There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

"Boom!"

While Yueshu was observing the blind girl, the door to the archive room burst open, and then the female reporter threw out a marble!

After tossing the marble, she immediately closed the door of the archive room and, with a guilty conscience, leaned against the door panel, turning her head to look at the blind girl who was groping her way towards her.

So now you're pretending to be blind again?

The female reporter, with an indescribable expression, watched the girl stumble over with the help of her white cane, and couldn't help but complain, "Hey, take it easy!"

Xu Shuo paused in his movements, "..."

He looked up somberly, but the reporter turned serious in a second, sternly holding up a finger to her lips to signal silence, then listened intently to the noises outside the door.

Footsteps of someone running echoed down the hallway.

It sounded like small leather shoes on the floor, the crisp sound of footsteps extraordinarily clear in the deadly silence of the Qiming Building, the noise starting from the right side, getting closer, then running to the end of the corridor on the left before turning back.

However, the sound of the footsteps returning suddenly stopped, and then, they doubled back again.

Eventually, the footsteps halted right outside the front door to the archive room.

A heavy sense of oppression loomed.

Behind the door, the female reporter held her breath.

She looked at the blind girl standing in front of her, seeing that her face remained calm with no sense of urgency.

Those empty, soulless black eyes should have been frightening, but at that moment, they gave her a great sense of security!

I've got a heavyweight on my side here!

Thus, the female reporter regained some of her confidence, but she still leaned against the door without moving, until she felt her back beginning to feel somewhat damp.

The blind girl's lips curved upward slightly as she looked at her, as if seeing something amusing.

The reporter suddenly stepped away from the door panel, turned her head in horror, and saw a thick, black substance oozing out of the door panel; her clothes and hair had already been smeared with a good deal of it.

"Damn!"

She cursed under her breath and frantically rubbed her ponytail with her gloved hand, but the sticky substance clinging to her hair was difficult to get rid of.

So, she decisively pulled out a dagger and chopped off her hair.

It seemed fate had again intervened, and in this scenario, her hair had become a jagged, ear-length bob.

But she couldn't take off her coat.

The female reporter felt the clammy stickiness as if it had soaked into the fabric and then continued to climb onto her T-shirt, barely touching her skin.

The reporter shivered.

She tentatively looked at the blind girl standing in front of her.

Xu Shuo had a smile full of implications as he gestured towards the door outside.

The female reporter hesitated.

Xu Shuo waved his hand to hurry her along.

The female reporter continued to hesitate.

"If you don't continue with the rules after breaking them, do you know what happens?" Xu Shuo said softly.

"What?" the reporter asked softly.

"What do you think, what did you experience in David's rules?"

"..."

The female reporter thought about it; she hadn't rolled the dice for a long time, and then she felt very cold, from the cold of winter to the Antarctic Circle, and then to the desolate deathly cold.

But...

The reporter, gritting her teeth, asked, "Aren't there any extra rules related to this rule?"

The rules for the Black and White Dice were posted on the wall next to the staircase, the rules for the archive room were on a desk by the door, and the rules for the Qiming Orphanage staff were outright placed on the uniform.

All in all, they were placed in prominent positions where outsiders who broke the rules could see them immediately.

So, what about the rule for this corridor?

Is there any way to avoid this?

The female journalist looked expectantly at the blind girl, yet all she got was the latter spreading her hands, showing an expression of helplessness.

Xu Shuo said with a smile, "After breaking rule number fifteen of the Qiming Orphanage, there are only two solutions, one, fulfill her wish, two, kill her outright."

So rounding up, there's actually no solution.

The journalist's eyes immediately lost their luster.

Then, she felt something sticky on her palm; by the time she realized what was happening, she had unknowingly placed her hand on the doorknob, about to turn it and open the door.

The darkness on the doorknob seeped through her gloves and touched her skin.

The journalist snapped back to her senses with a jolt.

She also understood that she couldn't delay any longer because the invisible contamination had already begun to affect her consciousness.

The journalist clenched her teeth and twisted the doorknob open!

She had thought she would be faced with something bizarre.

However, there was nothing outside the door.

Although the footsteps had definitely stopped right outside the door, there was no one there, no objects; the cold moonlight shone on the corridor, bringing an eerie silence.

The journalist peeked her head out and looked left and right before stepping cautiously out the door.

After she stepped out, she noticed that the Dark Matter on her gloves and the back of her coat had disappeared.

As for what she had just seen, it all seemed to have been an illusion.

Of course, her hair had also been cut.

Standing in the empty corridor, she suddenly felt a strange emptiness; deathly still, cold, the vast world seemed to exist only for her.

"Hee hee…"

"Haha~"

Suddenly, the sound of clear, bell-like laughter echoed around her.

The journalist came out of her daze and looked around bewilderedly, but the laughter of the girls seemed to come from all directions, or more accurately, directly from her own mind.

Out of the scorch marks on the floor, a pool of black substance spread, and then, the black rose and condensed into a cute little girl.

The girl was around ten years old, with her hair tied into a high ponytail, and her pitch-black sclera surrounded a pair of deep blue pupils, like the ocean's abyss.

One could tell from the photos on the orphanage children's files that she must be Lily.

Maybe she was also the mystery behind rule number fifteen.

Lily stood with her hands behind her back and cocked her head, asking, "Sister, were you the one playing with fire just now?"

The journalist stared blankly at her, mouth slightly open, about to simply confess, but when the words reached her lips, she subconsciously changed her story, "It wasn't me." Stay updated through My Virtual Library Empire

As her words fell, the color in Lily's pupils dimmed slightly.

The girl's smile turned odd, taking on a dangerously threatening tone, "Is that so? How strange, my servant said it saw you playing with fire here."

"Servant?"

The journalist paused, instinctively turning her head to the side only to come face-to-face with a faceless monster.

This monster was shrouded in black with a very long and thin body, arms hanging at the sides with sharp, long claws. It was so tall it reached the ceiling, so it had to stoop and bend its body.

It had a small, narrow head, with the places where the features should be sunken in and black; there were no mouth, nose, or eyes.

It seemed as if its face was covered by a thin membrane.

The monster and the journalist were extremely close, merely ten centimeters apart, as if they were locked in a gaze.

The overwhelming stench of decay and the chilly aura coming from it finally snapped the bewildered journalist fully back to reality, but her body had already stiffened, completely unable to move, not even able to tremble instinctively.

The journalist silently held her breath.

Her face was expressionless as if indifferent, but in reality, she was screaming frantically inside—

God damn it, what the hell is the crazy director doing now, why aren't you coming out yet, damn it, damn it!!

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