There was an existence, an indescribable existence, constantly watching Moulin.

This existence transcended the realm of human understanding.

Its thoughts could not be speculated, its purpose could not be guessed, it had been watching her.

(You were observing her.)

At first, Moulin was terrified, unable to sleep and constantly feeling that the indescribable would bring her misfortune. After a year of psychological therapy and constantly convincing herself, she reluctantly overcame her fears and firmly believed that the thing did not exist.

Things seemed to get better gradually. She completed her college education, got married, and had children. Her husband was a vice manager in a well-known company, with a high and stable income. The children were healthy twin sisters. She also had two or three close friends who were also housewives. Their hobby was to purchase daily necessities in their free time after completing housework or have outdoor gatherings with their families and neighbors during holidays.

Although the "indescribable" was constantly watching her, Moulin believed that it did not exist, that it was just an unrecovered psychological illness from her younger days.

Until one day, Moulin came across a strange website.

This website was called "Horror Novel Web," and it couldn't be selected or viewed by anyone.

Unlike the indescribable, Horror Novel Web could be avoided. She could actively search for it on the internet or choose to close the website and never see it again. Furthermore, by becoming a writer on the website and reaching a certain word count, it seemed that various wishes could be granted.

There really were inexplicable things in the world that ordinary people couldn't explain. It took her several days to convince herself that Horror Novel Web was not an illusion.

After becoming a writer for some time, she found that she had accumulated quite a few points.

She used the points to purchase a brand new body. This body had around 80% resemblance to her original appearance, but it was more refined and perfect, eliminating some minor flaws on her body, such as a small birthmark on her forehead.

Moulin thought her life was already very happy, and if there was any flaw or discontent, it would be the indescribable thing that had always watched her.

She suddenly had a dangerous thought: since the Horror Novel Web was so powerful, could it make the indescribable thing disappear forever?

After much hesitation, she wrote her wish in the settings.

However, her wish did not come true. The world changed, everything changed.

The indescribable did not disappear, instead, it was the Horror Novel Web that vanished. On the same day, her beloved died in a car accident, and one of her children fell from the 10th floor, while the other was electrocuted by touching a power strip at home.

(You silently watched her.)

Moulin was filled with sorrow, staying by her husband and children's bodies in the hospital.

She needed the company of friends, she needed to talk. She picked up the phone to contact her friends.

No one answered, no one answered, no one answered, no one answered, no one answered, no one answered.

All her friends had disappeared overnight!!

She felt fear, felt broken. She remembered her parents and dialed their number.

Instead of her parents, the person who answered was the director of a nursing home.

The director told her that just a moment ago, both her parents had a heart attack and were being rushed to the hospital for resuscitation.

When she arrived at the hospital in her hometown, what she saw were two bodies that hadn't completely cooled down. She didn't even get to say a final word to her parents.

This world must be crazy! No, maybe she's the crazy one!

Yes, her loved ones must still be alive, her friends haven't disappeared! It's just that her mental illness has been causing her to see illusions.

It must be like this!

In the following year, Mulin didn't know how she made it through. She went through a lot.

She spent half a year wandering around, surviving by scavenging garbage. Later, she was sent to jail for stealing, and after being released, she met a mentor who believed in God. Under the mentor's guidance, she became a novice nun in an ordinary town.

As a Christian, Mulin did not escape from the shadow of the past, the "inexpressible" still existed.

And she has been having a continuous dream. In the dream, her parents are alive, her children are healthy, her husband and friends are always by her side. Every day, when she wakes up from the dream, she can't help but cry because the cruel reality keeps reminding her that it's just a dream.

She learned to escape, in reality, she worked diligently as a nun and didn't think about anything. In the dream, she planned to go on a trip to the seaside with her family.

Gradually, she started to blur the lines between dreams and reality. She felt like she was always standing on the edge of happiness and pain, sometimes joyful, sometimes agonized.

Just when her two daughters were about to have their coming-of-age ceremony, the dream disappeared.

After that, no matter how she fell asleep, all she saw was darkness, and she couldn't find her dream again.

The children are going to have their coming-of-age ceremony! Why can't I see that day! Let me go back! Let me go back! Let me go back!

She began to collapse, crazily taking sleeping pills and being sent to the hospital. After being discharged, she often muttered, burst into laughter, and sometimes suddenly banged her head against the wall, causing it to bleed.

Her mentor thought she had gone mad and sent her to a psychiatric hospital.

Even in the psychiatric hospital, her condition did not improve. Then, one day, she pierced her own neck with a stolen fork.

The pain of death struck, Mulin closed her eyes.

At least, she could be liberated...

Liberated...?

The "inexpressible" still remains!

The "inexpressible" is still watching her!

Why are you still here? Didn't I die? She screamed in despair.

(You are watching her.)

She woke up.

She returned to the reality where her parents were not dead, her children successfully completed their coming-of-age ceremony, her husband was promoted to general manager, and friends sent their blessings and gifts. Parents leaned on their canes, watching her and her two daughters contentedly.

Mulin had no happiness or joy, it seemed like she had lost that feeling.

She often touched her neck, imagining whether there was a bloody hole on it. Sometimes, when she saw her daughter standing by the window, she would fantasize about what would happen if she pushed the child down, how she would fall. And sometimes, lying in her husband's arms, she would feel like she was lying on a corpse.

"Who are you exactly?"

She tried to communicate with the inexpressible.

No response.

"Is this world real? How can I prove it?"

