It was the fox, she swept everything on the table to the floor.

The bottles and jars made an extremely loud noise when they fell to the ground. Some of the fragile ones shattered directly, and the liquid inside spilled onto the ground.

"These things won't cover the smell at all!" She was referring to the things in the hands of the people around her, the ointments, which were applied to her hair and body.

But even so, the fox twitched her nose and could still smell her own scent, the scent that made her the talk of countless people after dinner.

Everyone else in the room had expressions of fear on their faces, and the cat's ears were distorted.

Before the fox could continue to lose his temper, there was a knock on the dressing room door. It was a toad staff member from the crew who came to ask if the actors were ready.

The fox glanced at the cat, and the cat immediately trembled and went over to open a crack in the door, and apologized quietly, saying that it would take a while.

This shouldn't be the first time, so the Toad staff nodded as if they were used to it, without asking any more questions, and just instructed to do it as soon as possible.

After the toad left, the fox immediately put his hands on his hips and asked them to finish applying the stuff to him quickly.

Her whole body was filled with the smell of perfume, which was a million times stronger than her original body odor, as if the perfume had become a spirit. But she sniffed it with her nose, and finally frowned and said she would go to the bathroom to apply it to other places that had not been applied.

In the corridor, the fox and the antelope bumped into each other, nodded to each other, and the former naturally walked behind.

The dressing room was empty, and the previously inaccessible dressing table could finally be opened at will.

There was a dagger in the cabinet, probably played with often, and the handle was a little worn. In addition to the dagger, there was also a thick stack of letters inside. The envelopes were all addressed to the most beautiful fox sister, probably letters from fans.

Strangely, among this pile of exquisite envelopes, there are a few that appear rougher and stand out.

After opening them, I realized that these letters were not written by fans. They just wrote the same praise on the envelopes to blend in. In fact, the content was all insults to Fox.

Her body odor was their absolute point of attack. They kept on talking about it, and even put some brown and yellow stains on the letter paper. The meaning was self-evident.

The sticker on the seal of the envelope had been torn, indicating that the fox had already read it.

Looking up at the mirror on the dressing table, the tiger in the mirror actually changed into a fox little by little.

No, it didn't turn into a fox, but the mirror reflected the fox who was reading the letter at that time.

The others were groping in the black bag behind her to take out supplies, while she sat in front of the dressing table. The circle of light outside the mirror made her maroon fox fur particularly shiny.

She read the letters one by one, and at first she seemed to be in a good mood, until she read the first letter that had sneaked in, then the second and the third.

There was anger in the fox's eyes at first, and then turned to pain. She raised her hands, and her black nose kept sniffing them eagerly. Suddenly she raised her head, looked suspiciously at the people behind her, and looked around nervously.

Logically speaking, there was no one in the house except his own people, but the mirror reflected countless skinny human figures that were constantly twisting like seaweed, surrounding the fox.

They are pure white all over, but there are three circles on their faces, representing eyes and mouths, and the inside is empty black.

The fox was so scared that her breathing became rapid, and the figures kept approaching her, surrounding her. She began to scratch her face, neck, arms... as if she wanted to peel off something.

The figure was so skinny that it looked like branches, but it kept growing taller.

The fox's face, neck, and arms were all scratched by herself, and blood was dripping down. The smell of blood seemed to cover up the smell she wanted to escape from at a certain moment.

She opened her mouth crazily, bit her hand with her sharp canine teeth, then smeared the blood on her hand on herself and laughed neurotically.

This was not enough. She used the sharp claws on her hands to scratch her face continuously. The brown-red fox fur fell to the ground, revealing the tender pink flesh underneath. Scarlet suddenly appeared, and pieces of red and pink flesh were scratched off, revealing the white bones.

The fox covered in blood looked like a sad and strange painting in the mirror. She raised her hands soaked in blood and sniffed with her nose.

In an instant, she bared her bloody fangs, and her laughter became like the last wail of a desperate person before death. She suddenly rushed towards the mirror - as if she was going to kill herself by hitting her head against the wall - and as if she was going to rush out.

The player who saw this scene stepped back helplessly, and his calf hit the low table.

Bang.

Suddenly, a spiderweb of cracks appeared on the mirror. It wasn't clear if it had been hit, or if something had actually escaped from it. The player's tiger image was reflected in the mirror, split into several parts by the cracks.

At the same time, the tasks below are updated.

[Filming of "The Last Supper" Completed - Fox: Celebrating the End of Troubles.]

What does this mean?

With this doubt, some tigers left the dressing room, while others picked up the dagger in the cabinet with complicated expressions.

Not every player can notice that when designing this copy, Nari thought of many possible endings. After all, this copy may be a little bit bizarre.

And just as she thought, some people were confused. After discovering the fox had already arrived at the shooting site, they rushed into other people's dressing rooms because they didn't know what to do.

So when they trigger the next mission update, they will find that the fox mission has disappeared. The lack of a mission also means that no matter how good their subsequent performance is, they will not be able to successfully complete the game.

There was also a group of players who noticed the clues that Nari had left and picked up the dagger.

These players were divided into two groups. Some of them plunged the dagger into the fox's heart, killing her on the set. Suddenly, the scene was in chaos...

Death is a kind of relief, right?

But these people forgot that according to news reports, there was only one white swan that died that day, and there could only be one white swan.

There was another type of player who used a dagger to slice off the fox's nose bit by bit. The not-too-sharp blade sliced ​​through the nose flesh, which was not completely soft but had a bit of toughness.

As you pump the blade back and forth, you'll clearly feel the resistance.

The fox's nose hit the ground and the blood flowed for a long time before it stopped, but no one screamed or shouted, and even the fox itself didn't seem to feel any pain.

You can't get rid of the smell on your body, and you can't stop other people from talking. So just cut off the thing that captures the smell.

She sat on the far left of the dining table, picked up a goblet of rich wine with one hand, then closed her eyes and raised the glass high, looking intoxicated and happy.