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I fell asleep while writing Chapter 235.

"What's missing? What's missing?" Fang Cheng frowned as she thought to herself—she felt as if there were two details that were connected, but the human brain couldn't remember everything clearly.

"Ah, wait, let me look." System WQBYRZM said, bringing up a blue screen that displayed all the clues they had collected so far, including clues about exchanging information with Gu Huayang and the others.

"Ah. We found out. Those white figures in the tea garden said that the new schoolteacher—who is also the father of the person who wrote this diary—may be related to the main person in charge of the tea plantation at that time."

"So the new teacher didn't become a sacrifice because of this relationship!" Fang Cheng suddenly realized. "So the original teacher was sacrificed instead of the new teacher."

“The ritual went wrong!” Fang Cheng said. “The ritual went wrong and Master Li did not become an immortal. He probably died. Instead, his eldest daughter, Li Yin, woke up.”

"The young lady has woken up and has therefore inherited this tea shop." Fang Cheng began to draw and write on the ground with a small piece of charcoal.

"But what has Li Yin done?" Lu Renkui said, arms crossed. "Judging from the last sentence of the diary we can unlock so far, and considering the earlier information that whether or not one can see a red line is the basis for determining whether someone can become a sacrifice, Li Yin may not have given up on the sacrifice."

"So the reason she doesn't give up the sacrificial ceremony is..."

The system WQBYRZM brought up Notepad; "Judging from information from multiple sources, it's for her sister."

"How good the relationship between the two people is can be proven in every aspect."

"So the young lady did something to resurrect her sister." Fang Cheng briefly wrote down this clue and circled it.

"We mentioned before that the young lady did something that turned the entire teahouse into a dungeon. Could it be related to the ritual?" Lu Renkui asked.

"That makes sense." Fang Cheng wrote down the name of the young lady, Li Yin, and drew a circle next to it to mark it as important.

“Okay, the main points have been explained. Now let’s sort out the side points.” Fang Cheng took out the stack of papers and wrote “Diary Owner” on the ground. “First of all, there is the special nature of the diary owner’s identity.”

"First, she was literate. Judging from the clothes we are wearing now, it is the Republic of China era. In the Republic of China era, people like tea pickers would not have had much opportunity to come into contact with books. The diarist benefited from her father being a schoolteacher, which is why she was literate."

“And the owner of the diary might have something special,” Fang Cheng added, pointing under the word “owner of the diary”. “I suspect she might have the ability to see ghosts or something like that.”

“I’m playing her role. My rule sheet states that both the second young lady and the eldest young lady are still alive. This means that from the perspective of the diary’s owner, she knows that the second young lady will still be lingering at the tea house.”

"The cook, played by Bai Xingyi, also knew this," Fang Cheng said, crossing his arms and staring at the four characters "owner of the diary" for a while. "The diary owner must have told the cook about this later."

"So, could we deduce that this tea-picking girl has already been listed as a sacrificial offering by the young lady after it was discovered that she could read?"

"Afterwards, the young lady may have learned through some means that the diarist possessed the special ability to see ghosts. So she ordered her room to be searched, and after discovering that her room had been searched, the diarist began writing a special diary for the young lady to read."

So, do those next few sheets of paper contain the specific details of the ritual and the solution? Fang Cheng looked at the charcoal marks drawn on the ground and fell into thought again.

"Oh, right, now that things have progressed this far, shouldn't the remaining papers be unlocked?" Fang Cheng picked up the remaining unread diary from the ground.

There were only two papers left that hadn't been unlocked. Fang Cheng took out the two unlocked papers and was surprised to find that the two papers were no longer stuck together and could be read.

The first sheet of paper showed how to get to the third floor of the lobby: "Prepare two pieces of charcoal, and throw them onto the red line to open the passage to the third floor." Fang Cheng read it aloud softly.

“There are words written on this paper… what!” Fang Cheng froze when his eyes fell on the lines of text.

The text read: "I know you're reading this, because the young lady won't give up on her ideas, so I can only do my best to pick out a few useful things for you. I hope what I've written can help you."

But since I've already written this far, I might as well write a little more.

To leave you, you must die. Don't be afraid; death won't do you any harm. Always stay alert, remember where you came from and where you're going. Don't become an object; remember that you are a person.

"Is this a way to leave this world?" Fang Cheng asked excitedly. "Great! I can go home!"

"Dong—dong—dong—dong—dong—" The bell rang, it was time for dinner.

Fang Cheng immediately packed up the diaries and put them in his pocket, then put the two little golden finger figures in his pocket as well, and picked up a basket for himself.

Just as Fang Cheng stepped out the door, he remembered something and stomped on the ground to make sure the charcoal marks were no longer visible before he ran confidently to the players' meeting place.

As soon as he entered, Fang Cheng sensed something was wrong—there were far fewer people than at noon.

Could it be that I didn't discover the message in time enough, causing someone to leave? Fang Cheng was startled by this thought and quickly checked again to see who was missing.

After reviewing the list of people, Fang Cheng noticed that Chen Yi'an and Fu Qu were missing.

"Is there anyone else who hasn't arrived yet?" Fang Cheng asked.

"The two of them went to find clues on their own," Gu Huayang's voice came first, sounding like he wasn't in a good mood.

"Aren't you coming? Why?" Fang Cheng was still thinking that once everyone had gathered, she would explain how to leave this world.

“They have a slight disagreement with us,” Wang Jianhua tried to soften things up before speaking to the little girl who was about the same age as his daughter.

“Oh, I see. Well then, let me tell you what I’ve discovered,” Fang Cheng said, taking out a stack of papers. “I’ve discovered a way to leave this world and how this copy world was formed, and it seems I’ve also figured it out.”

The others paused in their work, then turned their gazes toward Fang Cheng.

"You found a way to leave this world and discovered the reason for the formation of this dungeon world?" Bai Xingyi sounded very surprised, and also a little happy. "I have to say, as expected of a high school student, your brain works really well."

“No,” Fang Cheng said, scratching his head. “It was just good luck. Let me tell you all about it.”

The equation explained its reasoning process.

After listening, the others remained silent.

"H-how is it? Is it okay?" Fang Cheng didn't know what she was saying at the moment. She knew that after she told them this, it might dampen their morale because it was different from how she had spoken to them before.