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[This positive healing buff is from me, how about that?]
The voice in my head didn't sound like K's lazy management style; instead, it was serious and rigid.
But he has no mind to think about that now.
"Have the results been released yet?"
Gu Xinglan quickly asked in her mind.
For an administrator to personally come to the task involving over a hundred participants, it means he must be either the first or the last.
[That’s right.]
[Rest assured, I've brought you nothing but good news today.]
[Firstly, you've progressed 0.5% of the hidden storyline, and you'll receive a skill card.]
"Skill Card?"
Now that he's a host, he really needs that skill card.
"and then?"
[You're second, you're first.]
Upon hearing this, Gu Xinglan almost jumped up from the ground!
Finally, there's something that can make him happy!
[Also, thirdly, you have great potential and a bright future. It would be a waste to let your talent be squandered like this, so...]
"Do I no longer need to accumulate playtime?"
[Don't push your luck. I'll be issuing tasks that grant you more time in the future to increase your margin for error.]
Upon hearing this, Gu Xinglan pondered to herself.
Hidden storylines require time and effort to explore.
If successful, he will receive the "golden finger" that the system mentioned.
And the "golden finger" is most likely the guarantee of his life safety.
Wouldn't it be better to completely eliminate the possibility of him being erased?
Although she was thinking it, Gu Xinglan didn't say it out loud.
[Human, you have eighteen hours left to survive. I'm giving you your first task now.]
[1. Threat Task Target]
2. Forced task objects
3. Strike the target.
Almost all three verb prefixes are on the edge of morality...
"What will happen if I don't do it?"
[You have no choice but to do it. If you succeed, you will gain 24 hours; otherwise, at some point the next day, you will be killed by a car, die from gas poisoning, or encounter a serial killer, etc.]
They pressured him again.
Gu Xinglan smiled bitterly to herself and said "good" three times.
*
"Young Master, are you there?"
"I've left the first-aid kit at your door."
The butler's voice rang out from outside the door, and then the muffled footsteps faded into the distance.
The administrator in my head left after speaking.
Gu Xinglan lay motionless on the carpet, and as she heard the sounds outside, her consciousness gradually returned.
Should the butler bring the medicine box over?
Is this medicine kit meant for anyone else besides him, the patient with a fever?
Could it be true, as the system says, that Li Hetai, this cold-hearted and ruthless man, has been influenced by him?
...He would rather Li Hetai resent him more and more than be used as a savior by the other party again.
Because it means he will repeat the same mistakes he made in his previous life.
**
As the night deepened, the temperature dropped.
"Li Hetai, are you painting?"
A scalding hot body slowly approached, and my back was inexplicably tinged with heat.
Li Hetai put away his pen, flipped over the painting on the table, and put it away.
The breath coming from beside my ear was almost tangible.
"Li Hetai, you're such an ingrate! I kindly cooked noodles for you, why didn't you eat them?"
The bottom of the porcelain bowl rubbed against the table, making a "squeaking" sound.
It's like testing the limits step by step.
Finally, there were a few loud "ping-pong" sounds.
The glass bowl shattered on the ground, the sticky noodles scattered everywhere, not to mention the uneven tomato sauce, its bright red color now a nauseating stain.
The person behind me spoke calmly, but their actions were like those of a madman trapped in a nightmare, lost in their own delusions.
This man's current deranged state is strikingly similar to that of the woman who was imprisoned in the villa for over a decade.
Li Hetai sat quietly in the chair.
He waited for the person behind him to grab his neck, pull his ears, and verbally abuse him mercilessly.
……
I waited for so long that my fingers started to twitch.
Li Hetai moved, slowly turning his neck backward, his eyes meeting the white fabric behind him.
But the next second, a gust of wind swept in.
The pain that palm inflicted on his face was still vivid in his mind.
One second, two seconds.
It didn't hit his face.
Li Hetai coldly raised his head.
The first thing you see is that mouth.
Like a candied fruit stained with poison, it opens and closes: "Why are you painting? Can't you see I'm sick?"
"ungrateful wretch..."
"A heartless devil..."
"They've lost their conscience..."
The pale hand passed through him and reached for the fragile piece of paper.
The paper was covered with dense, almost entirely black shadows.
You can make out that they are human figures, standing in rows, upright in the picture.
"Why won't you speak? I've poured my heart out to you before, and this is your punishment for ignoring me."
A hissing sound rang out.
The paper was torn in two.
Through the torn gaps, Li Hetai's dark and cold eyes shone through.
"It's just a piece of waste paper."
The speaker seemed to notice and chuckled.
In an instant, a series of tearing, cracking sounds rang out.
The two halves of the paper were shattered into countless pieces, which were thrown upwards and fell down, sliding across Li Hetai's face piece by piece.
A whisper, like the wailing of a white-faced ghost, drifted through the air: "Cook me a bowl of noodles, or you won't be sleeping tonight."
He was practically dragged out.
With a loud bang, the door opened rapidly and then slammed shut again.
Li Hetai's numb feet, along with the ridiculous-looking first-aid kit by the door, all tumbled forward.
The person slid a distance across the ceramic floor.
The skin where my palm and wrist meet is almost scraped off.
The person who fell to the ground, like a rotten, diseased tree, was twisted and lifeless, remaining in that position for a long time...
This person deserves to die, but not now.
His lingering gaze was like a bottomless pool of ink, lifeless and stinking.
If someone makes eye contact with it, they will be irrevocably drawn into it, slowly swallowed by the endless darkness and dampness, never to see the light of day, and dying silently.
Li Hetai slowly got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and moved unhurriedly.
There was no indication that anything had just happened.
His face was calm to the point of being indifferent, but upon closer inspection, there was even a faint curve at the corner of his mouth, almost an illusion at first glance.
A chill permeated the long, empty corridor.
……
Gu Xinglan, inside the door, squatted on the ground, silent.
He cupped his hands around the paper he had just torn up.
System: [Host...don't be sad.]
"Which eye of yours saw that I was sad?"
Gu Xinglan kept a straight face, picked up the crumbs, and threw them all into the trash can without hesitation.
System: [So, host, are you enjoying this?]
"Do you think I can feel any pleasure?" Gu Xinglan hurriedly moved her feet to the glass shards and picked them up one by one.
Before I knew it, a shard of glass cut my palm.
It looked like an extra red line on his palm, stretching the flesh of his palm in thin strands, with beads of blood constantly oozing out.
"It's hard to say..." Gu Xinglan stared at the wound for a while, then murmured softly, "I think I'm starting to panic."
I can't explain why I'm panicking.
Was he afraid that Li Hetai would take a short knife and kill him in the middle of the night?
Or is it his own conscience that's tormenting him?
Neither is the most accurate.
The human brain naturally contains brain structures that can generate various emotions.
Moreover, some people live in an environment of uncertainty and insecurity for extended periods of time.
External stimuli come one after another, and eventually, even small things like forgetting to bring a water bottle, forgetting to send a message, or forgetting to make a phone call can become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
Gu Xinglan couldn't help but wonder which one would be the final straw that broke his back.