What is your choice? ?

You have selected【F.**************】

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You previously chose to operate on yourself out of your own conscience.

But the killer thinks that you deliberately pretend to be selfless, but you are still the selfish bitch who is full of lies.

—so the game is unfair from beginning to end, and you have to act according to the standard of whether he thinks you are honest or not.

According to this line of thinking, your best choice is to let Xiao Xianrou be punished instead of you, but you are extremely resistant to this idea, because this choice seriously violates your conscience.

If you choose to do this, you will live with a bad conscience for the rest of your life.

You get impatient and your brain starts racing.You start to wonder what kind of ambiguous idea there is that can satisfy the kidnapper without dragging the little fresh meat down.

At this time, you suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

——Since the kidnapper has judged you guilty in the first place, perhaps letting him personally punish you will satisfy him.

You think the hate in the kidnapper's heart stems from not being able to punish you sooner, but taking such a roundabout way.And if you hand over the initiative to the other party, maybe he is in a happy mood for a while, and he won't kill you again.

When you think of this, you suddenly recall what the kidnapper said before stabbing you to death—he said that Cheng Jin's proposal is meaningless at all, and he wants to deal with you now.

So the creator of this game is Cheng Jin from beginning to end, not the main character.

You calm down and try to figure out Cheng Jin's style of doing things, and you find that he is always orderly and thoughtful in doing things, but the main character is very irritable, and he is almost like two different people.

So if you let this calmer second personality do the knife for you, maybe he will persuade No.1 personality not to attack you when he is in a good mood.

Of course, this is not the only possibility.

No. 1 personality may not obey the second personality at all and kill you directly, or the second personality may not be interested in stabbing you at all, so it did not persuade No. 1 personality to show mercy to you. directly lead to your death.

But you have already entered a dead end - if you let Xiao Xianrou suffer instead of you, you will die with regret.

This is your bottom line, a bottom line that cannot be broken.

So, you choose to let Cheng Jin cut your own blood.

You hope to relieve the violent anger in the masked man's heart in this way.

However, just when you were about to speak, you suddenly found that your lips went numb and stopped out of nowhere.What scares you even more is that this numbness is spreading from your lips all the way to your entire face, making you unable to do even the simple act of blinking.

This feeling of numbness didn't stop after eroding your entire face, but continued to spread to your limbs, until your whole body was like a robot whose power had been unplugged, completely losing control of your body.

You are bewildered by the situation, terrified, and helpless.

At this moment, your mouth moved on its own initiative.

"I chose to let my netizens be punished instead of me."

This voice is yours, but it makes you very strange.For the first time, you realize that your voice can be so cold and dark that it makes the listener shudder.

And at this moment, other parts of your body also started to move.

You only feel yourself raising your head slightly, staring fixedly at the eyes of the masked man, and narrowing your eyes slightly.

The masked man didn't speak, and while walking towards you, he took out the familiar plastic package from his pocket.

But your facial muscles didn't change at all, and you stared at the masked man calmly, while stretching your right wrist towards him.

"Is it sleeping pills?" You just felt the corners of your mouth slightly open, revealing a sneer that made you extremely strange.

The masked man didn't answer you, but held your wrist, and steadily injected the tube of liquid into the vein on your right wrist.

You lowered your eyes, quietly staring at the tube of liquid being pushed into the blood vessel bit by bit, with that smile still on your face that makes your back chill.

Gradually, you just feel that your consciousness is getting more and more blurred.

You fell into a deep sleep again.

You open your eyes and find that you are still in that dark room without any lucid dream.

You are amazed because you clearly remember last week that you fell into a dream immediately after being injected with sleeping pills.Logically speaking, you should have the same dream as the last time, but you skipped the dream and woke up immediately.

You feel a little weird in your heart, but then reassure yourself that it's not a big deal.

After all, it's just not dreaming, this matter is irrelevant.

What you are most nervous about now is how to restore the situation just now.

——You have to find a way to prevent the masked man from hurting Xiao Xianrou.

But no matter how hard you think, you can't think of a clear way.After all, you are trapped in the secret room now, unless the masked man appears, you have no way to change your decision just now.

Thinking of this, you suddenly recalled the uncontrollable things about your body before you fell into a coma.

You feel that this matter is a bit unreal, but you, who firmly believe in materialism, never believe in the existence of any ghosts, so you only regard the situation just now as the result of your own emotional excitement.

Is that the truest thought in my heart?So my body can't help but make the decision for me.

You questioned yourself, feeling more and more frustrated and blamed yourself, and your eyes began to turn red involuntarily.

You can't accept your true thoughts, you can't accept that you are such a despicable person.

Just then, a window flashed in your peripheral vision.

At that moment, a strange premonition suddenly rushed into your heart, causing you to raise your head suddenly.

