Chapter 181 Will Kill She Will Become Like the Plants Around Her...
After reading all the information about the murderer, Cecilia still had no clue, but she was reluctant to close the page for fear that she would not be able to figure it out in the future.
She simply continued to scroll down, and the related reports recommended below caught her attention.
"Group photo of outstanding graduates from XX University"
This is the school the murderer graduated from.
She casually clicked on it and saw all the faces she didn't recognize. They were in groups of two or three, taking photos in an intimate manner, and they looked like members of some group.
There seems to be nothing useful...
When she scrolled to a certain photo, she stopped.
Of the three faces in the photo, she had seen two of them before. One was the murderer whose entire life she had just reviewed, and the other was her own face.
Among the other human faces with black hair and black eyes, her appearance with blonde hair, red eyes and horns was too abrupt.
Why is she here, taking photos with strange humans?
A hint of confusion flashed across the dark red eyes, and then he realized something.
This is the setting of the copy. She is the "you" in the narration. She knows the murderer and graduated from the same university.
Based on the other party's understanding, he might be able to find her at any time. That's why he was so scared...
What about the victim? Was he also someone she knew?
Cecilia took out her camera and held it up to the screen to compare it with the unfamiliar face in the photo.
Although the murderer's face was captured, only the back of the victim's head was shown, and the little bit of side face that was barely exposed was completely unrecognizable.
School?
She slumped down on the bed and began to distance herself from the information she currently knew.
The mandatory plots in the narration all revolve around this murder case. If the copy of Evil Mind did not deliberately arrange irrelevant plots, the "special items" required to pass the level must be related to the case.
Maybe she needs to uncover the truth before she can find the special item.
The problem is, she is now confined to her home and cannot go out at all... That school is an important clue no matter how you look at it!
She sighed, got up from the bed reluctantly, walked to the entrance of the living room, and tried to push open the door.
[Currently available location: XX University. ]
Unlike the usual unresponsive iron gate, a school icon suddenly appeared in front of her.
Was she finally able to go out because she saw the report about the school?
Click the icon and the familiar system tone will sound again.
[Movement failed, please go out before 18:00. 】
…It seems like the game Chen Ye described, where even going out has a time limit.
I looked up at the clock and it was almost 11pm, which was long past the time specified by the system.
She browsed the web while waiting until midnight when she felt sleepy and then lay down peacefully on the bed.
…
Just like in her dream last night, she returned to the crime scene.
Nothing seemed to have changed here, but she saw shoe prints left in the forest during last night's exploration.
And the dark creature's position has slightly changed.
Although the opponent was still blocked outside the air wall, the position of the air wall had obviously changed.
Yesterday she lay on the air wall and observed for a long time, leaving messy footprints on the spot. But now, those footprints are outside the air wall and she can't get close.
So, her range of activities in the dream was shrinking, and the monster was approaching her step by step...
Her eyes fell on the dead plants next to the monster. She pondered for a moment and opened her system backpack.
But the system didn't respond.
Not to mention the backpack, even the most basic system page cannot be opened.
Is it because this is a dream that the system cannot be used? But can a dream really be so real that it can restore every trace she left last night?
Cecia pulled out a piece of grass casually, but failed to use the confirmation function, and the system was still silent.
What if this is not an ordinary dream, but some kind of strange space?
Here, she had no ability to protect herself. Her range of activities was gradually shrinking, and the dark creatures would get closer and closer to her until they could touch her.
By then, she will become like the rotting plants around her, turning into a pool of smelly mud.
Thinking of her tragic ending, she did not panic at all. Instead, she sat down against the air wall.
Before entering the dungeon, Black Cat had said that she might be disturbed by the evil thoughts in the dungeon. But the information given was too simple, and she only needed to find a special item, and even the number of confirmations was unlimited.
It seems that this copy does not seem to be dangerous at all.
Even if she had no clues and stayed in the room, there would be no problem.
But having no limit is the biggest limit.
The copy runs according to certain rules. Neither the Black Cat nor the Evil Thoughts can completely control the copy. The Black Cat cannot allow her to pass the copy directly, and the Evil Thoughts cannot kill her directly.
So, this dream came into being.
During the day, everything was peaceful, allowing her to eat and drink leisurely in her room. But at night, a monster that would kill anyone who touched it would approach her step by step.
If she didn't pay attention to this dream, she would be killed by the evil thoughts without knowing it.
She stood up, measured her range of motion with her stride, and roughly calculated the speed at which the air wall was contracting.
Five days, she has at most five days left.
After waking up this time, she would definitely die when she was pulled into the dream for the fifth time.
She exhaled heavily to keep her mind calm.
Perhaps it was some evil thought that did something, there was no clue within the range where she could move, as if some trace had been deliberately erased.
However, the pitch-black monster is different.
The monster was closer to the air wall, and she could see its entire appearance clearly - there was something like a brand hanging around the monster's neck.
The specific text was not clear, but she recognized it at a glance from the ID photo next to it.
Although there was some dirt on it, she had been looking at the murderer's face for a whole day and could recognize it even if it turned into ashes.
Not only that, there was a bloody arm hanging on the rope connecting the name tag.
The black monster is the murderer? Then whose arm is on its neck?
It has all its limbs intact, it can't be its own.
Could it be that the victim's...murderer jumped into the river to save someone, but was dragged into the river and drowned?
With all sorts of messy thoughts filling her mind and no more clues about the monster, Cecilia simply lay down where she was and relaxed her tense nerves.
No matter whose hand that was, it showed that the murderer's death was related to someone else and it couldn't have been suicide.
The dark mucus on the other person's body, which was similar to the river water in the dream, and the date of death on the day the photo was taken, all pointed to the same fact.
