Chapter 147: Who is the bastard?

Su Mian's eyes widened. Wait, wait, isn't this a character setting? She struggled to turn around, but her tail was gently lifted by someone, and she didn't dare to move instantly.

"When you were peeping, it was like this, right?"

His large palm grasped the lifted tail, and together with her waist, he kneaded it in his hand.

"The tail is raised so high."

"It was clearly you who kept lifting it!"

Su Mian wanted to output a burst of anger, but her legs went weak from the kneading, and she leaned into his arms subconsciously.

"Tell me... what do you like about me?"

"The way I kill people?"

He pinched Su Mian's neck vaguely.

"The way I look after taking a shower?"

His fingers were placed on Su Mian's soft sweater, kneading it into a ball fiercely, lifting a hem to reveal her fair waist.

"Or... the way I look when I think about you XX."

?!!!!

Su Mian heard what he said belatedly, her pupils shrank slightly, and she bit her lip and lowered her head, "Bastard..."

"Oh..."

Si She's echo was very long, but it clearly carried a playful smile.

"Am I a bastard now?"

"Then what were you before? Hmm?"

"What were you when you were peeping at me? Hmm? Landlord Miss."

He became even more aggressive after hearing that sentence, his finger technique wandering skillfully, but his mouth didn't stop for a moment. Su Mian couldn't answer for a while.

Dizzied by the lightness and heaviness of her whole body, on her tail, or... on her legs, where exactly... why are his fingers so long.

"Who is the bastard? Little cat, who. is. the. bas. tard."

Su Mian shook her head, her skin turning red, every place was hot, and his touch became even hotter and more moist.

"Still not admitting it?"

"Woo..."

He hugged her waist and held her in his arms, his arm strength amazing. The girl's feet were suspended, her toes curled, her tail unconsciously wrapped around Si She's waist, and her little cat ears kept twitching.

"I... I am," she couldn't speak, covering her mouth to avoid making some strange sounds.

"What are you?"

Su Mian still couldn't say those two words. Si She sneered, making the wanton sea breeze even more violent, and finally gave peace.

"Little bastard."

Opening her eyes abruptly, she slowly propped up her body with her elbows. Her abdomen was aching, dull, and she felt uncomfortable.

She rubbed her temples and found that her period had come.

Not wanting to recall that strange dream, she rolled off the bed, her black hair messy, the collar of her pajamas large, revealing half of her shoulder.

When looking for clues a few days ago, Su Mian found the bathroom in the coffee table, so she went straight to the bedroom, tore open a sanitary napkin, and went to the toilet.

She suddenly looked up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her pupils were unfocused, and the only thing to be thankful for was that her body was warm.

That quilt was too thin for Su Mian. Her hands and feet were cold when she got up. Today, her body continued to dissipate heat, and she didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

She sighed, changed the sanitary napkin, tore off the messy bed sheet and threw it into the toilet. Only a quilt remained on the mattress.

But she no longer had the strength to think. The pain gradually increased. She curled up on the sofa, her whole body drowsy, and soon fell asleep again.

A sound came faintly from downstairs in the other building.

"If there are two or more deceased, there will be two voting opportunities. Today is the first time, and the day after tomorrow is the second vote."

Si She picked up a fresh delivery box, which contained several small bells.

"This vote is an open vote, limited to ten minutes. Whoever you think is the murderer, hang the bell on the corresponding door. Of course,"

Si She chuckled, "You can also not let people see it, hang it up when no one finds out, to avoid attracting hatred."

Open voting means you can follow the trend, step on others, or remember who voted for you, and bite back during the final vote.

But none of these are rational behaviors, and they have no effect on logical reasoning and finding the real murderer, but they test human nature.

Who said you can't kill him backhand when the bell is hung on your door?

The players looked at each other and took a small bell from the box.

Wang Xiaonan looked left and right for a while, "Where is He Sansan?"

Meng Ziqi shook his head, "I was the first to arrive, I haven't seen her, she should still be at home."

"Then what should we do? Isn't it voting now?"

Xiao Li scratched his head, Meng Ziqi looked at Qiao Yinuo, "Go and see your little sister?"

Qiao Yinuo raised her eyes in confusion, "Little sister?"

Meng Ziqi looked confused, "Yeah, I scammed you once a few days ago, you forgot so quickly?"

Qiao Yinuo lowered her head slowly again, her lips pursed a few times, seeming to want to say something but stopping, but in the end, she didn't say anything. She nodded and turned to go to the first building to find Su Mian.

She knocked on the door, "Is anyone there?"

The room was quiet, and even the sound of Peking Opera downstairs could be heard. She knocked a few more times, and there was still no movement. Just as she was about to leave, the door opened. The girl in the room was hunched over, her face pale.

"You... what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Yinuo was startled and subconsciously went to support Su Mian. Su Mian waved her hand, "I'm not feeling well, is something wrong?"

"Voting today."

"So early?"

Su Mian was a little surprised.

【Two or more instance is two votes, Mian Mian, there is another vote the day after tomorrow.】

"Okay, I know."

She responded to 4399 and was about to put on her shoes to go downstairs when her breathing stalled suddenly. She bit her lip and squatted down, her fingertips trembling as she covered her abdomen.

Qiao Yinuo stood there a little awkwardly, not knowing whether to support her or leave. Finally, she scratched her head, "Or... I'll vote for you, who do you want to vote for?"

Su Mian sighed. In the past, at this time, Qiao Yinuo would have retorted to her, saying she was a delicate little white lotus, and while saying it, she would hand Su Mian ibuprofen.

After a long silence, Su Mian nodded. She pondered for a moment.

"Help me vote for Xiao Li."

So Qiao Yinuo took out the small bell that hadn't been sent out and returned to the first building.

Since Xiao Li had no place to live, the voting location was automatically arranged at the water meter on the first floor. It was reasonable; he was originally the one who read the water meter.

But Qiao Yinuo stopped abruptly after entering the first building. Her expression suddenly became a bit sluggish, her focus wandering but not blinking.

She stepped forward, walked slowly to the second floor, and hung the two bells on her door together.

Meng Ziqi didn't vote immediately, but went to look at the diary to see if there were any updates. According to their deduction, the protagonists of the three timelines had all appeared.

High school, university, graduation work, the diary will not develop further.

But today, new content was updated.

"I gave up the streamer job. Okay, my boyfriend is right, but he thinks I'm very strange. He told me that 4-2 exists, but... hasn't the fourth floor always only had me and my mother-in-law living together?"