Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Evening came quickly, and everyone simply put the cards they had found on the table. There were four cards, and while they could understand them individually, some were still hard to decipher. They then discussed them together.

In the end, everyone chose one person to check their identity, and unsurprisingly, Zhou Zhou was chosen. His identity was not that of a liar.

He sighed, seemingly helplessly: "Brothers and sisters, I'm telling you the truth. But I do have some doubts about lawyer Qin Anbo. He also said that the villa owner wanted to contact him before he died. So, while he seems to be the least suspicious, he's not entirely without suspicion."

"You little brat, you've actually dragged me into this." Qin Anbo raised an eyebrow, then looked at Pan Yang: "But the doctor could also be lying. You yourself said that the one who seemed to be the least suspicious."

“But the doctor and the villa owner are friends, so he has no reason to lie or kill anyone,” Ji Yan said calmly. “However, An Qi also has her reasons. Their two families have a history of conflict, with old grudges over family property and such…”

“Our family isn’t short of money. Even if we wanted to kill him, there was no need to hold back until now.” Anqi frowned.

After discussing it for a while, everyone decided to talk about it tomorrow.

"Something terrible has happened! Ji Yan has been killed by the person who spoke!" Song Xiaoxiao's voice rang out.

When everyone arrived at Ji Yan's room, they saw that Ji Yan was wearing a hair clip with a ghost image on it. He shrugged helplessly, as he couldn't speak since he was a ghost.

The group had no choice but to search for evidence again, and they did find a photo of the doctor and the villa owner, who looked to be on very good terms.

Angie found another card; it was an envelope from Zhou Zhou and his lawyer, and the contents were roughly about who the will was.

But Zhou Zhou wasn't a liar, and everything became confusing again. Qin Anbo's words...

The vote was held again that evening, and everyone voted for Qin Anbo. Then, Qin Anbo's movements proved he wasn't a liar, which completely confused everyone.

Ji Yan is dead, and Zhou Zhou and Qin Anbo are not liars, so that leaves only Huan Yang, An Qi, and Song Xiaoxiao.

Finally, everyone returned to their room, but Pan Yang heard a knock on the door. When he opened it, he saw An Qi. An Qi looked around and took out a card from her pocket.

“This is what I found in Song Xiaoxiao’s room. It says that the villa owner has been in contact with her, and I also found a card that seems to have your information on it, so I suspect Song Xiaoxiao…”

The next morning, Fan Yang was murdered.

Now there are only four people left. Anqi and Song Xiaoxiao have to choose one. Pan Yang didn't wear the ghost hair clip and sat down with Ji Yan.

Ji Yan couldn't help but laugh: "Brother, you're just as miserable as I am."

“I’m proud,” Pan Yang said calmly.

"Alright, alright, ghosts have no right to speak," Qin Anbo said.

Anqi quietly raised her hand: "I met with Pan Yang last night, but I told him that I had some doubts about Song Xiaoxiao, and then the doctor passed away."

After some discussion, everyone voted for Song Xiaoxiao, but when her identity was revealed, she was not a liar.

Now she was truly bewildered. Anqi frowned even more, wondering what was going on. If this continued, everyone would suspect her.

Then another day passed in a daze, and another night passed, and Qin Anbo passed away.

Song Xiaoxiao took a deep breath: "Three of the six people have already died, so Zhou Zhou and I are not liars, it can only be you and An Qi."

Unsurprisingly, both of them voted for Anqi. However, Anqi was not the liar, which left Song Xiaoxiao completely bewildered, and Anqi was even more confused.

If none of the three of them are liars, then it must be the deceased. But wait a minute: "Director, can a liar fake their death?"

The director paused for a few seconds: "Yes, and doctors can distinguish between apparent death and apparent death."

They gasped. Now, the only ones whose identities were unknown were Pan Yang and Qin Anbo. But Qin Anbo died under mysterious circumstances, and Pan Yang had died before Qin Anbo.

Around midnight, Pan Yang slowly got out of bed, glanced at the camera, his face expressionless and his eyes devoid of any emotion, and then walked out of the room.

The next day, Angie passed away.

Now Song Xiaoxiao and Zhou Zhou only have one chance: to find the person who is faking their death among a group of dead people.

Song Xiaoxiao took a deep breath: "I choose that the doctor is faking his death."

Zhou Zhou frowned, somewhat puzzled: "Why?"

"You'll be finished if you believe me!"

"Okay then, I'll apply to be a doctor too!"

"Now, let's announce the results: the liar is—the doctor."

Anqi immediately clapped her hands: "Xiaoxiao is the smartest woman! But Panyang, you faked your death right away and fooled me."

Ji Yan: "Well, why does it feel like my death is completely pointless?"

Afterwards, everyone went over the plot, which was roughly the story of the doctor and the villa owner that they had to tell. Anyway, it was as melodramatic as it could get. After the show ended, Pan Yang went home.

When he got home, he saw Zhou Yang sitting on the sofa. Zhou Yang looked over almost reflexively when he heard the door open, and immediately stood up after seeing Pan Yang: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Why didn't you come to me?" Pan Yang was a little surprised, because this person had come to find him without saying a word before.

“People will talk about you.” Zhou Yang’s voice sounded a little aggrieved. When he went to the film set before, people talked about Pan Yang. He didn’t want Pan Yang to be talked about by others, so he walked to Pan Yang’s side and pulled him to sit down on the sofa.

"Will you stay by my side and stay with me forever?" Zhou Yang's voice was deep and seductive.

“Zhou Yang.” Pan Yang glanced at Zhou Yang. Zhou Yang almost looked up at him, and Pan Yang saw the emotions still lingering in his eyes. His voice was very calm: “Remember that you are mine, so I will not abandon you.”

"You abandoned me."

"what?"

“You abandoned me.” Zhou Yang lowered his eyes, avoiding looking at Fan Yang, and his whole demeanor became more somber.

Now Pan Yang was genuinely puzzled; he truly didn't know when he had abandoned Zhou Yang: "Tell me."

"..." Zhou Yang fell silent, and the atmosphere around him seemed to become even more oppressive. Pan Yang frowned. He could feel Zhou Yang's hands trembling. What was Zhou Yang thinking about? What was he afraid of?

Pan Yang simply lifted Zhou Yang's chin, and in that instant their eyes met. The emotions in Zhou Yang's eyes were laid bare, the love within them deep and suppressed, as if it were about to overwhelm and devour Pan Yang, yet this love was tinged with sadness.

“Many times, you didn’t like me.” Zhou Yang opened his mouth, his voice trembling. There were many dreams, and several times Huan Yang didn’t like him. There were even some strange dreams where he had only a vague consciousness inside the cold glass dome, and Huan Yang seemed to have forgotten him. He was almost unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.