickly, combined with the Wang Huizong whom Sang Lan encountered after newly joining the company.

Making a bold deduction, one could arrive at the above conclusion.

“The handwriting and wording of this report letter can't lie.”

Fearing she might misunderstand, Bai Ci even specifically activated Literature Carries the Dao. The will embedded between the lines was indeed full of hot-blooded passion and righteous energy.

“Writing reflects the heart. The person who wrote this letter could never be the wretched, despicable scoundrel from the company rumors.”

So what happened back then?

Was the current Wang Huizong self-deprecating to protect himself, or had he already been replaced?

A chill ran down Xie Lai's spine, and goosebumps broke out across her skin. “Sister Bai, look here. The report letter says that there is something in this village that replaces people.”

“So, is it possible...”

“...that the Wang Huizong who walked out of the village—the one you knew before, Sister Bai—was actually already a fake who had replaced him? The real him has probably... met with disaster.”

More than just disaster, Bai Ci added in her mind.

Sang Lan had been replaced and died almost immediately after entering the church for just two or three minutes. As for someone replaced a year ago, the grass on his grave was probably already a foot high.

Bai Ci pretended to ponder the hypothesis Xie Lai proposed. After counting to ten in her head, she finally nodded. “It is possible. Currently, all the clues point to this conclusion.”

“...Going to find Shen Jiayi should reveal more.”

Having said this, Bai Ci met Xie Lai's eyes, her expression serious. “Xie Lai, I will definitely get to the bottom of this. If possible, I want to put an end to it.”

“This is extremely risky and involves things beyond what ordinary people can imagine. If you're afraid, it's fine to pretend you know nothing.”

“Just don't leak this to anyone else, especially the team leader. He's been here three times, so he's highly likely to be deeply entangled in this. He cannot be trusted.”