Mu Yiran was exposed to the sun, her forehead was already sweating, but she had no time to wipe it away.

After all, knowing reality is one thing, accepting reality is another.

Her heart was pounding, and she didn't know whether she should be excited or sad.

After reading so many novels over the years, who hasn't dreamed of being transported to another world like the protagonist, unleashing their cheat-like abilities and dominating everything?

He's wearing it now, but doesn't that also mean...?

In the original world, she was already dead?

Is this some kind of outrageous nonsense?

He was hit and killed by a food delivery driver's electric scooter; this will definitely make the headlines.

The only consolation is that at least the deceased's face was blurred, and her unmade-up face will not be made public.

Mu Yiran could already picture Mo Mumu burning paper money and cursing her out loud during the Qingming Festival.

only.....

Mu Yiran thought of something, looked down at her wrist, and found it clean and bare. She then touched her collarbone, where the necklace made from her parents' ashes was also gone.

I didn't pay much attention when I looked in the mirror just now, but now I'm absolutely certain.

This body shouldn't be her own; Mu Yiran has been possessed by a soul.

Mu Yiran tugged at the headband, preparing to return the way she came. She needed to quickly find out the original owner's situation.

The first rule of survival is to master skills to stay alive.

Otherwise, if you're using someone else's identity, you'll have nowhere to escape in this tightly packed villa surrounded by bodyguards.

Mu Yiran is really looking forward to meeting Shi Youxi Zhenren soon; who wouldn't want to see a handsome man?

Her skirt swayed as she stepped onto the cobblestones, about to enter the courtyard.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her and pulled her backward.

"ah."

Before Mu Yiran could even see who it was, she was rubbing her arm when a loud cracking sound rang out as something shattered.

She turned around in alarm and saw that an empty vase had fallen from where she had just been standing and was now shattered on the ground.

Instinctively, I looked up, but the second-floor window was half-open, and the heavy curtains completely blocked out the view; I couldn't see anything.

"Miss Mu, are you alright?"

Mu Yiran then noticed the butler standing behind her; it was he who had pulled her away just now.

She took a deep breath. "I'm fine, just now..."

"Ah, it must have been blown down by the wind. No one lives in these rooms, so these odds and ends are rarely taken care of."

"Thank you."

The housekeeper shook his head slightly, reminding her to be more careful in the future, and then handed her a document.

"This is the signed contract, and the document below details the young master's daily habits and dietary preferences. You need to familiarize yourself with it as soon as possible."

Oh wow, work's here.

Mu Yiran took the document and, after the housekeeper left, she began to look at it as she walked back.

Second floor.

The curtain, which had been hanging tightly, was lifted slightly, revealing a pair of eyes as dark as grapes. The pupils shifted downwards, gazing intently at the person standing in the courtyard.

His drooping head revealed his slender, fair neck. If he were hit by a vase, he would see blood splattered on it, possibly even onto the grass and white paving stones, as well as the woman's terrified and pained expression.

What a pity.

Looking at the swaying dress, a hint of annoyance appeared in his indifferent eyes.

She's probably just another hypocritical and obsequious woman, just like before. He doesn't want someone like that around him.

As always, just kick them out.

The curtain was drawn, and the people inside left silently.

…

Mu Yiran carefully looked through the documents and contracts, which included a simple personal resume.

It turns out that the body she occupied belonged to was named Mu Ran, 26 years old, of Chinese descent, who worked for a large domestic service management company in Libya. She was studying and working abroad while her family and relatives were all in China, which saved her a lot of trouble.

Her academic qualifications are quite high; she graduated from a top university in the country with a major in psychology and early childhood education. No wonder she was hired by the Shi family.

In addition, the contract included a salary and a confidentiality agreement.

The point is that if she quits in the future, it should be as if she never worked for the Shi family.

Fine, rich people are always so secretive.

But Mu Yiran couldn't find a single photo of the original body no matter how many times she looked. Was it a bug?

