What is your choice? ?

You have selected 【D. Ask him the reference object for sculpting facial features】

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You originally wanted to ask the other party directly about the murderer, but when you recalled the last time the hair-washing brother shivered when he mentioned the murderer, you felt that direct routines would not be fruitful.

After a second thought, you decide to take a roundabout strategy and attack from the side.But in the dark, you feel that no matter what you say, as long as it touches the murderer, the other party may not respond.

You sighed, and decided to have a relationship with the hair-washing boy first, and then ask him about the murderer when you get to know each other better - presumably the success rate will be higher this way.

So when you got dressed, you asked him unintentionally.

"I'm curious who is the reference object of your sculpted face—after all, this face is intended to fit on my body." You blinked at him pretending to be curious, "Could it be your object?"

When the shampoo boy heard this, he froze in packing the easel in his hand.

"No..." His voice was muffled, and the downcast eyes made you unable to see his expression clearly, "...he is not a person in reality, but a fantasy of mine..."

You raised your eyebrows, really curious now.

"Dream lover?"

The shampoo boy suddenly raised his head, his face was flushed, and he looked panic-stricken.

"No, no, I just think his face is pretty..." he said, his voice became faint again, "...if only he had a perfect body."

You suddenly felt goosebumps running straight up, resisted the desire to rub your arms and asked, "Can I see his face?"

The shampoo boy was a little embarrassed, but he still bent down and rummaged through the drawer for the sculpture's face design.

"It's strange to say..." He murmured while flipping through those sketches, "I seem to have dreamed about this face before, but it wasn't clear... It was not until recently that I finally dreamed about his face clearly. "

As he spoke, he took out a stack of drawing paper from the cabinet.

At this moment, you felt a little palpitation for no reason, and the heartbeat in your chest began to thump uncontrollably.

You start sweating all over and your head swells.You don't know where your nervousness comes from, but your body is dutifully reflecting your suddenly tense emotions.

"I drew a lot of pictures..." The hair-washing boy lowered his head and removed the white cover that protected the sketch on the top, revealing the drawing paper underneath.His hand didn't stop, but spread all the paintings on the ground, so that you can better see the lifelike faces on the drawing paper.

The faces of the same man were drawn on each piece of paper, with side faces, front faces, and some blurred drafts—it looked like an unfinished work.

But no matter which painting it is, you feel that the little boy who washes his hair vividly depicts the charm of the person in the painting, and there is a sense of seduction for no reason.

Your gaze involuntarily sticks to the most carefully drawn frontal face, and your eyes pass over the pair of deer-like clear almond eyes, the slightly raised Qiong nose, and the two protruding thick lips that are slightly sensual. lip.This is obviously an obedient boy, but the faint charm in the eyes of the person in the painting and the two plump lips add to him an indescribable feminine beauty.

You stared blankly at the painting, unable to recover for a long time.

You feel as though you've seen this face somewhere, but you can't remember where or when you saw it.

But you can be sure that this face is not one you catch casually in a crowd.Whether it's those big piercing eyes, the slightly raised nose or those two lips, they are all very familiar to you...

——It's as if you look at this face every day and know every flaw and advantage on it.

You feel a little uncomfortable and panic, and the T-shirt behind you is gradually wet with cold sweat.

With a pale face, you turned your head away and stopped looking at the familiar faces that made your hair stand on end, and then hurriedly bid farewell to the shampoo boy.

However, just as you were about to walk towards the stairs and the exit, your toes suddenly turned around, making you walk in another direction involuntarily.

You were startled and panicked, and for some reason your body suddenly lost control.But at the same time, a hidden voice is quietly bewitching your heart in your ear.

Go check it out...

Go check it out...

...Don't you think everything is not quite right?

When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

something wrong?What's wrong?

I suddenly fell into contemplation, but no longer resisted the two-way forward feet, but took the initiative to speed up the pace.

The tendon in my brain became tighter and tighter, as if being stretched and twisted by someone's fingers.

In the dark, I seemed to feel that something was forcing me to chase the unknown things ahead, so my steps became faster and faster, and finally I started running towards the end of the corridor at full speed.

And the moment I started running, everything around me suddenly became distorted.

I saw that the outer wall of the corridor extending forward was collapsing bit by bit towards the tiled floor, as if there was a huge magnetic field underneath that was slowly dragging the entire space down.

But for some reason, facing such a strange situation, I couldn't feel the slightest surprise and fear in my heart.I just felt that the tendon in my mind seemed to be stretched thinner and tighter, and at the same time, the past memories that seemed to be poured with glue became clearer.

