"Hi, Mr. Jack, wake up, wake up."

Feeling his cheek being gently patted, Sun Yan slowly opened his eyes, rubbing them in confusion. Standing beside him was the old housekeeper Xia Da.

"Where am I?" Sun Yan asked in confusion.

"I don't know what happened either. I just found all of you sleeping in the hall together. Was the bed in your room uncomfortable?" the old housekeeper Xia Da patiently replied.

"Hiss..."

Sun Yan clutched his head, experiencing a headache. He only remembered returning to the room and about to open the door, but he couldn't recall anything that happened afterward.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao."

Sun Yan quickly pushed Zhao Chuan Yi beside him awake. After awakening, Zhao Chuan Yi was similarly bewildered and dazed.

"Damn, why am I sleeping here? Did I sleepwalk?"

Sun Yan stood up and looked around, having no impression of how he got from the room to this place, as if a segment of film had been deleted, and he seemed to have lost that memory.

"If you are hungry, you can freshen up and then head to the dining room to enjoy a meal. I've had a variety of breakfasts prepared for you, and there will surely be something to your satisfaction," the old housekeeper Xia Da said with a smile.

Brian, yawning, walked to the window and looked at the still heavily snowing scenery outside, asking with some frustration, "Damn it, isn't this snowstorm ever going to stop? Is there a way to check the weather forecast here? When can we finally get out of this mountain?"

The old housekeeper Xia Da smiled, "I apologize, Mr. Brian. If you're in a hurry, you'll have to wait a few days. Once a snowstorm hits us, it seldom stops in less than a week. You'll get used to it."

"Shit."

Shen Sanjing stretched his arms wide for a big yawn, "Could it be that we were having a night-long chat here? That's crazy. You guys chat, I'll go brush my teeth first."

As he ascended the stairs to the second floor, Yamashita Kojirō walked out from the hallway.

"Good morning, Mr. Shen."

Seeing all the people in the hall downstairs, he could not help but reveal a bit of confusion and surprise on his face, "Good morning, everyone. Are you having a gathering? You left out an old man like me, that's really sad. By the way, where is Lady Monica? Did you overlook her as well?"

Sun Yan exchanged a puzzled look with Zhao Chuan Yi, Shen Sanjing, and Bai Qianqian, then curiously asked, "Who is Lady Monica?"

Yamashita Kojirō, who was going down the stairs, froze for a moment, then laughed a few seconds later, "Hahaha, don't joke with me. We just met yesterday."

"Was there anyone named Monica at yesterday's auction? Weren't it just us few?" Shen Sanjing looked at Yamakawa Kojirō with a strange expression, "Old man, you're not developing dementia, are you, imagining a nonexistent person?"

"Please, stop joking with me, Mr. Shen."

This time, Yamashita Kojirō's expression became incredibly serious, saying with great earnestness, "Lady Monica is the blonde beauty who came into the mountains with us, and she dined with us last night. How could you possibly not remember her?"

Now, it was Sun Yan and the others' turn to fall silent, all showing helpless expressions.

Although they didn't know exactly what happened, it was clear that this old Japanese guy's mind might indeed be messed up.

In just one night, he had come up with a completely nonexistent person and insisted on it so reasonably, as if it were real.

If it weren't for the fact that only he seemed to remember a Lady Monica, Sun Yan would be questioning if his own memory had a problem.

"Confusing, I'm not talking about it anymore. I'm going back to my room. You all chat."

Shen Sanjing stopped talking and bypassed Yamashita Kojirō to go to the second floor. Since this Japanese guy seemed to have delusions, he wasn't going to bother interacting with him anymore, it was purely a waste of time.

"You guys, you're not joking with me, right? Is Lady Monica still in the room sleeping, didn't come down yet?"

Noticing everyone's expressions, Yamashita Kojirō then realized something was off, forced a smile, and asked tremblingly.

The others exchanged looks and could only helplessly nod before leaving one by one.

They weren't familiar with Yamashita Kojirō, so there was no need to pay much attention to this old man.

As for the Lady Monica he mentioned, who would care about what a delusional person says?

"Impossible, impossible! What is going on here, what exactly happened?" Yamashita Kojirō trembled all over, feeling something was seriously amiss.

Among all the people present, it seemed that he was the only one who remembered the blonde beauty Monica.

...

After breakfast, the snowstorm outside the ancient castle still showed no sign of stopping, not attempting to leave the mountain in this weather was akin to suicide.

Sun Yan had no choice but to return to his room, pulling out his phone to read a novel for a while.

But at this moment, he accidentally noticed the camera function in the background. Opening it, he found a photo in the album that he had no impression of.

When he enlarged the photo, Sun Yan's face suddenly changed dramatically, eyes widening in disbelief.

In the photo, a blonde woman was nailed to a giant oil painting in the posture of a cross. The blood soaked into the surface of the painting, making it stand out starkly.