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Chapter 216: “Yes, My Surname is Chen, But I’m Not Chen Sinan” (1)Chapter 216: “Yes, My Surname is Chen, But I’m Not Chen Sinan” (1)
That wasn’t a dream.
Xin Siyue began looking for the book desperately, but strangely enough, it was as if it had disappeared without a trace. She ran through all the bookstores
in this entire city but she got the same response from all of them. “Sorry, we don’t carry this book in our store anymore.” Were the sales of this book so staggering that all of them had been bought?
Clearly, Xin Siyue didn’t believe that.
Until one day, when she posted online to ask for a copy of the physical book, she found out from a response that someone had been desperately wanting
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtto buy the book besides her.
This was how they responded, “That’s strange, why is someone asking for that book again?”
Xin Siyue was shocked. Who else could it be besides her? “Excuse me, may I ask who else is looking for that book?”
“From what I heard it seems to be the original author. I heard they mentioned that there were flaws with the book that they didn’t want to spread, so they bought all the books from all the bookstores and even Taobao. She even bought many of the copies from the readers with a high price. Why? Is there anything strange about this book? Is there a treasure inside or something?” That person seemed to take it as a joke.
But Xin Siyue fell into deep thought. The author? Shi Shi?
Xin Siyue quickly went back to the post to ask if that person had the book, or maybe knew where she could get a copy, but that person replied no. “I wouldn’t read that kind of dog blood president novel!”
“Then, do you know who the author is? Or her address?”
“I wouldn’t know who it is, but you could probably find the address from those who sent the book back.”
The behavior of the author was really strange! There must be a secret inside that book. Otherwise, why would she be in such a hurry to destroy it? The more she thought about it, the more deeply she believed that it must be so.
Could it be that the secret for her to transmigrate back laid inside the book?
Xin Siyue wanted to clear everything up, so for some time, she went everywhere to ask about the book or the author’s whereabouts.
After ending up with zero clues, Xin Siyue suddenly thought that if that person hated her so much, then she definitely knew her. However, after checking
through all the female friends she knew, she came out with nothing.
Until one day, when she went on Weibo and followed the official blog that promoted the book before, she saw the contents of her post and was amazed to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmfind that the author had already passed away for more than a month. The cause of her death seemed to be from a robbery and she was unfortunately
stabbed when she tried to resist and died of excessive blood loss. When Xin Siyue saw that post, she felt goosebumps rise all over her body.
She’s dead? So, the author transmigrated in after she died?
She was stunned. Then, she slowly came back to her senses. She went through the blogger’s Weibo and after going through several pages, found a post about the author.
The story of her death was similar, but more specifically, it mentioned that she was writing before her death, and her computer was left on with
handwritten manuscripts scattered all around her keyboard. Also, less than two centimeters away from her was an open book, and the page seemed to be stained with blood.
Xin Siyue read word by word seriously, and finally, she felt her temples throbbing painfully. She shut off the computer and massaged her head, feeling
disconsolate.
So, the author transmigrated after she died?
The only similarity Xin Siyue could find with transmigrating was that it had something to do with blood and a book.
So, was blood a vital factor?