Chapter 99

"Be alone for a while? Need to hide in this kind of ghost place?"

Chang Anning sneered, "You really are the murderer, Liang Chuchu's death has something to do with you, right!"

"I'm not the murderer!" Shen Jiarui screamed.

The fear, anxiety, guilt, and despair of the past few days completely erupted at this moment.

"What right do you have to suspect me? Just because I'm cowardly and inferior, do you think I'm easy to bully?!"

Her chest heaved violently, and tears gushed out uncontrollably: "Do you know how I spent these past few days? I have nightmares every night, dreaming of the doll coming to claim my life!"

"I secretly went to the cafeteria kitchen to pick up animal bones, went to the garbage dump to rummage for rotten things... just to feed this damn doll, I'm afraid of it, I hate it, but I'm even more afraid of death!"

Chang Anning was stunned; she didn't expect Shen Jiarui to say such things.

"What crazy talk are you saying..."

"Crazy talk?" Shen Jiarui smiled miserably, her smile distorted, chilling.

"Yes, I'm crazy! Driven crazy by you! Driven crazy by this ghost place!"

She suddenly took out the doll from her arms and threw it hard on the ground.

The doll's face was facing up, and those glass bead eyes looked at the sky hollowly.

"See? This is my doll, I made a wish with it."

"I want to know who the murderer who killed Liang Chuchu is, so I can easily complete this game and won't hold you back."

"Then it told me! It told me clearly!"

Shen Jiarui's eyes became crazy; she pointed at Chang Anning, then pointed to the void, incoherent.

"But I can't say it, I dare not say it, this doll gives me dreams every day, saying that if I don't find 'nourishment' for it."

"It will kill me, I won't even live to the day of voting!"

She suddenly laughed, her laughter full of despair: "Do you know what 'nourishment' is? Not leftovers, not garbage, it's things from living people."

"Hair, nails, blood... how much have I secretly collected? I can't even remember it myself, but I'm still afraid, I'm afraid it's not satisfied, I'm afraid it will really kill me!"

"Enough." Chang Anning forced herself to calm down.

"Who do you say the murderer is? Just say it."

Shen Jiarui's smile froze on her face.

"You really want to know?"

"Say it."

"The murderer is Chi Luoyi."

The woods were dead silent, with only dead leaves falling and the wind whistling past.

Chang Anning was stunned for a full five seconds, then burst into a harsh laugh.

"Haha... hahaha... Shen Jiarui, you really are crazy."

She took a step forward, her tone full of mockery: "Do you know that Yi Junxi has personally confirmed everything Chi Luoyi said, and you, what do you have to prove that your 'doll' is telling the truth? Can you believe the words of an evil spirit?"

She paused, a look like showing off appearing on her face.

"Besides, I've already asked Zhou Ye, the DM personally told me that the murderer is you! Zhou Ye is the referee of this game, can his words be fake?"

Shen Jiarui stared at her, suddenly understanding something.

Her expression turned from anger to a sad, pitiful mockery.

"You believe him?"

"Why not believe him?" Chang Anning raised her chin.

"He is the DM, he holds all the information about this game, and..."

Her voice softened unconsciously, "He is very special to me, others say the DM is scary, but he is kind to me and patiently answers my questions, what does this explain?"

"It explains that my reasoning is correct, superiors always appreciate smart people more."

Shen Jiarui listened to these words, only feeling a chill rushing from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

She looked at Chang Anning's face full of confidence and superiority, suddenly feeling that this woman was pathetic and ridiculous.

Bewitched by the DM's appearance? Fooled around by a few ambiguous words? Even developed the illusion that "she is very special"?

"You really are..." Shen Jiarui took a deep breath, "hopelessly stupid."

"What did you say?!"

"I said you're stupid!" Shen Jiarui suddenly raised her volume, all the fear turning into a raging flame at this moment.

"You believe whatever Zhou Ye says? Why don't you think about why he would tell you? Why would he tell you?!"

She pulled a fruit knife out of her school uniform sleeve; it was something she stole from the cafeteria.

Chang Anning gasped and retreated repeatedly: "You, what are you going to do?!"

Her eyes were blood red, and the string of reason completely snapped.

"Since you believe Zhou Ye so much, since you want to be a hero so much... then be nourishment for my doll! Use your blood, your flesh, to feed it, so I can live!"

"Shen Jiarui! Stop!"

A figure rushed out from the depths of the woods and grabbed Shen Jiarui's wrist tightly before the blade fell.

It was Jingzhe.

She had clearly been listening here for a long time, her face pale, and her eyes swept across the two with complex expressions.

"Let go of me!" Shen Jiarui struggled, tears gushing out again.

"Let me kill her! If I kill her, I can live, the doll promised me! As long as there is one more nourishment..."

"Wake up!" Jingzhe snatched the knife away with force and threw it far away.

Shen Jiarui slumped on the ground, covering her face and crying bitterly.

All the pressure, all the fear, all the grievances poured out at this moment.

"Then what should I do... what should I do..." she sobbed and said.

"The doll urges me every day, saying that if I don't find nourishment for it, it will kill me, I know who the murderer is, but I dare not say it... I will die if I say it..."

Jingzhe squatted down, but her gaze looked at the ugly doll on the ground.

"The murderer you mentioned... is Chi Luoyi?"

Shen Jiarui nodded, crying out of breath: "It's her... the doll told me..."

Chang Anning sneered on the side: "Nonsense."

Jingzhe ignored her.

She was silent for a long time, so long that Shen Jiarui's crying gradually subsided, leaving only suppressed sobs.

Finally, she just stood up, patted the mud on her knees, and said to Chang Anning to leave quickly.

In fact, up to now, she had only deduced the murderer's modus operandi.

Using Takana to lure Liang Chuchu into the secret room, with candles on the windowsill, clearly knowing that Liang Chuchu had the habit of worshipping ghosts and gods in the middle of the night.

When the candle was lit, the flame happened to burn the cotton thread coated with white phosphorus, causing the blinds to slide down rapidly, startling the device hidden at the top.

And the murderer happened to be a very meticulous person; she knew the precise distance Liang Chuchu was from the altar when kneeling, and happened to be able to quickly strangle her neck when the white silk rose, killing her with one blow.

And the power outage made her unable to see the white silk under her feet.

Finally creating the illusion of suicide.

It can only be said that the person who committed the crime was a genius, designed flawlessly.

Without the blessing of the script, Jingzhe only had the candidate of the ragdoll cat in her heart.

After listening to the eavesdropping just now, she confirmed her thoughts even more, but then what?