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On the fourth day of the seventh month, it was overcast and rainy.
The weather today was even worse, with dark clouds looming overhead, as if a torrential downpour could start at any moment.
A Liang opened his bleary eyes, rubbed them, and dragged his weary body to the lobby on the first floor. Besides Liang Xueli and Ling Song, everyone else was gathered there, speaking in hushed tones.
"Why are you only getting up now? Tomorrow we officially enter the forest challenge and look for treasure. I heard that those pendants in the restaurant are part of the treasure. Look at Liang Xueli and Ling Song; they went to scout the forest early this morning. A Liang, don’t hold me back!" Wen Ting said, frowning slightly with a hint of reproach in her tone.
"Yeah, those two are quite brave. I remember last year around this time, a girl had an accident while searching for treasure in the forest..." Wang Gang chimed in, his voice tinged with concern.
"Hey, hey, don’t say that, you crow!" Xu Renbin shot him a glare. "But seriously, it is dangerous to go alone, which is why I suggested Liang Xueli and Ling Song go together. Liang Xueli knows about wilderness care; if anything happens, she can handle it. They probably won’t be back until tonight."
"Hmph, as expected of Ling Song," Sun Miaoyan sneered. "Up so early—truly a legendary treasure hunter."
"Heh, I think if they find treasure, having a treasure map would really help," A Liang joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"There is one! Those pendants in the restaurant are it; it's just that no one has figured out their secrets yet," Wen Ting replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "But speaking of which, what if they actually discover treasure today? What would happen?"
"What would happen? Hmph." Sun Miaoyan continued to smirk, maintaining her detective-like wisdom. "One of them will probably end up—‘snip!’" She made a gesture across her throat with her hand, laced with mockery.
"That can’t be true; how could that happen?" A Liang felt a chill run down his spine after hearing this. "It’s just treasure; it can’t be that serious."
"Just treasure? Heh, junior, you’re being too casual about this," Wang Gang laughed from the side. "Just looking at those pendants shows how rich this treasure must be. You wouldn’t easily share it with others either, would you?"
"Are these pendants? If they really hide some secret..." A Liang furrowed his brow thoughtfully.
"Hmph, these pendants are certainly related to the treasure," Sun Miaoyan said casually. "Most of you here already know that."
Seeing everyone nod in agreement, A Liang realized that these pendants had been discovered by the innkeeper, Gong Xi.
Many years ago, when he first set foot on this survival island, he stumbled upon these twelve pendants and a letter in a broken chest by the beach. The letter stated that these items were left behind by a person who had fallen into misfortune on the island. This individual was an enthusiast of constellations and music, and he had already found the treasure on the island.
To ensure others could also find it, he left the secret of the treasure within these twelve pendants, hoping that future generations would unravel it. Thus, the innkeeper Gong Xi decided to open a lodge on this deserted island and hung the twelve pendants on the wall as instructed in the letter, hoping someone would decipher the treasure's secret.
For treasure hunters, this was no longer a secret.
"Hehe, many people believe this story is true, which is why so many come here," Wang Gang summarized. "But there are also many who think it's just a fabrication by the owner to attract business—a mere gimmick. Opinions vary on this matter, hehe."
Suddenly, a sharp scream echoed from the nearby dining area, piercing and jarring, startling everyone as they rushed toward the source of the cry.
Pushing open the door, they saw the waitress Xiao Xin standing there with her hands covering her face, frozen in shock and unable to speak.
On the floor beside the dining table lay the owner, sprawled in a pool of blood.
Everyone quickly gathered around.
"The head has been struck with a blunt object. Fortunately, he's still alive... Hmm... Based on the wound and the coagulation of blood, it seems he was attacked last night," Sun Miaoyan crouched down to examine him closely, her tone calm and professional.
"What is happening? Uncle just celebrated his 43rd birthday yesterday..." Xiao Xin cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Th-then..." Rongrong suddenly noticed something, her voice trembling with tension.
Everyone followed the direction of her finger and saw that the twelve pendants hanging on the wall were all gone!
In the far left position, a note was pinned up, with a shaky line written on it: "Guests with nowhere to escape, time is running out! Only one person can leave Survival Island!"
Remember! Only one!
Wang Gang softly read the line aloud, and panic instantly spread among the group as they exchanged worried glances.
At that moment, a loud rumble echoed through the air—it was the sound of thunder following a lightning strike. The fierce wind battered against the windows, but it felt more like it was pounding on everyone's hearts...
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