Chapter 135 Chapter 135 Game over, passionate confession? ...
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The candlelight illuminated the doll's face, and the mirror reflected the smooth black hair and the collar that intersected on the chest. The gold thread hidden in the light pink lotus embroidery on the collar appeared in streams of light under the candlelight.
Dazai Osamu looked at the mirror, gently stroked his face, and his brows softened.
Suddenly, he looked stunned and shook his head as if he wanted to throw something away.
"Am I a pervert..."
Dazai Osamu pressed his forehead, sensing the power within the puppet, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"So that's it. This level is essentially a puzzle game."
The eyes in the mirror were dark and lifeless. He raised his hand and brushed across the mirror, his tone gentle.
"Xiao Qi, it turns out your eyes are stained with my color, that's how it is..."
Dazai Osamu lowered his hands, turned and walked to the window.
Behind him, the body wrapped in Elizabeth's leather suit lay silently on the ground, without any movement.
The wind blew in through the window, blowing up the loose hair on her forehead and the shawl wrapped around her arms.
Dazai Osamu lowered his head, looked at his clothes, and chuckled in curiosity.
Let his soul enter a doll that looks exactly like Xiaoqi.
"The system has a bad taste? This skirt is nice. It looks like something the immortals from the game's Liyue nation would wear. It also resembles traditional Chinese clothing."
Dazai Osamu lifted the hem of his skirt and spun around in place.
The pale yellow skirt is layered and floating, as light as a cloud.
"This is what it feels like for a girl to wear a skirt. Next time, I'll make one for Zhong Ye to wear, and then distribute it to the organization, making it a permanent black history."
Next, how to get out?
Dazai Osamu looked out the window and saw the two-story buildings in the distant village still emitting light.
Suddenly, his face changed and he felt the power surging in his body.
That power was not brutal, but rather gentle.
It's like lying in hot spring water of just the right temperature over your body, making you relax unconsciously.
Dazai Osamu touched his chest with a surprised look.
——"Have you forgotten? I taught you how to use the power of the wind."
In a trance, a young boy's voice seemed to come from the depths of his soul.
Dazai Osamu was not unfamiliar with that voice; it was the voice of Wendy, a character in the game.
Wendy, the young man who always wears green clothes, appears in the continent of Teyvat as a bard.
That is not his real name, but a disguise to walk in the human world.
His true name is Barbatos, the god of Mondstadt, the kingdom of wind.
Dazai Osamu suddenly came back to his senses, frowned slightly, and a look of doubt flashed across his brows.
"Is this voice the puppet's remaining memory?"
He pursed his lips and frowned deeper.
Aren’t puppets created by the system?
There are actually residual memories?
Suddenly, he felt his right hand raised, with his palm facing the window bars.
This was not an action he performed autonomously, but an action initiated by the puppet itself.
The power in the body was mobilized and slowly concentrated in the palm of the right hand.
The next second, a light green spot appeared, and a stream of air appeared, hitting the fence in a vortex shape.
In an instant, the iron fence broke and the puppet's right hand dropped automatically.
Dazai Osamu was startled and tried to raise his right hand, but it was raised again.
He was in control of this body again.
For some reason, after the doll began to move on its own, Dazai Osamu began to understand how to use the power in his body.
This cognition was achieved by unconsciously letting him feel the flow and outburst of power through the use of power just now, thus enabling him to use it.
Dazai Osamu's mind moved and his body floated up.
He sped up and flew out of the window. Just as he passed the window, the broken iron fence floated up again and returned to the window to seal it.
Dazai Osamu looked back and saw the intact fence reflected in his eyes.
He looked at the live broadcast interface and saw that the second round of voting had begun, so he sped up and flew towards where Li Xiaoqi was.
Dazai Osamu came to the door of the two-story building, raised his hand and pushed it open.
The whistling sound of the wind filled the room, and the third round of the game was just beginning.
