Clown Game
Chapter 102 - 102 90 Not 3 days 2 nights 4

Chapter 102: Chapter 90: Not 3 days 2 nights! 4 Chapter 102: Chapter 90: Not 3 days 2 nights! 4 “Oh… wasn’t fully awake, was dreaming…” Chen Xiao explained embarrassedly.

“What kind of strange start is this,” ‘There has never been a driver’ what does that mean, weren’t we just eating together yesterday?” he asked, feigning calmness as he took a sip of porridge and quickly thought about it in his mind.

In this situation, Chen Xiao didn’t choose to inquire further but naturally dodged the question while starting to observe the people around him.

The woman mechanically stuffed food into her mouth, occasionally taking a few bites of pickles. She was still not fully awake, and had there been supermarkets around, she definitely wouldn’t have come down for breakfast; last night, the driver was sitting right next to her.

The couple was still sweetly affectionate with each other, showing no signs of anything unusual; yesterday, the driver was sitting right across from them, and their eyes had met numerous times.

The boss and his wife were each busy drinking their porridge, not even glancing at each other, let alone speaking. That’s often how it is with couples who have been together a long time; yet last night, the “lady boss” had personally said, “The driver isn’t coming, no need to wait for him.” It seemed she still remembered the driver at that time.

Oh yes, the boss wasn’t there last night, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything; maybe he was in his room drinking at the time. Moreover, from the conversation just now, Chen Xiao was certain, he wasn’t lying, meaning, at this moment in his consciousness, there really wasn’t a “driver.”

As for Chen Xiao, he naturally had recalled every single detail about the first time he saw the driver and all subsequent events; he clearly remembered every action, every expression of the man, even habitually observing that he was a nearly 40-year-old man who, due to often not being home, had a tragic divorce.

Everyone at this table was acting normally.

No one was lying…

Just yesterday, they were still having dinner with “Uncle Driver.”

But now, that driver… had disappeared.

He had vanished from everyone’s memory, no one remembered him.

Except for Chen Xiao.

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Chen Xiao suppressed the doubts in his heart, finished his porridge in one gulp with one hand, then left the table pretending to be still sleepy.

He didn’t return to his room, but quickly made his way to the third floor. After standing at the stairwell and taking a quick glance, he immediately confirmed something.

That driver… seemed to have truly disappeared.

He stood thoughtfully for a few seconds, then turned around and walked downstairs. All these actions took less than 20 seconds, so the other guests had not left the dining area yet, and therefore no one saw Chen Xiao on the third floor.

He returned to his room and peered out the small window at the open ground outside.

Indeed… even the truck was gone.

The hotel, apart from the first floor, was carpeted, and although heavily trodden, it still stored a lot of dust. Footprints from the last 24 hours could easily be left; Chen Xiao had already observed that, apart from footprints leading to room 302, there were none others on the entire third floor.

That means, within the last 24 hours, only that couple should have been on the entire third floor.

And that truck certainly wasn’t driven away, otherwise he would have definitely heard something.

So, “Uncle Driver” had indeed disappeared, along with everything related to him, even including the memory of all those who saw him.

But why, why except for him?

“Is that driver an ‘anomalous item’? A person who only exists in memory?” Chen Xiao wondered.

No, that was not right because he could still feel, that strange sense of dissonance growing stronger around him, as if every breath, every movement was exceedingly bizarre.

“What exactly is wrong?” Chen Xiao muttered with pursed lips, he had already said this at least four times. But he still had no clue.

Just then, the people downstairs had also finished their meals and started coming up gradually.

The first to come up was a “woman,” still looking half-asleep as she passed by Chen Xiao’s room, and then came the sound of the door closing from room 204.

Following her were a “sweet couple”; the woman had her arm around the man’s, looking very sweet, just like each couple that hasn’t met for a long time… even though they had already gotten to know each other very well many times yesterday.

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Suddenly… Chen Xiao’s pupils constricted.

Because he saw that woman pause briefly as she walked toward the third floor.

“What’s wrong?” the man nearby asked somewhat puzzled.

“Oh… nothing,” the woman answered nonchalantly, then laid her head on his shoulder and walked up to the third floor.

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“What’s going on? What happened to her just now?”

Chen Xiao furrowed his brows, as if he had caught on to something.

Just yesterday, the woman staying in room 204 had exhibited a similar behavior.

They all seemed to suddenly think of something, or sense something. In any case, they all paused for about half a second.

Chen Xiao had a very strong premonition that this was closely linked to the mysterious disappearance of the “driver.”

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“Hmm… a missing person, no traces left behind, only I remember his existence. An omnipresent sense of discord, two women inexplicably pausing, no, maybe not just two, perhaps others had suddenly thought of something too, I just didn’t see it. So what did they think of? From their reactions, the persons involved seemed very surprised, but when others followed up, they didn’t want to elaborate much…”

He quietly thought to himself, and for a moment, it seemed as though everything around him ceased to exist. Immersed in his own world, his mind seemed to piece together a puzzle, connecting all the information, his eyes suddenly became emotionless, like a deep, still pool.

This state lasted for less than half a second before it disappeared.

And Chen Xiao seemed to suddenly think of something. His eyes lit up.

He quickly picked up his phone and checked the screen.

“Ah… If only I didn’t have this habit of counting seconds!” he muttered inexplicably.

Then, he dashed down to the first floor, his footsteps creaking noisily on the stairs.

He reached the “standing clock” placed against the wall, checked the time.

“Hmm…” He nodded as if confirming a suspicion of his own.

At that moment, the “boss” came out from the kitchen, clearly unhappy with Chen Xiao running around on the stairs.

“What are you doing?” he said irritably.

Chen Xiao didn’t care, smilingly turned his head to look at the boss.

That smile made the other person feel uneasy.

“Hehehe… can I take a look at the little notebook in the bar’s drawer?”

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