Chapter 172: Person in the Mirror

"So Feng Liping was the one burning paper money. Did the murderer's grandfather die, and does it have anything to do with Feng Liping? Could it be that the grandfather's ghost is still in the residence?"

Hearing Tiffany say this, Meng Yaya and Qiao Yinuo hugged each other and curled up. Oh my god, don't let anything crawl out from somewhere to scare them.

Su Mian suddenly spoke at this moment. "The murderer's grandfather should have died long ago, otherwise the funeral would still be held here, otherwise the 'seventh day' wouldn't make sense."

Tiffany nodded. "You're right."

Su Mian blinked, suddenly unable to continue. These two people looked at her with admiration as soon as she spoke, saying "right, right, right" to everything, which always gave Su Mian a feeling of winning unfairly.

"So the grandfather's soul should have been sent away long ago. Could the blood handprints on the window have been left by the murderer to scare Feng Liping away?"

She deliberately minimized the importance of the letter paper, instead shifting everyone's focus to the window, because once everyone suspected that the blood handprints were related to the murderer, then they would be far off.

Sun Er: "Makes sense."

Sun Jiu: "Compare it."

So everyone stepped forward to compare. Su Mian's hand was a circle smaller than the blood handprint. After all, this was her younger brother's hand, not hers.

As for whether anyone would match this blood handprint, it all depended on luck.

The motorcycle pick-up time had arrived. There were still a few rooms that hadn't been seen, but there was no rush. Plus, each residence still had tasks for today that hadn't been completed, so they headed back.

As soon as they returned to the courtyard, Mao Ning ran over, hugged Su Mian, and she had just washed her hair, emitting the scent of oats.

"Sister-in-law, you look so beautiful today."

Su Mian stroked her head, held Mao Ning's hand, and returned to the Mao residence. Mao Ning looked up, opening a pair of watery eyes. "The power in the house is out today."

Su Mian paused. "Is that so."

【Ding-dong – Today's residential task has been released. Please pay attention to receiving it.】

"I'm so scared, I don't dare to go in."

She shrank her head, looking at the pitch-black main entrance and blinking, seeming really scared.

"Sister-in-law, I won't go in. Help brother find three things that can glow on the three floors and light them up, and the house will be bright again."

"Okay." Su Mian nodded and let go of Mao Ning's hand, walking into the darkness.

Just as she stepped in, the door closed by itself. It was truly impossible to see anything.

The curtains were all drawn, airtight, without any light, simply difficult to move an inch.

Su Mian could only grope along the wall and walk along the edge. She had lived in the residence for a day, so she remembered the general path, but where would these three glowing things be?

She wandered around the kitchen along the wall. Except for a floor of pumpkins, winter melons, and cabbage, there was nothing else.

The living room was even cleaner than the previous days. She groped forward and suddenly touched a cold, rectangular object, her eyes lighting up instantly.

It was a TV. If the TV could be turned on, would it be a glowing thing?

So she groped along the edge of the TV and touched a switch. The TV turned into a static screen, making a *buzzing* sound.

Su Mian took two steps back, and the system's prompt sound rang out.

【Congratulations, Host, the first-floor lights have been lit. Please head to the second floor.】

Su Mian was about to leave, but the static screen was suddenly cut off. A person's silhouette gradually formed on the screen and then became clear.

Two hands suddenly stretched out from the TV and grabbed the frame.

The lowered head stretched out, and only a head of black hair could be seen. She screamed and yelled, attempting to scare Su Mian away.

The girl, however, didn't move at all. She raised her eyebrows, hooked a strand of the little ghost's hair, and the ghost immediately froze.

"Mao Ning?"

Ghost: "... You recognized the wrong person."

Su Mian, however, talked to herself. "Well, also, other ghosts don't have a body as small as yours, able to drill into the TV."

She curved her eyes. "Also, don't wash your hair next time before pretending to be a ghost."

As soon as Mao Ning drilled out, the scent of oats drifted into her nose.

Mao Ning hung her head, parted her hair, and looked frustrated. "Sister-in-law, hurry up and go up..."

Su Mian chuckled, hugged her out, and went upstairs.

Besides Su Mian's bedroom, there was a laundry room on the second floor. The balcony was sealed, not letting a single ray of light shine in.

There was another room at the very end, but the door was locked and couldn't be opened. She pressed her ear to the door, but there was no sound inside, so she headed to the laundry room.

On the left was an old-fashioned washing machine, and on the right was an arched mirror. Su Mian reached out and pulled the rope hanging from the top, and the circle around the mirror lit up instantly.

【Congratulations, Host, the second-floor lights have been lit. Please head to the third floor.】

Su Mian didn't leave immediately. She bet that something would definitely come out of the mirror, so she stood in place and waited for a while.

Sure enough, a person's silhouette appeared in the mirror, but what surprised her was that this silhouette was herself.

Su Mian's pupils shrank, looking at herself in the mirror wearing a red wedding dress, the phoenix embroidered with gold thread on the cuffs fluttering as if to fly, wearing a pearl crown and a cape, which should have been a joyful appearance.

But on that face in the mirror that was exactly the same as hers, there were tear stains.

The tears diluted the faint rouge on her cheeks, leaving behind a sorry and damp trace.

She was crying silently, only her shoulders were slightly heaving, the tip of her nose was red, and her eye sockets were full of precarious tears, like a little cat that had been drenched by the rain, homeless and at a loss.

Su Mian subconsciously tilted her body, her pupils gradually unfocused, and her fingers wanted to touch the cheek of the person in the mirror to wipe away her tears.

But unexpectedly, the "herself" in the mirror suddenly raised her head, her hair ornaments clinking, and reached out to grab Su Mian's wrist.

Su Mian's breathing stagnated, and she couldn't stand firm from this force.

Her hand supported the countertop, and that force was still pulling her inside, attempting to drag her into the mirror.

"Stay, okay... you stay."

Su Mian's hair stood on end, and her other hand grabbed her wrist, attempting to separate.

But the strength was astonishing; there was no way to separate.

In a hurry, she could only find another way. She broke out in a cold sweat, staring at herself in the mirror who was still crying pear blossoms in the rain.

"Why do you want me to stay?"

The one in the mirror had her attention diverted, and the force indeed loosened a bit.

She smiled very sweetly and naturally, completely unlike what Su Mian could do.

She knew she was a "paralytic face" and wouldn't smile like this, but the "herself" in the mirror was very natural when making this facial expression, making that wedding dress look a bit more festive.

"If you stay, you will be very happy. You will have endless money, endless clothes, no need to play scary games anymore, and live a life of being fed and clothed by others."

"You want to let as many people play script murder with you as you want, you won't get sick again, and you have your lover by your side. Don't you like this kind of life?" ===== CHAPTER 173 =====

"You want as many people as possible to play the Script Murder Game with you, so you let them play, and they won't get sick anymore, and you have your lover by your side—don't you like days like these?"