No response.

For the next few days, she was constantly planning and preparing. She held a party, inviting her parents, children, lover, and friends. Then, while everyone was immersed in the noisy banquet, she released the gas stored in the cylinder.

Everyone died.

She looked at the inexpressible, laughing, and shouting, "I did it! I did it! Tell me, is this world real?"

No response.

"Wait... what did I do? What am I doing?!" Mu Lin's expression twisted as she looked at the room filled with corpses.

The court sentenced her to life imprisonment.

Because she was assessed to have mental issues, she was first sent to a psychiatric hospital.

One day, she saw the familiar fork again.

Another cycle.

This time, both of her daughters got married and bought two villas nearby. Their spouses were successful individuals who were satisfying to their parents. It was not surprising that they could soon become grandparents.

But Mu Lin felt that she was sick, terminally ill.

Every day, she looked at her loved ones with the eyes of a corpse, imagining their cause of death. Imagining that even if she didn't take action, one day, they would die.

Mu Lin knew that her thoughts were wrong, but...

She was afraid that one day she would actually kill them, disappear from her family's view, change her identity, and return to the original church as a nun.

Perhaps Jesus could expel the unspeakable, maybe he could cure the mental illness that had plagued her for so long.

But what was terrifying was that she gradually started dreaming again, dreaming the story after her daughters' weddings, dreaming continuously every day. It seemed that everything was repeating itself.

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

She left the church and returned home overnight, only to see... a group of strangers.

Where were her husband, daughters, and parents? She sought help from the police and received only despairing information.

Those people had passed away two years ago.

She went insane, completely shattered.

She kept committing suicide, kept on cycling. Sometimes her loved ones were still alive, happily gathering together, but in the next moment, they turned into pitiful, grotesque fragments. Sometimes she became a nun, kneeling and praying in a pool of blood, and after finishing her prayers, she would devour a chunk of meat. Sometimes she went back to her childhood, witnessing her parents falling from the tenth floor. Sometimes, she woke up from her dream and looked blankly at the corpses beside her.

Her attitude towards the unspeakable shifted from fear to hatred, and then to numbness.

The Bible was fake, Jesus was fake, God was fake. The unspeakable was real.

She looked at the unspeakable and hysterically shouted, "What... what do you want? What do you want from me?"

(You look at her and say a word.)

"Are you okay?" Xu Fang came to the nun's side, looking down at her.

The nun curled up in the corner, clutching her arms with her hands, her nails leaving bloodstains on her flesh. She seemed oblivious to her own pain, her gaze filled with terror fixed on a certain point in the air.

Upon hearing Xu Fang's words, she suddenly snapped out of her long mental journey. "Is it you? You finally spoke?"

"Hmm?" Xu Fang keenly sensed a huge change in her attitude. He asked solemnly, "Is this our first meeting?"

"I see you every moment, and you have been watching me all along."

"Do you remember the memories from your previous cycles?"

"I saw all the various ways my family members died, and I killed them many times, experiencing the madness after extreme grief... I will commit suicide immediately if you are willing!"

Xu Fang felt that this woman was not answering the question and, like Bernice mentioned, the nun's mental state was extremely unstable. When she woke up, her emotions were still calm, so why did she change now?

"What would happen if you commit suicide?" Bernice couldn't help asking.

The nun seemed to notice Bernice's presence again. Her eyes were vacant for a few seconds, and then quickly regained clarity. Xu Fang and Bernice could both feel that the nun's emotions had calmed down.

"The sixth commandment of the Bible - Christians shall not commit suicide. Suicide blasphemes the Holy Spirit and leads to hell after death," the nun whispered softly, clasping her hands together and bowing her head. "I'm sorry for worrying you. I was just feeling confused. I think I should find a place to rest."

"What have you been through?" Xu Fang asked.

The nun didn't answer, turning around unsteadily and walking towards the door.

Bernice approached Xu Fang, wanting to say something but hesitated. She had heard the sound of emptiness passing to Xu Fang, which seemed like a strange object. She suspected that Xu Fang had used magic.

Xu Fang glanced at her. "Bernice, you should go with the nun. It's dangerous for the author to be alone."

"Okay, stay in touch."

Bernice caught up with the nun, expressing her desire to accompany her. The nun did not refuse, numbly nodding her head. Side by side, the two of them walked out of the room along the corridor.

Before leaving, Bernice turned her head to glance in the direction of the basement. The person in the black cloak was hidden in the darkness, motionlessly staring at her.

At first, Bernice wanted to invite Rui Guize to join their team, but she reconsidered and gave up on the idea.

...

Watching the two golden light clusters gradually fade away, Xu Fang opened WeChat and contacted Luo Xiaoming.

"Okay, I've noted it down..." Luo Xiaoming asked, "Are you coming back in the next two days, Xu Fang?"

"Maybe I'll come back in three days."

"Three days? But it's less than two days until the start of the fifth loop."

"I know, that's why I plan to jump to the fifth loop to see you."

"Ah? Is that possible?"

"I'm currently in the afternoon. According to the time difference, it should be nighttime over there, right?"

"Yeah."

"Look up at the sky. Can you see the moon?"

"Well... wait a moment, let me check by the window."

"Be careful not to fall."

"Don't worry, the windows are closed... There's a moon in the sky, it's a full moon."

"That's the point - is it a full moon in the fourth loop today?"

"The fourth loop... uh? Now that you mention it, it doesn't seem like it."

"So, I want to verify something."