The murderer died in the same river as the victim.
Cecia yawned, turned over and faced the monster.
A crazy idea sprouted in my mind and became stronger and stronger, growing like a weed in my heart.
Should she really do this? If she guessed wrong, the worst outcome would be death. But she always felt that she could discover something by doing this.
She wanted to confirm her suspicions.
She suddenly got up from the ground, approached the foul-smelling river, and tentatively put her feet in.
The sticky liquid swarmed up like hungry fish, wrapping around her right foot tightly. She had to use a lot of effort to break free.
This thing is really dangerous.
Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and a hint of excitement flashed in his scarlet eyes.
However, it is not like the liquid on the monster's body, which will corrode you if you touch it.
If that's all, you can take a gamble...
The corners of her mouth twisted upward unnaturally, she leaned forward and plunged into the dark river.
Perhaps because she did not struggle, the strange mucus did not cause any hindrance and she quickly sank to the bottom of the river.
The unpleasant smell filled her nose, and those disgusting things wrapped around her body. The feeling of oppression spread all over her body. It was useless to struggle. She couldn't breathe, and her consciousness became blurred.
The next second, all the painful feelings disappeared and she returned to the river bank.
It was not the river bank before she jumped into the river, but the river bank where she initially entered the dream, where she could see the bridge and take pictures.
Her clothes were clean as new, without any signs of contact with the black slime, and not even a wrinkle.
It's like returning to the starting point after death and resurrecting.
Although jumping into the river was risky, it also verified her idea.
Here, you will only die if you are touched by the dark monster.
Moreover, the experience just now was similar to the dream she had the night before.
An indescribable feeling of suffocation, coupled with the feeling of having his limbs entangled... Perhaps this is what the murderer felt before he died?
If this assumption is true, the thought of "I will definitely kill ■" that appeared in her mind should also be the murderer's thought.
■Are you referring to her?
Once the breakthrough was discovered, a series of events went smoothly.
She was indeed discovered by the murderer while taking pictures, but for some reason the murderer failed to catch her. Instead, she fell into the river and drowned with the victim.
The murderer thought it was her problem and that she was the cause of the other person's death, so he still hated her before he died and turned into a monster.
If they were just strangers, they probably wouldn't have such strong hatred. There must have been some kind of entanglement between them when they were students...
Eight o'clock in the morning.
When she woke up again, she didn't look at the clock immediately.
The face seemed to be blocked by something, and all that could be seen was a blur of white.
She reached out and lifted the thing from her face.
...Covering her face with white paper, is he trying to suffocate her?
She wanted to throw it away, but the words written on it attracted her attention.
That is the language of the demons, and only the black cat in the copy can write it.
"To Cecia:
The souls of the teddy bear and Black have been successfully stripped away. Once you successfully clear the dungeon, you can put the souls back into the □□. But the moment the souls are taken out, the pollution goes out of control and merges with the evil thoughts of the dungeon, using it as a carrier to break free from the shackles of the black cube. "
"They are heading to the instance you are in. The system is in chaos right now, so I can't leave. I have to stay in the control room to suppress the loophole. Be careful and clear the instance as soon as possible."
The handwriting looked very sloppy, probably written in a hurry.
Pollution and evil merged?
This thing is like a disgusting parasite. It needs to rely on something else to survive no matter where it is.
Cecia made a disgusted sound, used the [Word Speaker] to burn the paper, and changed her plan to go out directly.
She turned on her computer and the narration started at an inopportune moment.
[Continuous dreams make you believe that the murderer will not let you go even if he turns into a ghost. The nervous mood makes you unable to go directly to school, but open the computer to continue searching for relevant news.]
【This time, there is indeed a new discovery. 】
The short broadcast ended, the body regained freedom, and the computer screen remained on a certain news item.
"In the early morning, a tourist found a body on the shore. The initial cause of death was determined to be drowning. According to the investigation, the person was a student of XX University. The body was missing an arm, which has not been found yet."
Missing an arm? It matches the broken arm in the dream.
She continued to browse and found a photo of the deceased when he was alive. The stranger looked exactly like the stranger in the photo of three people she saw yesterday.
In other words, "she", the murderer and the victim all knew each other and seemed to have a good relationship, or at least had worked in the same project team.
The murderer and the victim died on the same day, but the murderer's body was found before yesterday and no report was made, except for an additional line of death time.
What does the different treatment of the two mean?
Rubbing her hair irritably, she took out the photos taken at that time again.
It's strange to say, she just looked down at the photo for less than five seconds, and when she looked up, the murderer had disappeared on the bridge.
Even if the opponent's speed was comparable to Bolt's, he wouldn't run off the bridge so quickly.
Moreover, the barriers on both sides of the bridge are made of transparent glass, so the murderer has nowhere to hide...
Forget it, she should just go to school and take a look.
After fruitless thinking, Cecia walked to the entrance, turned the handle, and pushed open the door, but it was not the corridor of the building, but the university campus.
Taking a deep breath of fresh air, the warm sunshine fell on her body. She hadn't felt the outside world for a long time.
Of course, the damp and sticky riverside in the dream does not count.
[The player has moved to the location "XX University", please pay attention to the time, you will be forced to return to "home" at 22:00. ]
Although she had been to the school, she had never experienced it before and had no memory of it.
Fortunately, she wrote down the names of the murderer and the deceased.
"Classmate, do you know——"
Before Cecia could finish her words, she was interrupted by a scream.
The classmate who was stopped by her for questioning had an admiring look on his face. He looked at her face repeatedly with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
"Are you Senior Cecilia? You are Senior Cecilia, right?"
The girl took her hand and shook it up and down excitedly.
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