Chapter 130: A Move Placed on You, Choosing the Only One

Su Mian took a deep breath and let it out slowly, not realizing that her words carried a tremor.

"Okay."

"Then... goodbye–"

Before the words had even faded, her mouth was blocked. The man leaned down, his scorching breath mercilessly grinding over her lips.

The hand on her head gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to look up.

Su Mian forgot even to struggle, her whole person dull and submissive, until the sucking turned into biting, which made her snap back to reality, her heart pounding wildly.

His tongue took advantage of the opening, the temperature entwining between their lips and teeth, chaotic, rapid yet forceful. The scent of strong liquor surged at the tip of Su Mian's nose.

"Mm... Si–"

She was almost unable to breathe, unable to keep up with the rhythm, and her whole body immediately went limp, all strength draining away.

The events of last night played back in her mind like a movie, the humid and ambiguous atmosphere climbing.

"Do you think that's what I meant, damn it?"

The slightly hoarse and low voice gritted its teeth in her ear. It was the first time she had seen Si Shi swear with such temperament, and her whole body stiffened fiercely.

Si Shi panted softly, his voice sexy yet carrying a hint of anger. Su Mian reached out to touch her earlobe, feeling a sense of pleasure for some reason.

Although Si Shi wore a mask, Su Mian knew he must be cold-faced right now. Suddenly, she really wanted to see what his expression was.

"Mian Mian."

Su Mian came back to her senses and responded awkwardly.

"What I meant was, you are strong enough now; you no longer need to worry about life and death, and you can utilize the Abnormalities in the instances, or otherwise survive easily."

"Even beyond winning or losing, you have unearthed things more precious than the instances and human nature."

"Honestly, I admire you."

Si Shi stood still in front of the girl, his gaze deep and solemn, piercing through the mask.

"You have completely adapted to this place."

"Mian Mian, you don't need me."

He said, "So, I hope that in the future, when you approach me..."

"It is not to survive."

The wind stopped.

All was silent.

A snowflake arrived quietly, landing on Su Mian's shoulder, followed by a second, a third, fluttering and falling toward the earth.

She watched blankly, her pink lips slightly parted.

The sky was hazy and blurred, the morning light flickering, dyeing the garden in a mottled snowy white.

White Dove jumped up suddenly, flapping in the air, and a large number of butterflies were startled away.

The sound of bells pierced the curtain of snow, echoing across this land.

"The voting has begun."

Si Shi looked away, his ears seemingly red. He stepped aside to make way.

"Go, Your Highness."

Su Mian didn't remember how she walked back to the castle hall. The heat of the bonfire rushed toward her, and only then did she feel her body had frozen somewhat stiff.

Her heart was beating abnormally fast. She looked up and saw everyone standing in the middle of the hall, watching quietly. High up, Willow was wiping away tears, his expression somewhat agitated.

He had been sobbing for a long time; it seemed he had said a lot, and it seemed he hadn't finished.

"I... I am just a worker on an assembly line."

"I eat average food every day, live in an average place, but I am very content. I have a rental room, and I will soon have enough for the down payment on a house."

"I don't know why I was dragged into this place, inexplicably, and now I am going to die."

He let out a long sigh, his lips trembling. Luna couldn't bear it and turned her face away.

"The greatest wish of my life is to have a companion, but I... I don't have much ability, and I'm afraid that if someone follows me, they will suffer."

"So I hope that in the next life, I will have the ability to love others... Ev-everyone, thank you for listening to me say so much."

He pressed his hands together, bowing several times as if in prayer, and finally walked down the steps in a daze.

Maoshi appeared on time, telling them to proceed in order to the voting place for the final procedure.

"Teacher Your Highness..."

Felix suddenly looked full of complaints. "That whip I gave you, did you use it on someone else?"

Su Mian's emotions were instantly reined in. She blinked, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Felix seemed to understand, clutching his heart dramatically. "I am so sad... Woo woo woo, damn it, is it really still impossible to get your caress?"

Luna felt nauseated listening to this and jumped up to cover his mouth.

"Go vote already, you big silly boy."

As she dragged him away, she muttered in a low voice, "How could the idol my daughter likes be like this..."

Su Mian smiled for no reason and lifted her feet to head toward the voting place as well.

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【Ding dong– Congratulations to the Detective for clearing the instance "Red Dancing Shoes". Points +3000, current points 31600. Thirty thousand points can revive you once; you no longer need to worry about life and death. Congratulations to the player for reaching a new level in the game!】

【Now transmitting to the Main World】

–This instance review unfolds from the perspective of the murderer, Willow.

Some fairy tales are written for children to read.

And some fairy tales are just epitaphs covered in frosting.

My name is Willow, the owner of a canned food factory that is about to go bankrupt.

What wakes me up every day is not the alarm clock by the bed, but the debt collectors and the angry questions from the workers under me.

I calculate every day how much longer I can hold on, but I can never see a way out.

Those red dancing shoes were obtained when I was at my most desperate.

A witch gave them to me. She said these dancing shoes were enchanted. I didn't believe in these things; to me, they were just a pair of impractical shoes that couldn't solve any real-world problems.

So I gave them to the daughter of the milker at Morning Dew Ranch.

She often came to the factory to buy canned food and showed a clear liking for those shoes.

After she put them on, she was really happy.

Dancing every day.

Dancing non-stop.

A few days later, she came to me crying, saying she couldn't stop, that she had been dancing the whole time, her feet were covered in blood blisters, but she couldn't take the shoes off no matter what.

To make her stop, I chopped off her feet, but she couldn't survive the intense pain and died in the factory.

Those tiny feet, wearing the red dancing shoes, stood there alone in a pool of blood.

I was afraid the matter would be exposed, so I threw her body into Wind Whisper Creek next to the factory.

The creek water would take everything away; I thought this matter ended there.

But the real nightmare began after that.

The factory owed the workers wages, and they came to demand them.

In my panic, I lied, saying I had developed a new formula and would soon be profitable.

To stabilize them, I could only keep repeating this lie.

During that time, I suddenly realized a problem:

Since the red dancing shoes themselves possessed magic, did the bodies affected by them also possess special effects?

I tried using the chopped-off feet as raw material, adding them to the canned food.

The first person to eat it was an elderly man.

A few days later, his physical condition improved significantly, and he even looked much younger.

The results proved my guess was correct.

But there wasn't enough raw material; those tiny feet were used up quickly.

So I thought of a way:

Rent out the red dancing shoes, let more people who crave beauty, attention, and change wear them, and then recycle the parts that had been worn. ===== CHAPTER 131 =====