Li Xiaoqi was wearing a red dress and standing in the middle of the dance hall. A dagger inlaid with rubies was floating in front of her.
At this moment, Dazai Osamu remembered the secret realm created by the previous system, where Li Xiaoqi looked at the dazed expression of the Grass-type Hilichile Shaman.
The cold wind brought him back to his deep thoughts. He rode the wind to Li Xiaoqi, grabbed the dagger and pressed her to the ground.
She didn't react and was trapped under him in a daze.
Dazai Osamu raised the dagger and saw himself in Li Xiaoqi's surprised eyes.
A doll that looked exactly like her, with a cold face and lifeless eyes, was pointing a dagger at her heart.
Dazai Osamu pursed his lips, feeling a dull pain in his heart.
He didn't want to do it, but he had to.
Blood splattered, drawing a beautiful arc, staining his cheek and also dyeing her face red.
The bright red skirt spread out on the ground, and the long silver-white hair hung down.
Li Xiaoqi rarely wears such bright colors, and now she looks particularly charming, especially when her blood sticks to her cheeks.
At this moment, Dazai Osamu suddenly recalled the time when she stepped forward to block the wooden warehouse in the alley near Leibo Street.
Her tearful questioning seemed to ring in his ears, and his hands began to tremble.
Dazai Osamu gripped the dagger tightly, and finally did not let his hand tremble at all.
He knew that if he hesitated, Li Xiaoqi would suffer double the pain.
There was a slight tearing sound from the flesh, and the dagger landed clearly on her chest, at the deepest point.
But the dagger was clearly not hitting him, but it was more painful than if it had stabbed his heart.
“Ahem…”
A painful cough escaped her trembling lips.
"Who are you?"
Li Xiaoqi looked at him in disbelief and asked weakly.
Dazai Osamu's hands began to tremble. He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, wiping away the blood.
"Who do you think I am?"
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[Eh, eh???]
[What the hell, what’s going on! ]
[Xiao-Xiao Qi figure?!]
[Help, did Xiaoqi's figurine kill Xiaoqi? ]
【ah? ? ? 】
【Xiao Qi ahhhh】
This figure is quite exquisite, and is wearing Hanfu? But the shape is a bit strange, like a modified Wei and Jin style.
[In front, you are so calm]
The live broadcast interface was filled with doubts and screams, and the audience couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Li Xiaoqi looked at the puppet on top of him in shock, a look of panic on his face.
The doll stabbed her. The doll looked exactly like her and was wearing fairy-like Hanfu.
What is going on?
"Who do you think I am?"
The puppet spoke, and even its voice matched hers.
Li Xiaoqi looked into the puppet's eyes. The emotion conveyed in those eyes was not warm, but like a ball of black wool rolled into a ball. The deeper he looked, the more dizzy he felt, as if he was about to be sucked in.
Such a look...
"Dazai?"
Li Xiaoqi murmured.
Dazai Osamu opened his lips slightly but said nothing.
He looked at her quietly and nodded slightly.
"Hate me?"
Dazai Osamu asked coldly.
Li Xiaoqi blinked slowly, suddenly remembering the illusion that appeared after the dagger was inserted into his chest before the temple anchor was opened.
At that moment, she seemed to see a dark shadow pressing on her, and the dagger stabbed into her body again and again.
Suddenly, all the doubts in my mind connected at this moment.
"Dead end, dead end...break it with death."
Li Xiaoqi's eyes lit up, and he immediately pushed Dazai Osamu away and sat up.
She lowered her head, skillfully pulled the dagger out of her chest and threw it aside.
“It turns out the system gave us a hint at the very beginning.”
When Dazai Osamu saw Li Xiaoqi jumping around, he looked stunned.
"Xiao Qi?"
"Um?"
Li Xiaoqi looked over and smiled, then she fell silent.
"So, what's with this puppet that looks just like me?"
Dazai Osamu stood up, walked to Li Xiaoqi, leaned over and stretched out his hand.
