Chapter 45: Farewell

"Who did you give your phone to?"

She had to ensure Su Tang hadn't given the phone to anyone else. The phone could suddenly be connected today; it was either negligence, or... she was deliberately framing someone else.

If other people's phones rang when she made the call tomorrow, Su Tang could take the opportunity to escape and cast all the votes to the "scapegoat."

Su Tang suddenly laughed. She knew that if she didn't tell her, she would die, but if she told her, she would also be voted out.

Su Tang glared fiercely at Su Mian. "Qingci, I can't be resurrected if I die by voting, but if I die in the game, I don't believe you'll meet this DM next time."

Saying this, she stabbed herself with the knife. "Let's wait and see."

Blood sprayed in the corridor. Su Tang gasped her last breath and fell straight backward. Su Mian was somewhat surprised. She took two steps back, suddenly not understanding the situation.

【Detectives killed in the game can be resurrected with points, as long as it's not by voting out.】

4399 explained to her.

【Thirty thousand points for one resurrection. For most ordinary detectives, it's as difficult as ascending to heaven. If you lose the game after resurrection, it's equivalent to a second death, and there's no chance of resurrection again.】

【So even if many detectives have one hundred thousand points, they will wait until they are completely exposed before committing suicide.】

During the conversation, Su Tang's body dissipated, and the script fell to the ground. Su Mian stepped forward to read it.

She was indeed the murderer. Su Mian's reasoning for everything was correct. Yang Xuan was a lunatic who wanted to split Su Tang in half after installing a heart for her.

It could be said that he was a genius with a high IQ, but his psychology wasn't very normal.

She took a deep breath, and after digesting everything, she returned to the dormitory with the instance, only to find that the DM behind her hadn't left.

She was stunned for a moment, looking up in confusion.

"Director Xiao Ci, the daily inquiry hasn't been conducted today."

The evening breeze blew the curtains gently, the fog dissipated, and the night sky revealed star-like halos.

It was the last time, the last inquiry. During the period of playing the role of Qingci, this psychiatric patient had saved her again and again.

Now, she was going to say goodbye to this role.

Su Mian couldn't describe her mood, a joy of being able to return to reality, but also carrying a faint withdrawal reaction.

"Are you happy today?"

"Not happy."

Su Mian paused. "The reason?"

The DM stared at her without answering. It took a long time before he spoke. "No reason."

"How is your appetite?"

"Not good."

"Do you feel tired?"

"Hmm."

Su Mian raised her eyes. At that moment, she felt that Wen Cisheng had an inexplicable emotion, and it was caused by her. Su Mian looked away, her heartbeat a bit fast.

"Did you kill anyone today?"

"Killed."

"Who?"

"The person called 'Qingci'."

Su Mian was stunned.

Wen Cisheng smiled, the smile extremely faint.

"She should leave."

She couldn't speak for a while, a subtle sense of farewell, like the tail of a song someone missed.

Soft, blurry, but lingering in the night for a long time.

––

Early in the morning, everyone was transported to the first-floor lobby. Su Mian had just woken up and was still yawning.

Si Shi came from the fog-filled gate, and a white light from the sky hit down, turning the space into a solemn arbitration sanctuary in a few breaths.

"Passing through the fog of lies, penetrating the curtain of blood, glimpsing the truth in heavy tricks."

"I announce in the name of the adjudicator."

The arbitration hammer fell.

Dong—

"Detective side, victory."

That slender figure's suit tails rose with the wind. He put one hand on his waist, snapped his fingers, and disappeared into the void instantly.

【Ding-dong—The murderer committed suicide, the game is over. Congratulations to the detective for clearing the instance "The Second Heart," points plus 3000, will be transported back to the main world in one hour.】

Her sleepiness dissipated and she gradually became clear-headed, only then discovering that she hadn't paid attention to the meaning of the instance name from the beginning to the end; it had been hinting at them all along.

But it was unnecessary to say these things now.

Her shoulder was patted; it was Chen Mo. She looked more energetic than the past few days, probably the joy after clearing the instance.

"Your credit?"

Su Mian nodded, not pushing it away. "She committed suicide."

Chen Mo understood, then spoke angrily. "I really think we should set a credit score for players, otherwise some people will lie down and win, and even after the game is over, they're still crying for the murderer."

Su Mian couldn't help laughing. She knew Chen Mo was being sarcastic about Zhou Ruochuan.

"Do you have a code name?"

Chen Mo asked. Su Mian shook her head in confusion. "Code name?"

"It's using things in daily life to replace your own name, so that we can call each other this way when we meet in the future, but it won't violate the persona."

Chen Mo explained. She looked at Su Mian, the light waves flowing. "Since you don't have one, I'll help you think of one."

"How about Ragdoll Cat?"

"Ragdoll Cat?"

Su Mian blinked, not understanding how Chen Mo associated this term, but it was just a code name, so she agreed.

"What about you?"

"You can call me Jingzhe."