Finally, when I took advantage of the moment when the whole space completely collapsed and stepped into the toilet, the trembling tendon in my mind finally broke.

For a moment, I felt that everything around me seemed to be covered with a layer of gray veil, only the long and narrow mirror in front of the sink was shining brightly.

I calmly turned my head and stared straight at myself in the mirror, but there was no wave in my heart.

I remembered it all.

——Whether it is the erased memory, the past life, or the real self.

I thought I would be angry, but the absurd thing is that my heart seems to have been dead for too long, and I have long since lost the ability to be overjoyed and sympathetic, so I can only stare silently at myself in the mirror with an indifferent face.

I knew that "he" was bound to show up—or rather, "he" would not miss this great opportunity to mock me.

Sure enough, after a while, my eyebrows in the mirror were slightly raised, my eyes flickered, and the corners of my mouth formed a strange arc.

"It seems that you have already remembered." "He" said with a smile.

"Yes." I paused, and then lowered my eyes and stopped looking directly at the too sharp gaze in the mirror, "I... feel sorry for all this..."

Having said that, I forced myself to look up at him.

"...Especially to you."

I murmured softly, looking hesitant.

"If time can go back, I will definitely not agree to its request."

"He" was unmoved after hearing what I said, but laughed out loud.

"Hahaha... Have you been assimilated by the personality of the Holy Mother of this body? It is not your original character to admit your mistakes. Besides, your biggest mistake was not agreeing to its request."

"He" smiled wildly, staring at me with burning eyes.

"Your biggest mistake is those unrealistic fantasies - your obsessions have bored us all..."

"He" said, his eyes turned slightly to the side, and he looked straight behind me, as if he was looking at someone else through the thick wall.

"Not just me, but everyone here."

You open your eyes, only to find that you can't feel the presence of your eyelids.

This familiar feeling... Could it be...

You froze for a moment, and finally realized what this familiar feeling meant after a while.

——Yes, you are now in the space constructed by the world consciousness, and it is no surprise that it will come over to help your dead body go back in time.

You try to remember what happened before you died, but you can't remember anything.

Just when you were wondering, world awareness finally came long overdue.

"Don't think about it, it's useless." The neutral voice said wearily.

"Your head was crushed by the roof that fell on it. It's normal not to remember what happened. There was an earthquake in your area that caught everyone off guard, and art teaching The building happened to be in the very center of the earthquake."

Having said this, it choked suddenly, its voice a little tired and bored.

"Also, do you know that you have only one life left? If you continue to be reserved, this may be the last time I will go back in time for you."

You froze, then resented again.

"This is not my problem!" You complained to it, wishing that you could have a body and give it a big middle finger, "I can't avoid natural disasters like earthquakes at all!"

It murmured perfunctorily, but it didn't respond to your complaint. Instead, it accelerated the speed of repairing your body, and bought you a cutie by the way.

"In short, things have already happened, so please continue to work hard~"

……

When you regain consciousness again, you find yourself sitting naked on a high stool, while the shampoo boy is flushed and incoherent.

"All I like is your body structure. As for the facial features, I already have specific reference objects!"

You were taken aback for a moment, and blurted out without thinking.

"who is it?"

"Who are you referring to?"

The hair-washing boy seemed to be startled by your sudden questioning, and his neck was a little sore.

"Huh?...that person I made up in my dream. I never saw his face clearly—I only know that his facial features are in line with my aesthetics."

You frowned, feeling that his words made you feel weird, but you couldn't refute.

You asked him casually if he could look at his old paintings.And the hair-washing guy thought you were finally interested in his works, so he took out all the paintings from the cabinet with great interest.

You read every painting tirelessly, but the sense of disobedience lingering in your heart has been unable to dissipate for a long time.

You feel as if something is missing in it, but you can't describe it in detail.

Finally, after you searched through the pile of paintings several times, you gave up on it, only thinking it was an inexplicable illusion.

So you sorted out the messy drawing papers you turned over, then straightened your expression, and turned to look at the shampoo boy.

——Yes, you have not forgotten your mission today!Today, you didn't just come here to help, you wanted to ask him for news and intelligence.

At this point, you decide—

【A. Ask about his personality as a murderer】

【B. Ask him why the murderer is following you】

【C. Ask him why he would be friends with this kind of person】

【D. Kiss】

【E.********************】

[#Reminder: Life -1, the current number of times the protagonist can die is 0]