"Xiao Qi, don't you hate me? Don't you dislike me?"
Li Xiaoqi met his gaze and the smile on his face froze.
She sighed helplessly, grabbed his hand and stood up.
"Hate you? Hate you for stabbing the knife into my heart?"
Li Xiaoqi stood on tiptoe as usual, and when he saw the doll's whorl of hair, he stood up silently and raised his hand to knock on his forehead.
"There's nothing that can be done about it, right? Only if a third party outside the venue breaks in and kills the werewolf, then the game will be ruined."
"Since we can't proceed any further, there's no winner or loser, and no one knows how to play the game. This is the optimal solution for this level."
Dazai Osamu was stunned and laughed softly.
"What's the optimal solution..."
He looked at her with extremely gentle eyes.
"Xiao Qi, why do you know it's me?"
Li Xiaoqi froze, not daring to look him in the eye, and snorted softly, "I guessed."
"It's a lie."
Dazai Osamu raised his hand and, imitating Li Xiaoqi's previous action, gently tapped her forehead.
Li Xiaoqi stuck out his tongue, "I just know it."
Dazai Osamu raised the corners of his lips and shrugged helplessly.
"Hi."
At this moment, the barrage on the live broadcast interface was full of excitement.
[Wow, is it slaughtered?!]
【Ahhhh! Zai realized that he was inside the body of Xiao Qi's doll. What kind of magical setting is this!】
【Huh? ? The doll is Zai? 】
[Did Zai suddenly rush in and kill Qiqi? No, Qiqi is a ghost, the dagger can't be removed]
[A dead end is broken by death? What does that mean? My brain isn't good enough.]
[Oh my god, Zai seems very happy. Xiao Qi recognized him immediately.]
【Ah!!! Dark and twisted, crawling, I kill seven of this tacit understanding!】
[Help, this is a bit delicious]
[Ohhhhhhhh——Zai’s eyes are super gentle, and they tap each other’s foreheads, but this scene… feels a bit like Narcissus.]
[Hahahaha, you are not the only one who thinks of Narcissus]
[Is there any big guy who can explain it to me? I don’t understand what’s going on.]
[+1]
When everyone was confused, a series of red bullet screens began to flash across.
[In short, the levels set by this system were puzzles from the beginning, and the Werewolf game was also a deception. If there really was a winner, then Xiao Qi and the bastard Dazai would be doomed to fail the mission.]
If Xiao Qi is a werewolf, then Muzan Kibutsuji and the others have lost. If they lose and become puppets, they are dead. Doesn't that mean her ongoing mission has no purpose? If the mission target dies, the mission fails and they are wiped out.
[So, this Werewolf game can't determine the winner, and can only be broken by someone outside the game. I think that even though the bastard Dazai is locked up, there must be a secret mechanism that can come out and act as this outsider.]
Dazai Osamu looked at the live broadcast interface and said helplessly: "Chuuya, after all, I am your boss, right?"
【This isn't in the organization! 】
Soon, comments of the same color flashed across the live broadcast interface.
「Ahhh, Chuuya-husband──」
Chuuya is indeed a Hong Kong character with a dark conscience. Now I understand why.
On the screen, a large number of comments such as "husband" and "Yokohama Diva" flashed by, which was really shameless.
However, if she were one of the audience, she would probably do the same.
After all, this is an opportunity to tease a real person, who would let it go?
Mr. Nakahara Chuuya won't be blushing as red as a tomato in front of the screen, right?
Li Xiaoqi laughed softly and was about to say something when he suddenly remembered the mission of delivering intelligence.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry."
She took out the love letter and put it into Dazai's palm.
"What a lousy mission!"
The moment she started cursing, the scene in the hall disappeared and the vision became dim.
The cocoon on the ceiling disappeared, and the figures of Muzan Kibutsuji and his group and Rengoku Kyojuro did not appear here.
