Chapter 62: Remembered

“How could this be?” Everyone was very surprised after hearing Father Yu’s words.

“A large truck was parked on the other side of the highway, slowly moving this way, but there was no one in the driver’s seat,” Father Yu continued.

“Ah!?”

“Could it be a ghost car?”

After hearing Father Yu’s next words, many people’s faces turned pale.

“It’s not a ghost car, it’s a hearse, coming to deliver ashes urns to us,” Zhao Kun, the boy who loved video games, said at a very inappropriate time, earning unanimous scowls from everyone.

Hearing Father Yu’s words, Lü Yang once again remembered the last two words Yu Fan said before she died…

Truck.

Could it be that Xiao Fan, standing on the gas station’s rooftop, saw the truck moving slowly on its own on the highway?

It made sense that a person would say the most important thing before dying. Lü Yang already knew that in this mysterious domain, once someone was “chosen” by an ashes urn, they would start desperately trying to remember one thing—what exactly they had forgotten. And before she died, Xiao Fan must have remembered “truck.”

What was going on with the truck on the highway?

Lü Yang felt that to figure this out, he needed to go to the highway himself. However… just then, Sun Yujiao pointed in a certain direction and let out another scream.

“What’s wrong?”

Everyone looked in the direction Sun Yujiao was pointing. After seeing what was there, everyone’s faces turned even paler, and some people started trembling uncontrollably.

Under the pale white light, on another dining table not far from the group, three black ashes urns were neatly arranged.

Nothing could be more terrifying than this.

It was the first time three ashes urns had appeared at once in this mysterious domain. With only seven people present, it meant that one out of every two people was likely “chosen” by an ashes urn.

Death was accelerating.

“Who… who… who will go check?” someone said, their voice trembling badly.

Lü Yang had the strongest nerves, of course. He always believed that all these deaths were likely related to his presence, so he felt it was his duty to walk over to that table. After looking at the names, he announced the results to everyone.

This wasn’t just reading names; it was handing out death notices.

“Yu Zhenhua, Wang Yuxing, Shen Qi.”

Most people in the restaurant felt slightly relieved when they didn’t hear their own names. Finally, everyone’s eyes focused on Xiao Fan’s father—this was the first time everyone learned his full name: Yu Zhenhua.

As for the selfish couple Wang Yuxing and Shen Qi, everyone seemed to have selectively forgotten their existence.

After hearing his name on the list, Yu Zhenhua’s expression didn’t change at all. His wife and daughter had left him one after another, and now his heart felt as dead as ashes.

For him, death might be the best form of release.

Or perhaps death would allow him to reunite with his wife and daughter in another world.

“Tie me up, please. I’ll try to remember what I’ve forgotten while my mind is still clear. I hope it can help you and save your lives,” Yu Zhenhua said calmly to everyone.

“Thank you,” everyone said, their eyes reddening.

“Teacher Yi, could you bring me that briefcase?” Yu Zhenhua looked toward a briefcase next to his wife’s body.

Yi Qiuhong quickly walked over, picked up the briefcase, and opened it as Yu Zhenhua indicated.

“I am a party member and a civil servant. In the briefcase, you’ll find my party membership card, work ID, and wallet. If any of you manage to leave this place alive, please pay my party dues for this month,” Yu Zhenhua told everyone.

“Don’t worry, Old Yu. If I can leave here alive, I will personally make sure to handle this for you. Also, don’t give up easily—there might still be a chance,” Yi Qiuhong assured him, her eyes red.

Lü Yang let out a long sigh and turned away.

“Heh, if I can help save a few people from this damned place, I’ll die without regrets. Wenzhi and Xiao Fan won’t have died in vain…” Yu Zhenhua continued, the sorrow on his face suddenly easing a lot. Then he repeatedly urged everyone to tie him up.

Lü Yang had originally planned to go to the highway to check what clues were hidden on the truck. But now, with this unexpected event—three ashes urns appearing together—if he could observe Yu Zhenhua’s process from the urn’s appearance to his death, it would greatly help in solving this mysterious domain. So he abandoned his earlier idea and stayed.

It was rare that Yu Zhenhua was willing to cooperate with the investigation. If he was willing to say what he remembered before he died, perhaps Lü Yang could finally figure out how to end this mysterious domain.

After everyone hastily used shirts, belts, and other items to firmly tie Yu Zhenhua to the metal dining chair, he could no longer respond to their questions. His eyes became confused, and his expression grew distant, as if he were desperately thinking and remembering something.

Soon, Yu Zhenhua began talking to himself…

“What… what have I forgotten?”

“Why can’t I remember?”

“Try hard! Old Yu! You can remember!” Yi Qiuhong shook Yu Zhenhua’s body vigorously and shouted at him, trying to help him recall what he had forgotten.

Yu Zhenhua glanced at Yi Qiuhong, but his eyes immediately became blank again. It seemed he heard her words but didn’t quite understand. Lü Yang stepped forward and waved his hand in front of Yu Zhenhua’s eyes, but Yu Zhenhua showed no reaction at all. He still had a pensive expression, mumbling the same few phrases.

Suddenly… Yu Zhenhua’s body convulsed violently, almost breaking free from the metal chair several times. Lü Yang, Xiong Yifei, and others had to use all their strength to hold him down.

“What have I forgotten!?”

Yu Zhenhua roared, his expression turning somewhat crazed. Then his eyes rolled back, and he gasped for air desperately, like someone drowning.

At the same time, Yu Zhenhua’s body convulsed wildly again. The metal dining chair, fixed to the ground, began to shake unsteadily. The fat salesman Xiong Yifei had no choice but to press against Yu Zhenhua frontally, using both hands to push hard against Yu Zhenhua’s chest…

In an instant, several crisp cracking sounds came from Yu Zhenhua’s body. Xiong Yifei’s hands, pressed against Yu Zhenhua’s chest, suddenly sank into his chest and lungs.

Blood foamed at Yu Zhenhua’s mouth as he gasped desperately. His lungs were ruptured, and his heart was exposed, making him appear extremely distressed.

“I didn’t… I… I… It wasn’t me…” Xiong Yifei pulled his blood-covered hands out of Yu Zhenhua’s chest, quickly threw away a rib he was holding, and explained to everyone with a horrified expression.

Everyone else was also horrified. No one had expected that even tying Yu Zhenhua up like this couldn’t prevent him from being injured and dying.

“I… I… I remember… now…” Yu Zhenhua’s confused eyes seemed to clear up a bit, and he began speaking haltingly.