After passing through the secret passage behind the study, the two arrived at a yellow door.
"The door to the villa before was blue. Do you change the door for each area?" Yin Zhu looked at the rust spots along the passageway that eventually led to the door. "If I rub off this rust, would that be considered vandalism?"
As she spoke, Yin Zhu waved her hand, but there was still some distance between them, so they didn't make full contact.
"you guess?"
Wei Chuxing uttered the two words that many people hate most in their lives.
“Then I guess it doesn’t count.” Yin Zhu liked this kind of fool who handed over the right to speak to her. “Because there was dust in other areas before, stepping on it a few times wouldn’t count as damage—it should all have been created by your illusion. How can you damage something that doesn’t exist?”
"Then you give it a try." Wei Chuxing stopped pretending and simply gave up.
Yin Zhu wasn't so idle as to help paint the walls of a haunted house; he simply went to the door, pushed it, and pulled it, and the door opened.
"Can't this door be made two-way? What if a tourist is carrying something and can't easily move the handle?" Yin Zhu knew she couldn't beat Wei Chuxing, but mentally tormenting him was easy, so she immediately started trash-talking:
"I'm not trying to cause trouble, but look at this haunted house of yours. Its only danger comes from the clown. Without the clown, who would be afraid?"
"I'm not bragging, but my house outside the amusement park is scarier than yours."
"If you ask me, haunted houses need to add more background information and create some suspense to keep visitors interested. Otherwise, tsk tsk tsk—"
"Are you going in or not?" Wei Chuxing wondered if he was so angry that his temples were throbbing. "Otherwise, you and your weirdo can just stand here and wait for the clown to come back."
Yin Zhu touched her nose and opened the door completely. In an instant, all the mannequins inside looked towards the doorway, their emotionless eyes fixed on Yin Zhu and Wei Chuxing. An eerie atmosphere flowed through the deathly silence.
"This is...an office?"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yin Zhu braced herself and entered the room, quickly taking in the layout.
The neatly arranged desks and chairs and modern equipment inside reflect the quality and professionalism of the office. Various certifications and company slogans hang on the walls, reminding employees to work diligently.
The various documents, laptops, and other items are arranged in an orderly manner, making the office look neat and organized. The entire space exudes an atmosphere of efficiency, seriousness, and professionalism.
"Hello everyone, I'm new here."
Yin Zhu pretended to be lively and cheerful and greeted the mannequins.
Strangely enough, after Yin Zhu greeted them, the mannequin turned its head back to its workstation. For a moment, a faint, oppressive atmosphere filled the office; apart from the sound of keyboard typing, there was no other noise.
"Will they hit people?" Yin Zhu looked at the mannequins with some wariness. They looked like they were made of plastic, but it would still hurt if they were hit.
"you guess?"
"I guess not."
“You guessed wrong,” Wei Chuxing replied with a smile.
"Damn it, I knew it." Yin Zhu cursed. After all, she could only interpret uncertain rules. If it had been set to move from the beginning, then Yin Zhu wouldn't have had the right to interpret them.
"Could Mu Yunsheng be in this area?"
"you guess?"
"...I understand, he's not here."
Yin Zhu sensed that Wei Chuxing was very uncooperative, but fortunately she had never expected anything from him.
Wei Chuxing is like the host of a tabletop role-playing game, or a programmer of a video game. He enthusiastically creates difficulties for the players and drives the plot, but he generally doesn't interfere with the players' progress.
As for the previous act of luring the Joker away...
Let's just call it a plot-driven kill, where the system controls the NPCs to boost the player's favorability. Even without seeing the comments, Yin Zhu could tell from Mu Yunsheng's reaction how much his actions could increase favorability.
But I'm sorry, I have no feelings.
Yin Zhu couldn't help but glance at him, leaving Wei Chuxing completely bewildered.
The office is the third area, representing work.
Wei Chuxing grew up in a church, and after becoming independent, she had her own house and job. So what is the last area? A cemetery?
It doesn't seem like it, after all, he's still far from death.
Once you get used to the mannequins in the office area, the level of terror doesn't seem so high anymore. Yin Zhu easily found her "own" workstation among the group of mannequins, which was also the only empty desk.
Besides the essential computer keyboard, there was a glass of water and a framed photo of several people on the desk. Several sheets of paper were pressed under the keyboard, seemingly with something written on them.
Yin Zhu had no intention of looking at the paper; she was simply interested in Wei Chuxing's pathetic life.
If you only pile up the unfortunate parts, Yin Zhu could force herself to create a tragic past where she was neglected by her parents at home from a young age, could only please them to get their attention, was bullied at school, kept hitting walls at work, and was eventually chosen by someone unspeakably to enter a dungeon and risk her life. But that wouldn't be the complete picture of her.
True misfortune lies in focusing solely on one's own unhappiness while failing to see one's own happiness.
Aside from the guaranteed drop rate in gacha pulls, Yin Zhu rarely felt that she had bad luck; she was just immune to all kinds of lucky draws... *sobs* Yin Zhu secretly wiped away tears.
Wei Chuxing didn't smile in the group photo, but the others who were arm in arm with him had exceptionally bright smiles.
Judging from their clothing and body proportions, these people don't resemble school uniforms at all; they're probably from university or working life. Two of them look quite wealthy, one looks rather poor, and the rest are rather ordinary.
So who are they?
Yin Zhu turned to look at Wei Chuxing: "Is this your colleague or your friend?"
"you guess?"
Silently repeating "Be patient on someone else's turf, respect the dead" three times, Yin Zhu suppressed the urge to beat him up and started wandering around the office again.
The office is not the entirety of the third area; there are also restrooms, a rest area, a gym, and the boss's office.
"Your company is pretty good."
As Yin Zhu walked, she sighed, recalling how she had once dreamed of becoming a white-collar worker in a big company, but unfortunately, her major didn't match the company's requirements, so she didn't get the job.
It's not that she never went to any companies. She did work for one company, but the work pressure was too great. She had to work overtime every day, and every colleague seemed to be in a very irritable state, as if they would explode at the slightest provocation. This made Yin Zhu seriously suspect that she would develop depression before she could get a promotion and a raise.
Most importantly, one night while taking a shower, Yin Zhu discovered that a large clump of her hair had fallen out.
Is she going to go bald at such a young age?
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