Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Liang Zaibing endured Sheng Jingyu's murderous gaze and hid in their bedroom until dawn.

It's better to have three people than one; at least someone can distract him if he encounters a ghost.

Hmm... it seems more likely that he's the one who incited hatred for others.

As soon as I came out of the bedroom, I ran into Song Yinghao and Li Xian. Yun Jie was not there.

Song Ying chuckled meaningfully, "It seems you two get along quite well."

“That’s none of Sister Song’s concern,” Liang Zaibing changed the subject. “I think you should be more worried about your boyfriend’s safety.”

"I'm so sad about Yun Jie's disappearance." Song Yinghao frowned and clutched her chest, looking like a sickly beauty. "Instead of comforting me, you're just poking at my wounds."

Liang Zaibing was startled by Song Yinghao's sudden outburst of acting and instinctively backed away.

Jiang Qingjian stood in front of him and carefully asked Song Yinghao, "What happened where you were last night?"

Song Yinghao brushed aside the stray hairs hanging in front of her, her expression still somewhat sorrowful. "Around midnight, Yun Jie suddenly disappeared, and a moving wax figure appeared in his place. It should be the owner of that diary."

Li Xuan picked up where she left off, "My first reaction was to use a cursed object to deal with the wax figure, but the wax figure shattered instantly and then stopped moving."

Recalling the autopsy results from last night, Liang Zaibing pressed further, "Is there anything unusual or any obvious fatal wound on the wax figure?"

"Well, the situation was chaotic and it was late at the time, so we didn't notice."

"Where is that wax figure? I'll go see for myself."

"I was going to throw the wax figure out, but Yinghao stopped me. The pieces of the wax figure are still on the floor of the room."

Liang Zaibing immediately rushed into the room diagonally opposite to observe the wax figure.

Unfortunately, Li Xuan's cursed object was too violent, and the entire wax figure was blown to pieces, making it impossible to put back together in a short time.

Jiang Qingjian squatted down beside the wax figure, quickly restoring it with his hands. He was much faster than Liang Zaibing, proving he was a professional.

Feeling bored while working on the puzzle, Liang Zaibing took the initiative to chat with him, "You're so skilled, I remember you're not a forensic doctor or an identification specialist?"

"I had a lot of free time in college, so I minored in forensic medicine."

Liang Zaibing was speechless. One professional course and exam were enough to exhaust him. Add a minor, and he wouldn't even need to study for the final exam. He might as well just stand on the rooftop and confess his love to the school leaders.

Jiang Qingjian's piecing motion suddenly stopped. Liang Zaibing also went over to look and found that what he was holding was the side of the neck. There were two small black circles on the abnormally purple skin, and the surrounding skin was painted a dark purple.

With a look of anticipation, Liang Zaibing crossed his arms and glanced sideways at Jiang Qingjian, saying, "Confess and you'll be treated leniently, Jiang sir."

Jiang Qingjian's attitude was unusually calm, showing no sign of the panic one would feel when a crucial clue is revealed during a murder mystery game.

"What does that prove? Didn't you see another wax figure yesterday? I remember it was drowned, wasn't it?"

"I suspect there are other wax figures like this within the villa area, and Yu Nian's true manner of death should be hidden among them."

Liang Zaibing glanced at the wax figure of Yun Jie, whose body had just been pieced together on the floor, and said, "It seems we need to hurry. Someone might destroy the wax figure corresponding to their crime before we find it."

Except for Song Yinghao, who said she wanted to stay in the villa for breakfast, the others went out to look for the wax figures.

"Don't worry, Yinghao, I will definitely find your wax figure as well," Li Xian whispered in Song Yinghao's ear.

Song Yinghao nodded slightly, picked up the perfectly warm black tea, and took a sip.

Before taking action, Liang Zaibing made a special trip back to the bedroom. It was so clean and tidy that it looked like no one had ever lived there. The quilt was folded into a neat square and placed at the head of the bed, and the sheets were pulled out very flat.

Not to mention the wax figure and the seemingly vengeful ghost Ivan, not even a drop of water was left.

Liang Zaibing began to doubt whether she had misjudged the situation last night. She thought Ivan wasn't actually dead, but just looked like a dead man because he had just escaped death.

But it's never wrong to be cautious.

As Liang Zaibing left the villa, she saw once again the large expanse of blue-purple hydrangeas blooming profusely in the garden.

Every hydrangea was growing well, showing no signs of the devastation caused by Ivan.

After observing for a while, Liang Zaibing suddenly became suspicious.

He took a long stick and searched the spot where Ivan had dug the day before, but found nothing. Even the moss and weeds were growing in patches, with no signs of having been dug up. It was as if time had rewound to before they arrived at the villa.

Given this, is it possible that clues that were not found back then could reappear now?

Liang Zaibing's eyes flickered, and he picked up a shovel and began digging under a cluster of exceptionally lush hydrangeas.

After digging for about five minutes, when the shovel fell again, Liang Zaibing keenly sensed that the soil and roots beneath his hands felt different. He then lightened his grip and used the flat side of the shovel to remove the loose soil.

The dark, damp soil was removed, vaguely revealing the pale white objects buried inside.

After cleaning up, Liang Zaibing simply pulled the thing out of the soil. Sure enough, it was a wax figure with Yu Nian's face.

The skin on the face was a deathly grayish-white, and there was dirt blocking the mouth and nose, but the lividity was not obvious.

The muscles of the wax figure's hands, feet, and face are meticulously sculpted, and the desperate posture of being buried underground and struggling helplessly is lifelike. Even the rigid wax eyes convey a strong sense of unwillingness and resentment.

Looking at the wax figure's face, he felt a strange sense of dread.

He's seen plenty of corpses, so why would he be scared by something like this?

[Obtained Item: Yu Nian's Wax Figure]

[Effect: Unlocks memories related to the role you're playing]

[Items exclusive to this instance; cannot be taken out of the instance.]

It was another exclusive item, but its effect surprised him somewhat.

After the system beeped, the memories of the character flashed through his mind like movie clips, and several years of plot unfolded in just a few seconds.

Irrelevant daily life is mostly downplayed, while memories related to the main storyline are recorded in their entirety.

After reading it, Liang Zaibing's face turned ashen, like a palette of colors; the plot was simply too abstract.

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I leaned on the balcony with both hands, scrolling through the chat boxes on my phone, sighing with boredom.

Although they are good-looking and have interesting personalities, it just doesn't feel interesting after talking for so long.

I swiped the screen, my finger hovering over the chat box for "Yu Nian (didn't succeed)".

It's not that I particularly like Yu Nian, but sometimes people are just like that; they really want things they can't have, even if it's just a cheap bowl of sweet soup that costs five yuan.

This guy is really something else; no matter how many gifts I give him, he refuses to accept them.

Even though I have several partners, can't he just put up with it for the sake of money? Isn't a poor guy like him the one who cares most about money?