I saw that the surface of the dirty window gradually became cloudy, as if a mass of gray cement was being slowly stirred by someone.

You just feel that your heart is beating faster and faster, and your ears are full of loud heartbeats.

Staring at the plastered glass surface, a sentence pops into your head.

—Here comes, "he" comes.

You don't know who the "he" you think is, but the premonition in your heart tells you that the comer is not good.But at the same time, you can't look away. You feel as if someone is standing behind you, holding your cheeks firmly with two palms, so that you can't turn your head.

At this moment, the surface of the muddy glass window suddenly began to change drastically.The originally chaotic mud gradually became clearer and clearer as if it had been washed away with some strong detergent...

——Until the glass window became spotless, and the original dirt was gone.

You blinked, and the light outside the window seemed to suddenly come on.The glaring white light hit the glass window which was clean and somewhat false, causing it to flash and change again.

This time, the window became a mirror.

You froze, and immediately wanted to turn your head away, but found that you lost control of your body again, and could only stare at yourself in the mirror motionlessly.

"Someone is right, you're a fool besides being a slut."

"If I hadn't just controlled you, you would have died."

"He" in the mirror said with a smile, but that smile made you shiver uncontrollably.

At the same time as you're scared, you're terribly confused.

This glass window is not a mirror, how did "he" appear?What's more, "he" has never really made a sound like this. In the past, whenever "he" appeared, he could only move his lips.

"Because this is not reality, but a dream I created." "He" looked at you with disdain as if he knew what you were thinking, "Otherwise, you think it will allow me to exist?"

"It?" You asked puzzled.

"His" face suddenly sank, actually carrying a strong hatred.But you feel that "his" hatred doesn't seem to be aimed at you, but the so-called it.

"Although the way you are played by it in the palm of your hand really makes me happy, but its behavior makes me sick even more." "He" stares at you viciously, like a poisonous snake vomits a snake letter.But when "he" said this, he suddenly showed a weird smile, which seemed to be regretful and admirable, "Its biggest negligence is that it thinks everything too simply."

"How could I be so easily trapped here when I finally gained self-awareness?"

You were stunned when you heard the words, but you still opened your mouth.

"Self-awareness?" You paused, then continued to ask, "Aren't you...isn't I?"

You feel full of doubts and confused, as if there is a voice in your heart that is constantly urging you to continue questioning "him".

"He" stared at you silently for a long while before speaking.

"You've never been me. We've always been two people." "He" spoke slowly, with a self-deprecating self-deprecating tone in his tone.

"You think the world you created is the most ideal, but you don't know it's never what I want."

As "he" said, the whole person gradually peeled off from the mirror, like a relief sculpture floating out of the water, rippling layer after layer on the mirror surface.

You stared blankly at "he" gradually walking out of the mirror, standing on the ground like a normal person.You stared at this weird scene, all the questions suddenly stuck in your throat.You feel that if there was a third person present, he would see you as twins.

But "he" didn't stop there, but walked towards you step by step, until "he" pressed your shoulder condescendingly and lifted your chin with his hand.

"You can't die yet. You haven't redeemed your original sin. I need you to live well." "He" stared into your eyes, with a sarcastic arc drawn at the corner of his mouth.

"The only one who can take revenge on you is me."

Said, "his" face gradually approached yours.That face that is exactly like yours looks at you, but it makes you feel like you are looking at someone completely different.You just felt that the pores on your face were itchy from his warm breath, and for a moment you actually regarded "him" as a completely independent existence from you.

"He" stared at you for a while, then suddenly showed a genuine smile.This smile is not mixed with any malice or viciousness - this is the first time you have seen this expression on "his" face.

But before you could continue to think, "his" face suddenly fell down.

"He" actually kissed you.

The kiss was fleeting and didn't stay for long, as if it had passed through a scene scribbled, extremely casual.

"This is a gift to you, and it should be regarded as a reward for the choices you and they made."

"He" said, his whole body gradually became transparent.

"Next time we meet, we will be enemies."

When you open your eyes, what you see are still the familiar windows and the bare concrete walls.

But you suddenly feel that something has disappeared, and your heart suddenly becomes empty.

You don't know where this indescribable mood is going, you can only stare blankly at the dirty window, unable to recover for a long time.

A hand stretched out from behind you, and gently landed on your cheek.

You turned around abruptly, and sure enough, you saw the masked man standing behind you.

When he saw you looking back, he held up the written note to you.

"You suddenly cried just now, did you dream about something sad?"

You froze, only to realize that his fingers were gently sliding along the tears on your cheeks.

...It turns out that you shed tears unknowingly.

At this time, you choose-

【A. Silence】

【B. Tell him you dreamed about your old friend】

【C. Tell him you dreamed about your own death】

【D. Tell him you are wrong】

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