Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

I never imagined that one day I would have to rely on money to buy love. It's ridiculous.

However, I seem to have come up with an interesting way to play.

I clicked into the chat box and sent a very insincere message.

"You probably know that I've liked you for a long time. I'm a womanizer and don't deserve to pursue you, but I want to try one last time. Would you be willing to be with me?"

As expected, Yu Nian replied quickly.

"Feel sorry."

I put my phone in my pocket, too lazy to read his next polite words.

I've already given you chances, but since you've rejected me time and time again, don't blame me for finding some fun with you in other ways.

The person on the other end of the WeChat message was squatting by the flower bed outside the dormitory, typing with a troubled expression on their phone. A calico kitten was meowing around them, begging for the sausage in their hand.

I casually checked a few names in my contacts and looked out the window at the boy who was smiling happily.

"Let's play a game."

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Liang Zaibing touched the wax figure in the early morning but did not awaken any memories. This is probably because each wax figure corresponds to a unique player and also corresponds to the player's method of killing Yu Nian.

He just couldn't figure out why there were so many wax figures of different ways of dying. Yu Nian was just a mortal, so where did they get so many lives for them to kill?

Or perhaps Yu Nian died after being killed the first time, and the subsequent killings were merely illusions of ghosts, while the truth they sought was the person who first killed him.

It was only then that Liang Zaibing realized how cunning Jiang Qingjian was. Despite touching the wax figure and triggering a flashback, he pretended to be an innocent and naive person.

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The wax figure's fingers moved silently, gripping Liang Zaibing's wrist as if they were alive.

The wax figure, being a prop in the story, wasn't particularly dangerous. Liang Zaibing resisted the urge to smash it, and instead tied it up securely with a rope.

Since it's a crucial prop, let's preserve the integrity of the clues.

However, he couldn't just leave the wax figure out in the open, since the character he played in the story wasn't innocent. It was better to hide it if possible, otherwise he might be mistaken for the murderer and attacked by the mob.

Liang Zaibing was self-aware enough not to believe that she could fight against so many veteran players on her own.

It's foreseeable that players will turn the entire villa upside down to find the most discreet place to hide a wax figure.

He recalled the first question that had crossed his mind when he discovered the wax figure.

Why are there wax figures here?

Unless it's a dungeon that insists on adding wax figure elements without regard to logic, there must be something related to wax figures in the dungeon.

For example, a wax figure exhibition hall.

There is no better place to store wax figures than a wax museum, just as the safest place to store a corpse is a pile of rubble.

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Liang Zaibing placed the wax figure behind the bushes, then stood on the slightly higher flower bed and surveyed the entire villa, mentally comparing the interior rooms with the exterior structure.

Finally, he discovered a hidden space in the southwest corner of the first floor that should have existed.

Liang Zaibing quickly picked up the wax figure and ran inside.

This is a huge study, with two walls filled with various foreign language tomes.

Liang Zaibing didn't have time to look for the mechanism, so he simply closed his left eye and tried to observe with his ghost eye. Soon he saw a faint red light on a book with a pure black cover on the west bookshelf, which was a trace of supernatural power.

He pulled the book off without hesitation.

A series of gear and bearings clicked and snapped shut, and the bookshelf creaked open to reveal a dark entrance.

Liang Zaibing took a breath, once again hoisted the heavy wax figure that was bound hand and foot, and stepped down the stairs in the darkness.

The steps soon came to an end, about the height of one floor.

Liang Zaibing calmed her somewhat rapid breathing, straightened up while leaning against the cold wax figure, and took out a flashlight from her backpack and turned it on.

Eleven just emerged from the family photo and floated in front of him, pointing to the door at the end of the stairs.

The door had a special lock, which shows that the owner of the villa valued the things inside very much.

Of course, this couldn't stop the thrill game players who were constantly climbing walls, picking locks, and searching for clues. Liang Zaibing inserted the master key into the lock and turned it twice to open the door.

Upon opening the door, a cloud of long-accumulated dust rushed out, causing Liang Zaibing to cough several times.

He raised his hand to brush away the dust in front of him and used his flashlight to illuminate the scene inside.

The underground space is open and unpartitioned, like a large hall, with lifelike wax figures displayed on the gray-white floor tiles.

From every angle, lifeless wax eyes stared at him.

Liang Zaibing remained unfazed and continued to observe.

They all have Yu Nian's face, but their bodies are just like those mass-produced white molds, indistinguishable from those lifelike wax figures.

The family photo was burning hot, and Chen An, residing in the eyeball, was also restless, his right eyelid twitching uncontrollably.

Liang Zaibing heard Chen An whisper in his ear, his voice tinged with coldness, "Let me out."

Liang Zaibing had no intention of using cursed items for the time being. He pressed his eyelids, signaling him to be patient.

Then Liang Zaibing, without looking to the side, dragged the wax figure into the group of wax figures.

With each step he took, the eyes of the wax figures would shift slightly, focusing on him; the closest wax figure almost pressed its eyeballs against his face.

Liang Zaibing didn't care at all and put the wax figure down in a place she liked.

I picked up a piece of paper that had been lying on the ground.

This familiar texture and format belong to Yu Nian's diary.

But he didn't have time to examine it slowly. As he took the diary, the wax figures finally couldn't hold back any longer and twisted their bodies to grab at him.

A loud bang came from the direction of the door, and a wax figure, which had somehow appeared by the door, turned its head and stared at him with incredibly venomous eyes.

Liang Zaibing blinked slowly, and when she lifted her eyelids again, a tear of blood suddenly flowed from her blood-red right eye.

At the same time, a blood-red figure suddenly sprang out from his body and pounced into the pile of wax figures like a wolf or a flock of sheep.

Chen An didn't even need to lift a finger; just getting close to them was enough to melt the wax figures.

The expression on their faces instantly changed from vicious to fearful, and they moved away little by little.

Yu Nian's features melted into a comical mess, and her hands and feet melted rapidly like lit candles.

Seeing that the fire was about to spread to the wax figure he had hidden, Liang Zaibing quickly summoned Chen An back.

Chen An didn't seem very happy. He stood next to Liang Zaibing and glared at them with murderous eyes.

The wax figures were practically huddled together, shivering. The wax figure that had closed the door earlier was very helpful; it used its almost melting wax hand to open the door again.