What is your choice? ?

You have chosen【A. Touch that book with your hand】

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That book of Tagore's Birds reminds you immediately of the note from the killer.

Honestly, you have no idea why you did what you did, but when you come back, you realize that you have touched the book.

The orange light did not warm the surface of the book.The moment your fingers touch the spine of the book, you feel as if your fingertips were pricked by the cool touch.

All of a sudden, you seem to feel a tingling electric current rushing from the junction of the spine of the book and your fingertips, spreading all the way to your arms and all the way to your whole body.

Suddenly, you heard a chuckle that didn't belong to you overflowing from your lips.

"Kukoukoukou, why don't you strangle me quickly?" Your mouth opened and closed uncontrollably.That voice feels so familiar to you, and the provocative tone makes you nostalgic-you feel as if you have heard the same voice in a dream before, but you can't remember it.

Only then did you realize that the hand holding your neck was no longer as fierce as before—he seemed to have regained some sanity.

"I hate you." You heard the man choking your neck gnash his teeth in your ear, the warm breath made you think it was a torture between lovers for a moment, and his words seemed to be like The tempered resentment makes you realize that your relationship with him is not rosy.

You heard yourself chuckle a few times, a hoarse and eerie laugh—your throat still hasn't healed from the damage just now.

"No, it's not me you hate, you should hate yourself." Your fingers slipped from the spine of the book, and your head slowly turned back.You stare at the invisible shadow in front of you, as if you want to see through the heart of the person in front of you.

"We see the world wrong, but say that the world has deceived us." You grinned, and your smile became even more insane, "You will never, never examine what is wrong with you."

"What about you?" the man asked, "don't you too?"

"Can humiliating yourself really make you happy? Don't you have any guilt or shame in your heart?"

You sneered.

"You've already understood that, haven't you?" Your voice is artificial, with a touch of grotesque softness, "After all, I'm just a slut with a crazy brain - isn't that what you've been calling me since you were 10 years old? "

You felt the fingers on your neck tremble, and then let go of your hand.

You were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief when you were free from the other party's restraint, and you coughed a few times with your head tilted sullenly.

At this time, a hand forcefully broke your chin, and a blurred face came into view.

"As long as you can change it, there is still time for everything." His voice was still indifferent, with a trace of pity that chilled your heart.

A surge of grief comes over you, and you can't tell if it's your emotion or the emotion of the owner of this body.You feel that grief is not pure, it is mixed with sadness, resistance, and strong contempt for everything in front of you.

"It's too late, it's too late from the moment I was born." You heard a pleasant and high-pitched laughter from your mouth, but there was a strange sense of collapse mixed in it.

"Strangle me, death can truly redeem me." You clearly realized that your brows and eyes were crooked, and you seemed to be smiling with your eyes narrowed.

Your sweaty fingers gripped his wrist, and you kept wrapping it around his neck.

You feel disheartened, and the smile on your face seems to be the last brilliance when you return to the light.

At this moment, the desk lamp on the bedside table flickered, and you suddenly felt that everything in front of you was much clearer, and the face that was close at hand became more concrete.

Your pupils can't help shrinking, only to realize that you have regained control of your body.

Everything in front of you is getting clearer and clearer, but at the same time, you feel that the whole space seems to be gradually compressed, making you more and more out of breath.

At the moment when your whole body is engulfed by darkness, you seem to be able to see the man's face clearly.

Unexpectedly, that face was young and handsome, with strong and flamboyant features, ignoring the ice blade-like gaze, no one would think of him as a vitriolic, vile-mouthed vulgar person.

His mouth squirmed slightly, as if to say something, but you didn't hear anything.

The last moment of your consciousness rests on his cold and unfeeling eyes.

— Pity, that is pity.

You thought so as you completely lost consciousness.

When you sat up suddenly from the bed, you realized that it was already dawn.

You glanced at the clock on the wall.

8:13 - It's still a while before the alarm you set.

You collapsed on the bed again, closed your eyes, and tried to fall asleep again, but found that you couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

You still clearly remember everything that happened in the dream, the flickering desk lamp, the bird book, and that impressive handsome face.

——What exactly is that?

You are very confused.If the ass and choke experience mirrors what happened in your reality, how do you explain that man?

You're pretty sure you have no memory of this person, so he's just a figment of your imagination in your dreams?

You are puzzled, wondering why the self in the dream constructed such a virtual character so vividly, and the eyes are so lifelike.

You stop thinking about it and decide to get up and clean up first.

Today is your audition day, and you can't let anything get in the way of you.

Today, Lily, as usual, arrived at Director Jiang's house at ten o'clock in the morning to do your makeup.

When you closed your eyes and let the makeup brush linger on your face, you rarely spoke to Lily.

Of course, you don't report back in a small talk mentality, it's actually an idea you came up with this morning.The first audition is makeup, so you must have a certain understanding of cosmetics, otherwise how can you correctly interpret the makeup scene?

Usually, you dismiss makeup as a task and responsibility, and you don't intend to spend more energy on understanding it.

This is the first time you calm down and ask Lily about the steps of makeup.When you listen to Lily explaining the importance of skin care, the difference between lotion and moisturizer, and the difference between liquid foundation and BB cream, you suddenly feel that the self who was very resistant to understanding makeup in the past is ridiculous.

"Everyone has a desire for beauty, that's why makeup exists." Lily showed a soft smile on her face, "I'm actually surprised that you would ask me this question, after all, when I help you with makeup, you usually Always keep a straight face, as if you are afraid that others will not know that you are unwilling."

You lower your eyes in embarrassment, a little ashamed, and you start to realize that your usual attitude is a kind of disrespect to Lily-it is an attitude that denies the value of his work itself.

"I'm sorry, I'm too superficial." You apologized softly to Lily.

Lily sighed and waved his hand, signaling that he has mercifully forgiven you.

"People in the world always think that men's makeup is a strange thing, but who set the standard? It's not a woman's patent to want to be appreciated by others. Why is it that women are said to be delicate when they dress up, and men are demons when they dress up?" You look like a monster?" Lily frowned and complained, "In my opinion, this is a kind of boring self-esteem-men think they don't need the so-called 'disguise', only fragile women need tools to cover up their own inadequacies .”

You nodded ignorantly.Actually, you only have a rough idea of ​​what Lily said.You think that men may simply not want to wear makeup, or they may not think so much.However, when you saw Lily's indignant expression, you silently swallowed the rebuttal and confusion in your heart.

The more you think about it, the more impatient you feel. You feel that although you gradually understand the mood of women's clothing and the meaning of makeup, you still can't fall in love with women's clothing like the protagonist of the movie, and regard it as the key to liberate your nature.

You need to acknowledge it from the bottom of your heart, not neutralize it.

You think Lily's attitude towards women's clothing can inspire you, allowing you to better explore the mentality of the protagonist in the movie.

At this point, you decide—

[A. Ask Lily about her journey in women's clothing]

【B. Ask Lily how to face up to women's clothing】

【C. Ask Director Lily Jiang why she is interested in women's clothing】

【D. Ask Lily how to let go of her self-esteem】

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