She can do whatever she wants with top-notch charm in game of death

As soon as Fu Guanmo got home, he found Tong Mu sitting on the bed alone.

Seeing him come in, surprise flashed across his face.

Fu Guanmo stared at her red eyes, feeling a little confused.

"Did I disturb you?"

Tong Mu nodded, "What happened outside?"

Fu Guanmo turned off the light, took off his clothes and lay down.

"Same as before."

Fu Guanmo told Tong Mu what happened every night before.

Tong Mu was a little surprised, "So, what happened at her door tonight?"

Fu Guanmo was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Broken hand."

Tong Mu: "?!"

Fu Guanmo: "It's a prosthetic limb, a replica of a severed hand. The workmanship is very good and the workmanship is very realistic."

Tong Mu said oh, then she was a little regretful that she didn't see it.

"Go to sleep, we are all safe today."

After saying this, Fu Guanmo became quiet again.

In fact, he always reveals clues to Tong Mu intentionally or unintentionally.

After all, he is the one who really wants Tong Mu to survive.

Tong Mu also closed his eyes and lay quietly on the bed.

They both had their own thoughts and neither slept well.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Tong Mu spoke softly.

"I'm serious about what happened this afternoon."

"I did not lie to you."

As she said this, she was a little confused, "Actually, you are really worried about my life safety, that's why I said so much."

"The world I saw was so terrifying. I think no one wants to live in fear every day."

"And games, it will bring me a moment of peace."

"Anyway, I don't really want to quit this game now."

The bedroom was very quiet, except for the sound of two people breathing.

Tong Mu held his breath for a moment and didn't hear his reply.

She breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "I said it anyway, whether you heard it or not, it's your business."

After saying that, she turned over, looked out the window, and fell asleep.

The man was lying upright on the ground. The first day Tong Mu saw his sleeping posture, she sighed that she would not be so upright even if she was lying in the coffin after death.

At this moment, he was looking at the ceiling quietly, his dark eyes were unwavering, and he could not see any emotion.

I don’t know how much he heard what he just said.

The fog outside was so thick that other houses could not be seen clearly.

Although there was fog in the past, you could still see the buildings around Tongzi Tower clearly.

Thick fog has completely surrounded this small building. According to Tongmu's guess, when he wakes up tomorrow morning, the thick fog will overflow into the corridor.

She sighed, put on the mask, and wrote down a few notes in her notebook.

I don't know if this is a hint.

Tong Mu always felt that when the thick fog completely entered the small building and eroded all the houses, it would be time for them to fail to clear the dungeon and everyone would die.

She wrote softly and suddenly remembered what Fu Guanmo said last night.

He said we are safe here.

Tong Mu stopped writing and bit the tip of the pen gently.

Listening to the sound last night, there should be a lot of people running to the fourth floor, including many players.

Does this mean...

Their floor is indeed very safe.

Tong Mu opened the door, put on his coat and hat, and was about to go out.

Fu Guanmo came out with a bowl, his expression still as cold as ever.

"Have a meal."

Tong Mu stopped walking out, turned around and walked to the kitchen to get milk.

Fu Guanmo took a sip of milk and looked calm.

"Where are you going today?'

"Same as usual."

Tong Mu took a bite of the bread, tore off the edge and put it aside.

Fu Guanmo would ask her about her arrangements every morning, and Tong Mu was used to it.

Fu Guanmo put down his cup, picked up the bread, and started eating slowly.

"Today, you may not be able to chat with Uncle Wang."

Tong Mu raised his head in surprise, "Why?"

"That fog outside." Fu Guanmo stretched out his hand and pointed out the window, "No one can guarantee what is in that thick fog."

Tong Mu was silent and slowly ate the bread.

The later the game gets, the tighter the time becomes.

Fu Guanmo doesn't have so many messy problems, and he has one of the few communication meetings between the two of them at the dining table every day.

"You should be lucky that you took protective measures when you discovered the clues early."

Fu Guanmo pointed out something and glanced at the mask she put aside.

Tong Mu felt very congested and bit her bread in frustration.

"So, starting from today, the character design will be broken, right?"

Fu Guanmo nodded, "From now on, you are yourself, no need to pretend to be anyone else."

There is no need to pretend to be someone else, Tong Mu is indeed very satisfied.

But what follows is the danger she should face as a gamer.

Fu Guanmo put down the bread, picked up the milk and drank it all in one gulp.

"At the same time, you should start to be vigilant. Since you are no longer a child, you will not be protected by her identity. Do you understand?"

Tong Mu nodded, "Then I won't go out today."

Fu Guanmo nodded, feeling particularly satisfied with her decision.

He stood up and gave orders.

"After dinner, clean the bowl."

As he spoke, he paused.

"Have you never done any housework at home before?"

Tong Mu was confused and nodded.

When her parents saw her touching these things, they screamed "baby" and felt distressed for a long time.

Outside the game, she is a rich second generation, but inside the game, she is just an ordinary wage earner.

Fu Guanmo tilted his head, with an expression that was indeed true.

"After washing the dishes, I also washed the pot of hot milk. I washed everything dirty in the kitchen."

"Washing dishes is more than just washing dishes. All housework must be done cleanly."

Tong Mu was confused and watched him enter the bedroom.

Isn’t washing dishes just washing dishes?

Do the pots need to be washed too?

The pot was so white that she couldn't tell whether it had been used or not...

…

On the other side, Du Jun and Fatty took advantage of the night to return to the room.

After a tiring night, the fat man still slept soundly.

Du Jun opened the curtains and looked outside. The fog was thick.

He felt very uneasy.

"Zhao He, Zhao He, wake up quickly!"

He returned to the bed and shook the fat man vigorously.

Zhao He opened his eyes in a daze, "Are there... any ghosts?"

Du Jun: "No, there are no ghosts. Zhao He, look outside!"

When he heard that there were no ghosts, Zhao He's expression immediately changed and he became extremely impatient.

"What's so good to see outside, so early in the morning, that we can't let anyone sleep?!"

After saying that, he pulled off the quilt and turned over.

Du Jun looked at him, a little helpless.

The fog was getting thicker day by day, and he was very worried.

I always felt that when the fog surrounded them, everyone would be doomed.

Someone has already gone to inquire about it, and none of the players who ran into the woman's house came back.

Most likely they were killed.

The blood that was shed was all theirs.

Du Jun was very worried and opened the refrigerator, but there was no food in it.

There are only a few expired cans left.

He glanced at Zhao He's room, sighed, and then went to the kitchen to cook.