Chapter 144

"I'm in college, that's great, I actually got into college, but I will still come back to see you, Grandma, my parents are both dead."

"Only you have always taken care of me; although you have always been sick, I have already found a job, I am tutoring, and I believe I will be able to cure your illness soon."

Grandma, orphan, college, tutor.

This time four keywords were added, and the word "college tutor" coincided with Wang Xiaonan's identity.

Wang Xiaonan waved his hand, "This can't be me, right? I don't have this memory."

As soon as these words were spoken, Xiao Li nodded like a garlic-pounding machine, "Right, right! I said yesterday that I don't remember either; could this diary be misleading us..."

Meng Ziqi, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, "I have never seen instance clues mislead players."

As the words fell, Xiao Li also closed his mouth, feeling a bit aggrieved, "Then how does this make sense... I guess you'll have to go stay in that 4–1 tonight too."

"Like one soul, multiple roles."

The crowd looked at the girl; Su Mian explained, "Some Script Murder games will use a circular nested gameplay."

"All players play the same individual in different cycles; Xiao Li is a high school student, Wang Xiaonan is a college student; if I'm not mistaken, Dong Xuan is the owner of the diary after graduating from college."

"Everyone will experience the cycle of killing—being killed—resurrection, and in some plot fragments, scenes where dreams and reality intertwine may appear."

"Oh!!!"

Qiao Yinuo suddenly interrupted, "I sleepwalked last night."

The crowd's gazes converged, "I walked into the bedroom of the 4–2 room, and then I saw someone lying on the bed, uh... I don't know if it was a dead person or what, it felt especially hard when touched."

Su Mian looked up suddenly, "It's a wax statue."

"Also the diary owner's grandmother."

Meng Ziqi continued after Su Mian's words.

Su Mian nodded, "So the real murderer is very likely one of you three, then what is the motive for the murder? Madam Li and Du Yuekang don't have anything in common."

Everyone shook their heads; after concentrated discussion, Su Mian left the second building, intending to return to her own residence, and lowered her head to ponder while opening her mobile software.

Actually, there was another thing that puzzled her, which was what exactly was the savings used for this "Fresh Delivery"?

"Ragdoll cat."

A low, deep voice called her; Su Mian turned back. Meng Ziqi was stuffing his hands into his coat pockets; he wasn't as relaxed as when they talked alone last time. He smiled but didn't smile, his expression making Su Mian somewhat unable to fathom.

"Do you know Si Shi?"

Su Mian looked at him vigilantly, neither nodding nor shaking her head.

The two were now at the junction of the first and second buildings, and it was full of residents coming and going; if the voice were any lower, they probably wouldn't be able to hear each other.

"I have no malice." Meng Ziqi smiled, "Although you and that Dong Xuan both feel I don't look like a good person, this is just my means of survival."

He spread his hands, appearing very open, "But I warn you, it's best not to get too close to the DM, especially Si Shi."

"Mind your own business."

Su Mian frowned and was about to turn away when Meng Ziqi stepped forward, "Ragdoll cat, don't blame me for not warning you."

"You will be killed by him."

"Although my words are very unconvincing, after all, you aren't dead yet."

He turned around, stood in front of Su Mian, looked up at the heights, but still remained calm, "I encountered it once in my early years; in that game, no one survived."

"I mean," he paused, "including the NPCs."

Su Mian was stunned.

"He has been a monster that cannot control himself from beginning to end; although he has learned to disguise himself now, the essence is the same."

"Su Mian..."

Meng Ziqi gradually walked away, that sentence dissipating into the bustling crowd.

"The opposite side is always the opposite side."

Su Mian didn't know how she walked back to her room; she was a bit dazed and tired, with nothing to do, so she picked up the telescope. This time, she froze.

Qiao Yinuo said she sleepwalked and opened the bedroom door, and now, after the seal was torn off, she could actually see the bed in the bedroom.

And, that wax statue in the bedroom, she lay there quietly, although compared to the wax statues of the previous victims.

This one was even more crudely made, with rough, sallow skin and uneven makeup.

But from this position, it was truly somewhat vivid; her position was the best position to "watch" Grandma.

A bold idea arose in her mind.

This timeline seemed to have one more person; would she be the last person on the timeline?

No... no, then how to explain the things that suppress ghosts in this room? She suddenly remembered something, rushed to the bedroom, opened the wardrobe door, and her hand immediately stopped.

In the wardrobe was an unfinished wax statue; it was entirely white, just like those models displaying clothes in a shopping mall, with one hand raised high at the moment, as if it were about to push open the wardrobe door.

Su Mian stared at the wax statue for a long time, but had no ideas; she didn't know what was wrong, feeling somewhat restless, closed the wardrobe door, and sighed.

Perhaps she could only wait for the diary to update tomorrow to investigate further.

The door knocked again; it was today's fresh delivery. Su Mian opened the door, picked up the box, and was about to go downstairs, but suddenly stopped her steps. She looked up for a long time, and finally turned back to her room.

A sound of electric current suddenly popped up in her brain.

【Zzz... zzz...】

【Mian Mian!!!】

4399 shouted, and Su Mian was somewhat pleasantly surprised, "Why did you only come now?"

【Uh... I went to ask for help with some things, and then Mian Mian, I want to tell you beep—】

The moment the sound was censored, 4399 froze, and Su Mian froze too.

【It's just beep—!!!】

【And then that beep—!!!】

Su Mian: "..."

"You stop first, my ears are going to explode."

Su Mian rubbed her ears and placed the delivery box on the stove.

"I ask, you answer."

【Okay!】

"Is it about the fresh delivery?"

4399 excitedly answered yes, almost shedding electronic tears in its excitement; it's powerful, its host is too powerful!!!

"Is it about the continuance and vegetable coins?"

【Yes!!!】

"Will they lead to the death of the players?"

4399 paused, 【No.】

"But it's best not to use them, is that what you mean?"

【Yes!】

4399 set off small fireworks in its brain, but then became worried again; it seemed that knowing wouldn't be of any use, because... the players couldn't stop it from happening.

It immediately became dejected again, with a pile of data still placed around its consciousness body, all of which it had organized after staying up for several big nights.

The possible way to clear the level, but now it couldn't tell Mian Mian; it was exhausted, lost its voice again, and silently picked up paper to wipe its tears.

The road is hard!!!!!

Hmm, it seems that's how it's used.

It confirmed the poem and continued to wail, "Many divergent roads, where are they now!!!"