"Okay."

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–The review of this game is unfolded from Su Tang's perspective

You are called Su Tang, a student of the Nursing major at Fushan University.

Three years ago, when you barely got into this top medical university in the country with the lowest score line, you never thought you would walk to this step.

Your roommate is called Qingci, a Psychology major, and she studies very well. Su Tang envies her, and is also very jealous.

You still remember those painful nights during finals week, when she was easily analyzing complex psychological cases, while you were struggling with the most basic nursing principles.

Sure enough, she soon got an internship certificate from Capital University.

That kind of jealousy wrapped around your heart like a poisonous snake.

Why can someone get what you can't reach even if you try your best so easily?

Until you met Yang Xuan.

That top academic elite of the same grade.

Smart, clean, gentle, carrying the light of a young genius.

Everyone says he is the myth of the Medical School of Fushan University: winning awards until his hands are soft, and his research results make even his mentors marvel.

You saw him for the first time in the corridor outside the laboratory building. He helped you pick up the dropped medical record folder and smiled at you.

At that moment, you secretly made up your mind that you must get him.

So you started to approach him carefully.

Helping him get experimental reports, pretending to meet by chance in the study room, deliberately sitting opposite him in the library, you spent all your energy and finally chased this man who was almost inhuman.

You know, this is your shortcut to entering the Capital Hospital.

He did indeed give you everything.

"Tangtang, as long as you work a little harder, I will definitely get you into the Capital Hospital."

Yang Xuan stroked your hair gently, but you saw a flash of madness in his eyes.

Yes, he is a bit strange.

Sometimes gentle and considerate, sometimes irritable, his relative Zhou Ruochuan said this is a common problem of geniuses.

You believed it. For that dream job opportunity, you endured all the discomfort.

He became more and more clingy to you, saying some creepy love words: "If only there were two Tangtangs in the world."

"I want to see you more, but it's not enough, not enough at all."

You didn't dare to think deeply about what "not enough" meant.

After graduation, you entered the Capital Hospital as you wished. Although you were just a front-desk nurse, you were already satisfied.

Until you found that Yang Xuan was often with the pediatric doctor Chen Mo on the sixth floor.

"That's Yang Qi, my boyfriend," Chen Mo explained with a smile. "You recognized the wrong person."

Yang Qi? Perhaps she really recognized the wrong person.

After Yang Xuan entered the hospital, he had been doing the most cutting-edge heart research, but his behavior became increasingly strange.

Soaking in the dissection room every day, he also raised a few starfish, but he always saw those starfish with broken hands and feet, and Yang Xuan didn't care.

Once, when sending materials for a psychology class, she suddenly found Yang Xuan's medical file, which gave her a huge fright.

Yang Xuan had personality split disorder.

She summoned the courage to follow Chen Mo and found that Chen Mo's boyfriend was Yang Xuan. Where did Yang Qi come from?

Or... Yang Qi was another personality of his. You shuddered, couldn't sleep well all day and night, and decided not to think about him.

When you were on duty tonight, the 21st floor tripped again.

The head nurse joked: "Your boyfriend tripped the dissection room again."

"If it weren't for him being a talent, he would have been fired long ago."

Don't tie her and Yang Xuan together, she doesn't want to know! So annoying, why so annoying!

For a time, anger rose from her heart. You called Yang Xuan and questioned him why he was stepping on two boats, and why he didn't tell her even if he was sick.

Yang Xuan didn't speak, only letting you go to the dissection room. She hung up the phone and went quietly when no one was paying attention.

There was an unpleasant smell in the dissection room. You covered your mouth, wanting to break up with him, but Yang Xuan turned around with a smile, saying it didn't matter, Tangtang, we can finally be together.

The human structure on the projector was marked with two hearts, one on the left chest and one on the right chest, looking at the bloody, still-beating thing he held in his hand.

He loves you.

But the other "he" also loves you.

That kind of love is a love that wants to split you in half.

You were shocked, screaming and wanting to run away, but found the door wouldn't open.

You cried and begged him not to, propped up a smile to kiss him, and in the moment he was stunned, you grabbed the knife in his hand and stabbed it randomly into your chest.

Blood sprayed on your face.

You didn't even have time to cry.

You dragged him to the top floor, wanting to create the illusion of suicide.

But the knife wound wasn't fatal, and he woke up.

He was still alive.

It was already too late when discovered. He didn't know who he dialed, you grabbed it and hung up, threw it into a flower pot with all your strength, and pushed him towards the edge of the rooftop with all your might.

When you returned to the front desk, your fingers were still trembling.

The sound of the ambulance siren came from far to near, and the discussion of colleagues made your heart beat fast.

There was a new message in the memo.

>Baby, you killed Yang Xuan, great, we are finally together.

—Yang Qi

Your breathing stopped.

Turns out you didn't escape.

Turns out, that "love" never died.

And now,

He is in your body. ===== CHAPTER 46 =====