Being too ferocious because of caution

Chapter 544 Interview with the "Man in the Painting" (Part 2)

"Next interviewee."

The ghost housekeeper said.

The man who was originally ranked third was timid and did not dare to enter.

He lost his strength and courage.

He looked at the room with a strong smell of blood and did not dare to go in.

But now he had no choice.

The ghost housekeeper appeared behind him without knowing when, picked him up, and threw him into the room.

Bang!

The door closed.

The hearts of the people were shaking.

The third person was Huang Gou.

The ugly and hunchbacked guy.

He was unwilling to go in because he felt that he would die.

But now, he had no choice.

Huang Gou followed the smell of blood to the front of the female ghost, looked at the stunning woman, and asked tremblingly:

"What's your name?"

The female ghost raised her eyelids slightly.

"Finally someone asked me my name..."

"The two guys before were very keen to show me themselves as soon as they came in."

Huang Gou smiled bitterly:

"I don't have anything to show you."

The female ghost smiled and said:

"My name is Mesa."

"People like you must have suffered a lot of cold eyes and ridicule along the way?"

Huang Gou was silent for a moment.

"This is normal."

"People in the outside world are very hypocritical."

Mesha asked curiously:

"How hypocritical?"

Huang Gou carefully glanced at the female ghost and the sticky flesh and blood on the ground nearby, and continued:

"On the one hand, you mock others for being appearance-conscious, and on the other hand, you look at ugly ghosts like me with contempt and disgust..."

Mesha asked:

"Do you hate that kind of look?"

Huang Gou replied:

"Lord Mesha, a peerless beauty like you probably won't experience the feeling that the other party only needs one look to leave invisible but deep bone trauma on your body."

Mesha's fingertips gently stroked her lips, stared at Huang Gou for a long time, and said lightly:

"Okay, you can go out."

Huang Gou was suddenly happy when he heard this!

He... survived?

"Lord Mesha... you let me go?"

Huang Gou was a little unbelievable.

How could such a peerless beauty like the other party be interested in him?

When he looked again, he suddenly saw a hint of indifferent pity in Mesa's eyes.

This pity suddenly hurt Huang Gou.

He didn't wait for Mesa's reply, and turned away numbly like a zombie.

After Huang Gou left, everyone's faces showed shock and surprise.

In their opinion, Huang Gou was the least likely to survive.

But he survived!

"How is it?"

Someone looked at the distraught Huang Gou and asked.

Huang Gou came back to his senses and saw the eagerness in the other's eyes, but he didn't say a word.

The trace of pity in Mesa's eyes just now made Huang Gou suddenly realize that he was still the ugly ghost who was despised by others.

Mesa didn't kill him, not because she thought he was interesting, but because she thought that his ugly death in the manor was a pollution to the manor.

Mesa's words to let him leave were not to tell him that you passed the interview.

But... let him leave Norton Manor.

Everything here has nothing to do with him.

When passing by the ghost housekeeper, Huang Gou deliberately turned his head to look at the ghost housekeeper.

The other party looked away.

There was disgust in his eyes.

"CNM!"

Huang Gou cursed in his heart.

At this time, he felt that he might as well die in Norton Manor.

Everyone saw him walking away in a daze, and didn't care much, just thinking that he passed the interview.

So many people couldn't help but wonder:

"Could it be that the female ghost has a stronger taste?"

The ghost housekeeper shouted:

"The fourth one..."

Everyone walked in one by one.

There were originally 17 people in front of Zhao Yi.

Except for Huang Gou who left Norton Manor, only 8 people passed the interview.

Zhao Yi was the last interviewee.

When it was his turn, the bloody smell in the room where the female ghost was could no longer be described as strong.

The survivors looked at Zhao Yi with a teasing look, until he entered the ghost girl's room, the survivor in front of him said in a voice of taking advantage of the situation:

"I tell you, Zhao Yi is probably going to die..."

Someone on the side asked curiously:

"Why do you think so?"

The survivor replied:

"We survivors are all wearing red clothes... Look, aren't you wearing red clothes too?"

"The ghost girl wears a red skirt, which means she likes red, but Zhao Yi wears white. He has lost too much in the first impression."

The person on the side suddenly realized and said in fear:

"Fortunately, I like red too. It's an accident!"

The trialist glanced at him and sneered in his heart:

"Idiot!"

...

After entering the room, Zhao Yi slowly walked to the hall.

The ground was full of broken flesh and bones.

They were scattered all over the ground here, and one could vaguely see a few eyeballs still frightened among the broken flesh and blood.

Zhao Yi did not dodge, stepped on an eyeball and came to the front of the female ghost.

"You are a very sincere person."

Zhao Yi praised.

The ghost girl raised her eyes, her tone was a little impatient:

"When you guys hook up with girls, do you like to start with false compliments?"

"It's really too greasy."

Zhao Yi smiled and asked:

"Can I sit down?"

The ghost girl waved gently.

The blood mud on the sofa behind Zhao Yi dissipated and became clean again.

After he sat down, he said:

"This is not a false compliment. You said you were bored and lonely before. Now looking at these corpses, I know... you are really bored and lonely."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhao Yi... What should I call you?"

The ghost girl raised her beautiful eyebrows:

"Mesha."

"I have a question."

"From what you said, you should be a very careful person, so why..."

Zhao Yi smiled and continued:

"Why are they all wearing red, but I am wearing white, right?"

At this moment, Mesha saw the light in Zhao Yi's eyes.

After more than a dozen interviews, the originally numb heart was slightly interested.

"I'm waiting for your explanation."

"I don't like white very much. If you don't have a good explanation, you will immediately become part of the minced meat on the ground."

Zhao Yi looked into Meisha's eyes:

"I wear white because I think... the red color of the wardrobe doesn't look good."

Mesha frowned slightly:

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Yi smiled and slowly unbuttoned his chest, revealing his pale skin.

He picked up the fruit knife on the table, wiped the stains on it with a napkin, and slowly cut his chest under the ghost's puzzled eyes.

The sharpness of the blade cut Zhao Yi's chest skin without hindrance, and even left a mark on the sternum.

The blood slowly flowed out like red wine and flowed downwards.

The blood soaked Zhao Yi's white shirt, leaving a thrilling color.

The purest white.

The most vivid red.

There was no trace of pain on Zhao Yi's handsome face. The blade danced on his chest and carved a rose.

White rose stained with blood.

"It's beautiful... right?"

Zhao Yi said to the ghost who was staring at his chest in a trance.

Mesa's eyes hid a complex look, and her tone was mocking and regretful:

"It is beautiful... but unfortunately, such a beautiful red will soon deteriorate."

Zhao Yi smiled slightly:

"So, I want to give it to you in person."

"I can't give you a rose that never fades, but I can give you... the breathtaking beauty when it blooms."

PS: There is one more chapter.

Don't worry, there is no heroine, and I won't be a scumbag.

I will write another chapter and go to sleep.

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