Back in the village, I began to look around. Night was falling, and once midnight passed, I would return again to January 1, 2000.
I went door to door, searching each villager’s house one by one.
Night had completely fallen. As I kept thinking, since this was part of Leo Liu’s memory—a so-called fragment—where exactly was it?
Suddenly, I remembered and immediately summoned the Desire Ghost.
What is it, Ethan? I’m having fun right now.
Desire Ghost pouted in dissatisfaction. I patted her forehead.
Alright, you need to help me.
I really can’t help, Ethan. Why don’t you ask the others?
I smiled and shook my head.
Please, you should be able to sense desire, even just a little—even if it’s only in memory. As long as someone is human and has feelings, they have desire.
Oh.
Desire Ghost sighed and pursed her lips, clearly unhappy, but then she slowly floated above the village, closed her eyes, and began to sense.
There is a little bit, but it’s very faint. Listen, Ethan, anything in this world that can sense has something called desire. Even a mindless worm has the desire to eat. So this tiny amount isn’t strange. Let’s search more carefully tomorrow.
Desire Ghost said this, then flew toward my body. Seeing her excited face, I knew she wanted to hurry back. I grabbed her, stopping her from returning to my body, and smirked.
You’ve lost for several days in a row, right? How about it? Want me to tell you the secret to winning at mahjong?
Really?
Desire Ghost’s eyes lit up with excitement as she looked at me. I nodded.
So, you need to be patient and help me find where these bits of desire are. It’d be best if you could find the source.
Motivated by the promise of the mahjong secret, Desire Ghost focused intently on searching.
It was already 10 o’clock. The villagers below began to return to their houses one after another, and the lively atmosphere quieted down.