Li Xiaoqi seemed to realize something and looked down. The wound on his heart disappeared along with the game scene, and his clothes turned back to his original light green kimono.
She raised her hand and was stunned when she felt the cool temperature in her hair. It was the jade hairpin given to her by Muzan Kibutsuji.
A snoring sound was heard, and Sakata Gintoki was lying straight on the floor, sleeping soundly in the faint moonlight.
"Attention, there are still thirty minutes until the end of the festival."
!!!
Li Xiaoqi quickly looked at Dazai Osamu, and found that he was holding the intelligence newspaper in a daze.
"Dazai, I've liked you for a long time. I love you so much. You are my heart, my liver, my sweetheart... Nana."
Dazai Osamu stared blankly as he read out the words on the paper woodenly.
"ah!!!"
Li Xiaoqi screamed, snatched the newspaper, and said with a red face: "This, this is the system using a text replacement tool, it's not real!"
Dazai Osamu looked at her and was rarely stunned.
"Yeah?"
In the quiet room, Li Xiaoqi and Dazai Osamu looked at each other, wanting to say something but stopping themselves.
"Well... you're pushing against my face, that's really weird."
Li Xiaoqi's mouth twitched, and he spoke with a subtle expression.
Dazai Osamu spread his hands and said, "There's nothing I can do. My body is still lying in the tower, waiting for the brave Xiaoqi to rescue me."
"Also, this doll appeared after the mechanism was unlocked in the tower. I don't know why it looks like you."
As he spoke, he shook the love paper.
The words on the paper disappeared and turned into paragraphs as long as the article.
Dazai Osamu curled his lips, lowered his head, and his face was full of regret.
"Tsk~"
Li Xiaoqi looked at him with a helpless look, "Sometimes I can't tell if you are serious or joking."
"Alright, wake up our new teammate and hurry up to deliver the intelligence. We only have half an hour left, and we still don't know where Mr. Purgatory is right now."
She put her hands on her hips and chattered like a mother educating her son.
Seeing her like this, Dazai Osamu couldn't help laughing out loud.
Sakata Gintoki opened his eyes and a hangover headache came over him.
"It hurts, it hurts. I dreamed I was playing a Werewolf game, and there was a voice telling me I had to team up with a streamer from another world and help them complete a mission before I could return to my own world... I felt like there were so many things in my head..."
He stood up while holding his head, looked at the dark surroundings, and finally his eyes fell on Li Xiaoqi and Dazai Osamu, with a stunned look on his face.
Sakata Gintoki rubbed his eyes, squinted his eyes to look carefully, then raised his hand to rub his eyes again.
"Could it be that you've drunk too much and are hallucinating, young lady?"
"Aren't you the person who appeared in my dream? What's that identical doll next to you... a Stand user? Or an enlarged version of Rozen Maiden?"
Li Xiaoqi laughed and said, "Mr. Yin, this is reality. You've already mentioned it in the game as a dream."
She looked left and right, put her hands to her lips, and lowered her voice, "You have been kidnapped by the system."
Dazai Osamu crossed his arms and turned to look at Sakata Gintoki.
“If we don’t do what the system says, we’ll be erased.”
"The system has stuffed images from previous live broadcasts into your brain. Those are our experiences, so you can understand the situation."
Li Xiaoqi nodded and added, "By the way, that Werewolf game just now wasn't a dream."
As he finished speaking, Sakata Gintoki saw with horror the translucent virtual screen floating between Li Xiaoqi and Dazai Osamu.
The picture above clearly reflects their behavior at the moment. Not only that, there are many viewers watching, many barrages flashed by quickly, and he even saw his own name.
"ha?"
Sakata Gintoki stood there in a daze, his face in his hands, his whole face beginning to fade with shock.
Li Xiaoqi raised his hand to touch his forehead and said helplessly, "Mr. Yin, you seemed to understand the situation quickly in the game just now and even helped me speak up. Do you think you are dreaming?"
Sakata Gintoki shed a wide tear: "What else?"
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