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Chapter 28 The Scum in the Horror Game 1
In the first small world, after accompanying Bo Mianzhi until he was forty years old, Ling Mo left.

The overall rating is still A.

Although he didn't see the ending, based on Ling Mo's understanding of Bo Mianzhi's obsession, he was probably going to commit suicide as soon as she died.

"Eliminate your emotions." Ling Mo said coldly.

"… plus character memory wipe."

System 618 looked at her in surprise; this was her first time using this function.

But the system was arranged very quickly.

"Next world, let's go."

New world loading...

……

“I’m going crazy.”

"I know this isn't right."

"But I did have thoughts of self-harm."

“This is a square space.”

"It drives me crazy."

“Crying is the most useless thing.”

“I can’t write anything else.”

"Damn it."

A female voice, accompanied by crying, was talking to herself in my ear.

All I could see was pitch black.

The oppressive feeling of the cramped space came from all directions.

Ling Mo felt that he was lying down. He reached out to feel around and found that he was in a place that looked like a coffin.

Maybe it's the coffin.

But she was inside, not sure.

[Host, this time it is a horror game world. Your character has only appeared once, in this A-level copy.

The male protagonist is also in this copy. After the copy ends, you get out alive by relying on the male protagonist, and then you are not mentioned in the main text. 】

[A random male supporting role? This is good. As long as you make sure you survive until the end of the dungeon, the basic plot is easy to grasp.]

[Long live 60 points~] System 618 played the role of an emotionless supporting role.

[So what's going on now? How do I get out? ]

[Um... Host, since this novel is written from the perspective of the heroine, if the heroine is not there, there won't be much to describe the plot, not to mention that you are just a passerby who has met the hero a few times...]

[You don't know either, so I have to go through all the dangers by myself? ]

[Yes. But I want to emphasize one point. Although you don’t have many scenes, your character is still shown. The author summarizes it as “gentlemanly scum”, that is, the kind of person who wears glasses, looks gentle and elegant, but actually puts profit above all else…]

[Heh, you little piece of trash. You have no plot, but a lot of character settings. What's the point of having you? 】

After closing the dialog box, Ling Mo began to explore.

But apart from the feeling that she was in a wooden, square box, she couldn't touch anything.

But I did find out her outfit.

White T-shirt, trousers, sneakers, half-frame glasses - a dad with a boyish look.

After receiving the memory, she knew that the glasses were a prop.

[There is only one truth: Detective Conan's favorite glasses, but they are not Conan's glasses. It's just that wearing them will give you a chance to discover the truth~
A permanently bound item that increases the chance of discovering the truth, depending on the IQ of the person it is bound to.

If you are mentally retarded, then this thing is useless to you and can be used as a decoration. After all, people look good and it can improve your appearance.

If your IQ is comparable to Conan's, then congratulations! Every time you explore and decipher a puzzle, you will increase your chances of getting the truth by up to 50%.

But there is a side effect. Selfish glasses hate other people being as smart as themselves, so the truth belongs only to themselves. Once someone around you discovers the truth like you, hehe, you will be entangled by them~]

Ling Mo looked at the strange explanation and suddenly became curious about who was the designer behind this game, as it looked very unserious.

A girl named Xia, who was far away in Wanyuan, sneezed.

Who greeted her? Well, while the master is away, I will go and play with the magic tools to build a small space~
"This square space is driving me crazy..." Ling Mo repeated what he had just heard, "Crying is useless...but the voice just now sounded like crying..."

She hammered on the coffin wall with a little impatience.

Then there was the sound of wood breaking.

Ok? !

Ling Mo looked at his hand, then at the hole he had hammered out, and for a moment he was at a loss for words. Subtitles suddenly appeared on his glasses.

Only she can see it.

[A guy with brute force, ah, what can I do? After all, I chose you. Since I can't increase your IQ, I'll just increase your charm. ]

Ling Mo was confused. After violently breaking out of the coffin, he ignored his glasses and glanced around his surroundings.

Rows of gold-painted coffins were neatly arranged in a large, unclear area.

This space is so large, it’s literally the reverse side of a coffin.

You can’t see the top or the boundary, which makes you feel empty inside, and that feeling of emptiness is magnified.

"I have everything."

"Actually there is nothing."

“What is the meaning of my existence?”

"You are a piece of trash who lives to steal other people's air."

"A parasite living in society."

"What right do I have to live?"

"I'd rather die."

There was another voice that seemed to appear in my ears, this time it was a man's voice.

Ling Mo adjusted his glasses. Actually, they wouldn't fall off, but it was just a subconscious action.

I don’t know if there are any people in the other coffins.

She walked over to the one next to the fragments of her coffin and leaned over to listen.

The glasses started to act up again.

[Oh, you are not completely stupid, congratulations, and have some luck in discovering the truth. ]

Although the prop is a bit tilted, it looks pretty powerful.

The coffin, which had been silent before, suddenly emitted a violent knocking sound.

I vaguely heard something like "I'm sick, I don't want to die..."

"What's the difference between you and me..."

"Go to hell, you bastards..."

……

"Why? I was born a lowly person..."

"You don't know anything, damn it..."

……

After listening for a long time, I finally caught a few useful ones.

"Illusion? Class conflict?" Ling Mo guessed two points.

Two different spaces imply two kinds of life.

The coffin is small and depressing, referring to the poor people whose heads can be seen at a glance.

The space outside is empty and endless, referring to the rich people who are born with everything but are empty inside.

The person locked in the coffin must be trapped in the illusion of being poor.

But if one would be confused by the illusion in the coffin, why didn't she do that, and instead came out easily?

She walked between the rows of coffins without seeing the edge or other people.

Suddenly, crying sounds came from a coffin.

Her voice was intermittent and she suppressed it, and only when she occasionally took a loud breath could one tell that she was crying.

Then the other coffins seemed to have received some instructions and slowly started crying together.

Ling Mo frowned as he listened, feeling that the voice sounded familiar.

An idea suddenly came to her mind, and she opened her eyes wide -

Isn't this her own voice? However, when she is dressed as a man, she uses the system's voice changer to adjust it to a neutral voice. The timbre is similar, but the feminine characteristics are reduced.

And the sound she heard at this moment was the sound that had not passed through the voice changer.

But how could a low-dimensional fictional world possibly detect the props of the Space-Time Administration?
unless……

She is still in the illusion!
Ling Mo reacted instantly.

　A new world is opening! Please vote for your favorite collection~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)