I lay in bed, unable to help but recall the various details since I met Xiaojing.

In my impression, she rarely went out. Most of her daily necessities were delivered through takeaway services. Even when she occasionally went out, it was always at night.

She seemed to have no social circle. Apart from my boyfriend occasionally visiting her, I had never seen her interact with anyone else.

I never saw her make phone calls or heard her mention any relatives. She seemed to live in a vacuum.

Could she really have a problem?

I dialed my boyfriend Zhou Hao's video call.

"What's wrong, babe?" Zhou Hao rubbed his eyes, seeming like he had just woken up.

I had known Zhou Hao for six months. He was a surgeon who often worked night shifts and had a reversed day and night schedule.

I explained what happened just now.

"Corporeal Resurrection?" Zhou Hao's tone was filled with disbelief. "I told you to watch fewer horror movies. How did you end up watching a live stream? Those are all scams. Only naive girls like you would believe them."

"But that Master Huang spoke so convincingly." I was a little angry.

"Alright..."

I heard the sound of a keyboard.

"Babe, I found some information about Corporeal Resurrection online. Let's use the information to verify it."

"Okay." At this moment, I felt that Zhou Hao was my only reliance.

"Babe, I will always protect you."

That was his catchphrase.

Zhou Hao was good in this aspect. Whenever I had any needs, he would provide protection anytime, anywhere.

A few times when I had a slightly hoarse voice on the phone, he would rush to the rented house in the middle of the night to bring me lozenges.

"According to the internet, after the fusion of Corporeal Resurrection with another person's skin, it can only be maintained for a year at most. It requires replacing the skin seven times to maintain a permanent state," Zhou Hao said.

"If that's the case, a girl would have to go missing every year," I said.

Zhou Hao seemed disdainful. "That's impossible. Let's first check if girls go missing every year."

"Moreover, if it's true as that anchor said, it would require the blood of the skinned girl to keep the girl alive for a year. Not to mention bacterial infections and other problems, just the pain alone would be enough to kill a person."

"Anyway, let's first check if there are any missing girls," I said.

But when Zhou Hao told me the search results, both of us fell silent.

According to the information online, starting from seven years ago, every September 1st, a girl would go missing.

The age of the missing girls increased year by year, ranging from the youngest at 21 to the oldest at 26.

The most recent missing person was a female nurse, and she was from the same hospital as Zhou Hao.

According to Zhou Hao, that young nurse often made private visits to administer injections, so she was probably targeted because of that.

If someone goes missing this year, the age would be 27—the same as mine.

And today is September 1st.