The sickly beauty becomes a god in the horror game

Bai Cha walked to the pile of relics with a bit of confusion, a bit of helplessness and a bit of confusion.

In fact, it is just a suitcase plus a travel bag. The travel bag contains bedding, and the suitcase contains clothes and daily necessities.

Very crude.

"This raincoat was worn by the deceased at the time. We took it off when we found the body and examined it."

The police hesitated for a moment and said: "We will put it away after that. You can see how you deal with it. Just come here and sign, and all these things will be taken away."

Bai Cha moved his lips and stared at the raincoat.

The raincoat is so familiar that it is impossible to pretend not to recognize it.

She held the phone tightly with both hands, wishing it would be deformed by her hold.

She finally looked away with difficulty, trying to look back, then closed her eyes, forcing herself not to look or think too much.

Then she took the pen and wrote her name tremblingly. Because she was shaking, her words were crooked.

There was no way, she didn't know how to read Baixue's handwriting, nor could she imitate this kind of thing, so she could only act like she couldn't write well now.

No details can be revealed.

It took a lot of effort to get to this point.

[Good guy, I thought the man in the raincoat killed Gu Baixue’s father, but it turns out the man in the raincoat is Gu Baixue’s father]

[Suddenly moved from thriller to warm theater]

[It’s...not very warm, right? If it’s discovered that she’s not his daughter at all, she’ll die]

"Can you put the things here first? I have to find someone to move them." Bai Cha said weakly.

She guessed another possibility today. She was so confused and didn't know how to face it. It was normal for her to lose all her energy.

"Okay, you can leave it with us first, but you should take it away as soon as possible."

Bai Cha nodded, and then asked: "Do you have the phone number of the funeral home?"

"Uh... I'll go ask it for you."

There are indeed contact details.

Bai Cha contacted someone and waited in the front hall with another cup of hot water in her hand.

She stared at the water in the cup filled with smoke in despair, her expression complex and unpredictable.

Sometimes he twitches the corners of his mouth as if he wants to smile, and then quickly purses his lips sadly.

She was in pain and entangled, but finally stubbornly and awkwardly chose to remain silent.

She didn't know how to face it.

This guess made her so ashamed.

At the same time she was also angry.

If it was her father, why not just say it?

Since he doesn't say it, then she shouldn't admit it either!!

After a whole set of psychological drama, Bai Cha breathed a sigh of relief and took a sip to cool down the water.

Although the other party probably doesn't know her psychological changes, she has to act.

Otherwise it would be too fake.

People's emotions always fluctuate, and that cannot be deceived, let alone a ghost who has been secretly observing players for who knows how long.

This game has been reincarnated countless times. It can even unfold ten spaces at the same time, and ten players can perform at the same time.

For Gu's father, he has seen countless performances by countless people.

Every detail must be treated with caution.

The people from the funeral home came soon, and Bai Cha got into the mood again.

By the time everything was arranged and taken care of, another day had passed and it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Bai Cha carried the ashes home, his eyes blank, and he wiped the jar from time to time.

Oh, she didn't have any money yet, so she spent it on her credit card.

Gu's father should have seen it. Anyway, he seemed to have a bank card. He also said that he would save money for Gu Baixue and that Bai Cha wouldn't worry about repaying the money, but he would still have to put on a show then.

Tired.

Bai Cha opened the door of the rental house, turned on the light, closed the door, and walked to the living room.

Then she paused.

Because there was a gift box with a pink bow on the table, the one she threw away.

There was no reason to throw it away this time, but now she was the Gu Baixue who was "tangled in pain, guilt, and afraid to face reality."

So she just pursed her lips, then silently put the urn away, looked at the gift box again, and silently entered the bedroom.

[Hey! She is so calm, you don’t need to act anymore, right? 】

[After all, the raincoat man’s identity has been exposed]

[But look at it this way, Raincoat Man is actually safe as long as he plays Gu Baixue well. As the anchor, the only danger is his ex-boyfriend, but Raincoat Man can be used as a fighting force to protect himself, so isn’t this copy stable? 】

[Emmm, it sounds easy. Acting requires talent, right? 】

[Moreover, it may not be stable anymore. The raincoat man has no problem here, but his ex-boyfriend has a big problem, so it has nothing to do with that case.]

[That's right, can ex-boyfriends kill people in their dreams? The host said before that the man in the raincoat saved her... wait... host, are you going to sleep again?????]

[Good guy, you have the most regular schedule among the horror dungeons I have ever seen. Even if people die in your dreams, they can’t stop you from resting on time! 】

[The dungeon only lasts for seven days, and you slept through half of it, awesome!]

[Anchor: Even if the sky falls, don’t try to stop me from sleeping!]

[Anchor: What ex-boyfriend? If you want to kill me, kill me. I’m going to sleep!]

White tea: "..."

Not even that.

She is also worried.

It's not that your body doesn't allow you to rest.

And she didn't lie down to sleep. Wasn't this crying with her head covered?

She still had to pretend that she couldn't sleep because she was tossing and turning. There were so many plays, and she wouldn't be able to fall asleep until she was tired from acting, and she would have to sleep anyway!

But after the performance, I still have to sleep.

Sleeping is dangerous, but it is also an opportunity to experiment.

Let’s see how much Father Gu recognizes her acting skills now and whether he treats her as his daughter.

Bai Cha finally fell asleep while crying.

[She can really sleep]

【ox!】

[Other anchors also slept, but they didn’t feel good]

[Stop talking, there are only three people left now, this live broadcast room anchor should be the last one to die]

【What if someone lives to the end?】

[That’s good, she is the only one who will survive anyway. The other two, one has already fallen into a dream, and the other is being chased by Gu Baixue’s father]

[The brother being chased is also very powerful. He should be the most powerful among the players. But in fact, you can’t blame him for revealing his identity. If you say he is a 1.8 meter tall man, even if he looks like Gu Baixue, then

The problem is that he is also difficult to act]

【Shit, look at it!】

【what? What?】

【Anchor’s bedroom!】

Of course, Bai Cha couldn't see these barrages while she was asleep, but what she could see was the environment around her.

I don’t know when a scene that was half black fog and half water vapor formed around me.

The only thing the two may have in common is cold.

One is magical and the other is physical.

Under this double torture, Bai Cha began to struggle.

It's really cold.

But she couldn't wake up, because now she was pulled into the dream again, and it was still that building.

She was speeding down the stairs.

There was nothing she could do, those monsters were chasing her so hard that she didn't have time to run into the elevator.

Fortunately, only this floor has monsters...

No, Bai Cha soon found that he was thankful too early, as monsters began to crawl up below.

She had to make a turn and ran towards the corridor.

Her physical strength is limited, so the best way is to find a place that can block these monsters, such as if there is a relatively stable room.

It's a pity that the doors of companies in such office buildings are usually made of glass.

The road ahead for white tea is blocked.

"Gu Baixue! Stay with me! Stay with me!"

A sharp voice echoed in her ears.