Clown Game
Chapter 103 - 103 91 Not 3 days and 2 nights of sleep 5

Chapter 103: Chapter 91 Not 3 days and 2 nights of sleep! 5 Chapter 103: Chapter 91 Not 3 days and 2 nights of sleep! 5 That little book was naturally what people commonly referred to as the “account book.”

Due to the remote location of the guesthouse and the absence of competition in the vicinity, the owner had always adhered to a very rough way of doing business, not asking for names or registering ID cards, just give money and stay, no money, then scram.

But even so, something like the “account book” wasn’t something that could be shown to just anyone.

Fortunately, the field agents of the Foundation had one major difference compared to employees from other organizations, and that was… they had money.

Yes, they had money, although not to the extent of some royal family members who could greet someone on the street and donate luxury cars and yachts in a shockingly profligate manner, it was certainly more than enough to deal with ordinary folks.

And Chen Xiao addressed the issue at hand in a very efficient manner using this simple, crude, and even somewhat degrading method, which, incidentally, managed to elicit a greasy smile from the owner, a smile his wife probably hadn’t seen for years.

Chen Xiao took the little book and flipped directly to the last written page. He looked over the last few days’ records.

It read:

“23rd… 204… 600… 3 days… 1 person”

“23rd… 201… 600… 3 days… 1 person”

“24th… 302… 400… 2 days… 2 people”

Chen Xiao nodded as if he had expected this.

“I checked in yesterday afternoon at 1:20, right?” he handed the book back to the owner.

“Hmm… about that time, yes.” the owner replied, and indeed, money was a great thing; the other party’s attitude was noticeably better now.

“The woman in 204, she came yesterday morning?” Chen Xiao asked again.

“Uh… yes.” The owner frowned but ended up answering. Revealing information about other guests was an uncomfortable action, and why was this person asking again after having seen the account book?

At that moment, Chen Xiao suddenly lifted his head inexplicably and stared at the owner, asking in a somewhat ethereal tone.

“These past few days, have you experienced something like this… as if the scene before your eyes… hmm… seems familiar?” Chen Xiao furrowed his brows and haphazardly drew circles beside his temple with his hand, as if he was struggling to find the right words.

The owner was startled for a moment, partly because he was taken aback by Chen Xiao’s sudden head lift and partly because he had indeed been having a recurring sense of déjà vu recently.

So, he fell into thought and nodded.

“Hmm… yes, it has happened, and more frequently of late, like once every couple of days,” the owner said, looking at Chen Xiao with a puzzled look: “Have you experienced it too?”

Chen Xiao smiled slightly, not responding, but continued to ask.

“Did I come down for dinner last night? Or did I do anything strange?”

“Ah? You did!” the owner answered, looking at Chen Xiao as if he were looking at a mentally ill person. “And… uh… there wasn’t any behavior too strange.” What he meant was, “You’re quite strange on a regular basis.”

After hearing this, Chen Xiao nodded in satisfaction.

“Well, today… I am not eating!” he declared out of the blue, then turned and went upstairs, returning to his own room.

Then he closed the door.

After that, Chen Xiao took off his shoes, hung them on the wall hanger, and then picked up the toothbrush provided by the guesthouse, snapped it with a “crack,” neatly arranged its pieces on the floor, and then wrapped himself tightly in his blanket and began to frog jump in place, until he was drenched in sweat. Immediately, he stripped off all his clothes and took a bone-chilling cold shower, also soaking the blanket in the process.

No one knew what he was doing, but throughout these actions, Chen Xiao maintained an incredibly excited expression, occasionally letting out a “hehehe” of silly laughter.

Finally,

“Achoo~~~ hmm…”

Chen Xiao sneezed.

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Time was passing by, and before anyone knew it, night had fallen.

In the meantime, aside from the landlady’s howling at lunch and dinner, nothing particularly noteworthy had occurred.

The whole guesthouse continued to run as if nothing was amiss.

Oh… except for Chen Xiao, that is.

At this moment, Chen Xiao was lying in bed with his upper body bare, window open.

“Achoo~~~”

He sneezed again, then touched his feverish forehead, revealing a satisfied expression.

Afterwards, he continued to stare at his cellphone.

He had been lying there looking at his phone for almost a day now, and surprisingly, he hadn’t felt bored, but rather quite excited.

Because he knew what that ubiquitous sense of dissonance was.

So he waited.

But it never came.

“This isn’t working,” Chen Xiao muttered to himself while pouting, “Is it because I keep thinking and can’t disengage my consciousness?”

He said some nonsensical things, “What if I don’t think about anything? Then… look at the time, look at the time, look at the time…”

He repeated the phrase “look at the time” nearly 10 times,

then tossed his phone aside, and sprawled out, closing his eyes.

He began to sleep, emptying his mind, thinking of nothing.

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The next day!

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The second awakening?

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Chen Xiao didn’t know if he had actually slept, because one cannot be precisely aware of the moment they fall asleep, and in deep sleep, the perception of time is also highly inaccurate. Therefore, after Chen Xiao closed his eyes, what followed was a sense of confusion without cause.

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“Memory Flashback”?

It should be called that, that weirdly familiar feeling. Every time it appeared, it was only for an instant, like a dream you suddenly wake up from – the second you open your eyes, you can still recall the dream… but the content fades quickly, turning into a jumble of ink that’s impossible to remember.

Is this memory real? Can humans foresee the future? Or is there some other reason?

This feeling was too eerie, so every time it happened, it would make one feel incredibly unreal, and they would invariably pause, like the woman at the stairwell, the couple walking up to the third floor, or Chen Xiao at this very moment.

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In a daze, Chen Xiao stood at the entrance of the second floor.

He glanced at the stairs leading to the third floor as if by some demon’s whim, then looked at the narrow, somewhat oppressive corridor in front of him.

He furrowed his brow.

He felt that the scene in front of him was somewhat “familiar.”

No, to be precise, he completely remembered this scene. A memory appeared out of nowhere in his mind.

“Look at the time!”

For some reason, that’s what Chen Xiao thought, as if someone was incessantly reminding him.

He pulled out his cellphone and checked the time.

It showed on the phone: “23rd, 1:25 PM.”

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“Heh heh heh,” he laughed inexplicably.

Then he opened the door to his room.