“Um…” a timid voice came from behind.

Mu Yiran looked up and saw a petite woman in casual clothes standing in front of her.

"I'll hand over my work to you. It's nothing, I've cleaned the room, and also..."

The woman pursed her lips and brought out a cup of coffee from the kitchen's bar area.

"Young master drinks a cup of coffee each morning, noon, and night. Just follow the instructions above."

After Mu Yiran took it, the woman's expression changed slightly, as if she was both scared and guilty.

She rubbed her fingers together and pointed to a spot on the second floor. "The young master is in the innermost room of the east wing right now. Take him there. I wish you... all the best in your work."

Mu Yiran: "..."

Ah, you can tell from the woman's expression how difficult this young master is to please.

Mu, the working class, is in position. At least for now, in order to survive a little longer in this world, she must cling to this young master's golden thigh!

She picked up her coffee and walked in the direction the woman pointed.

The woman watched Mu Yiran's retreating figure, her expression growing increasingly guilty. She had only been there for a week, and no matter how high the salary, she didn't want to stay any longer.

That devilish boy was terrifying.

I remember the first time I went to that room, I was also wearing clothes like this. Later...

Her body trembled and she felt a chill run down her spine. Once she finished this last thing, she could terminate the contract and leave.

What others do is none of her business.

The woman composed herself, turned, and left.

Mu Yiran carefully held the still-hot cup of coffee. She had just wanted to say, "How old is Youxi at this age? He's already drinking coffee with every meal."

Could it be that this young master, like people from H country, has evolved to lose the ability to sleep?

She shuffled along the carpet, walked down the long corridor, and immediately spotted the room at the far end of the east wing.

Unlike the Baroque style of the entire manor, the room's interior design is full of modern technology.

The electronic door was half-open, revealing a crack, and the lights inside were off.

Mu Yiran took a free hand and knocked twice on the door. "Young Master, am I coming in?"

No one answered.

The darkness peeking through the crack in the door felt like an abyss that would suck you in.

She knocked twice more, but there was still no response. Without hesitation, she used her foot to open the door and went inside.

As she entered the room, the electronic door automatically snapped back shut with a click.

"Young Master, your coffee is ready." Mu Yiran stood in the pitch-black room, only able to see light leaking from behind the curtains against the wall.

She stood there for a while, letting her eyes adjust, before walking around the shadowy figures in the darkness to the window and pulling back the curtains.

Surprisingly, the window design is quite ingenious; the curtain can only be pulled open a corner, but it's enough to let light into the entire room.

"Holy shit!" As soon as she turned her head, Mu Yiran cursed out loud.

Don't even mention it, even if Ultraman came and turned around to face-to-face with a blank-faced doll, he wouldn't say much nicer things than she did.

Because of her sudden convulsion, some coffee spilled onto the cup holder, and Mu Yiran stiffly reached out to probe the base of the doll's nose.

Thankfully, he's dead.

She only realized after stepping back a little that the doll was actually similar to the plastic mannequins in her studio, only more lifelike.

Especially the face, with facial features drawn on it. The artist's brushwork was still very clumsy, and the flat facial features were placed on the three-dimensional face.

Extremely eerie.

It's a small, unique piece that actually looks quite nice.

Mu Yiran found it interesting and placed the cup on the table beside her.

She observed the countless dolls in the room. As a college student majoring in jewelry styling and fashion design at Shenzhen University, she had seen all kinds of models, but none of them were as attractive as the ugly yet beautiful one in front of her.

Meanwhile, in the next room, a boy sat upright on a sofa.

The image displayed on the huge projection screen in front of him was Mu Yiran's backlit, blurry face, captured by the camera inside the doll's eyeball.

Mu Yiran was staring at one of the dolls with big blush on its cheeks with great interest, and was just about to reach for it when she heard a "creak" behind her.

An inconspicuous door opened.