My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

"It hasn't rained lately, so why is the ceiling leaking? Could a pipe have burst?"

With doubts and concerns, Zhang Ying walked to the leaking corner and looked up at the already soaked ceiling.

The water pipes shouldn't be routed here, right?

As he thought this, he reached out and caught a drop of water as it fell from the ceiling. He pulled his hand back and smelled it; the droplet had no odor, it was just ordinary water.

"strangeness."

despair!

Another dripping sound reached his ears.

But the dripping sound wasn't coming from in front of him. He turned his head and saw that water was also seeping from the ceiling in the opposite corner, dripping onto the floor one drop after another.

"What's going on?" Cheng Ziqi also noticed something was wrong. "This school was only renovated a few years ago, and it's already leaking?"

Without thinking much, she picked up the mop and wiped away the water stains on the floor, saying to Zhang Ying as she mopped:

"The ceiling is constantly dripping water, it'll ruin the wooden floor sooner or later. Before reporting it for repair, go find a bucket and catch the leak."

"it is good."

Zhang Ying agreed. He didn't want to stay in the vocal room any longer. If he couldn't finish the ghost story, he wanted to leave as soon as possible!

He arrived at the vocal studio door and saw it was closed. A bad feeling immediately washed over him: "Cheng Ziqi, did you close the door when you came in?"

"Huh? I didn't close the door," Cheng Ziqi replied.

Zhang Ying placed his hand on the doorknob and unconsciously swallowed. While his memory wasn't exceptionally good, it was definitely among the best.

He remembered clearly that he hadn't touched the vocal room door since he came in. If Cheng Ziqi hadn't closed the door, then who had?

Zhang Ying now preferred that Cheng Ziqi had misremembered. His hand gripping the doorknob trembled uncontrollably, and his breathing became slightly rapid.

"What are you still standing there for? Get out of here!" Cheng Ziqi was getting annoyed with the delay. When she turned around and saw Zhang Ying still standing at the door, she immediately lost her temper.

Faced with Cheng Ziqi's urging, Zhang Ying seemed to have made up his mind, twisting the doorknob and pulling it forcefully to the side!

He opened the door without any resistance; the vocal room door wasn't locked as he'd expected, which relieved him.

"You're scaring yourself."

He stretched out his foot, took a half step out of the vocal room, and was just about to leave completely.

Sizzle—click—

A rapid crackling sound came from the loudspeaker in the upper right corner of the main entrance. A drop of water seeped from the ceiling and landed on the loudspeaker, producing a sharp popping sound!

It's sizzling!

Zhang Ying shuddered and covered his ears with both hands, feeling his eardrums shaking.

Cheng Ziqi was kneeling on the ground in the classroom, with two fingers stuffed into her ears, her eyes tightly closed, and her teeth clenched.

"Are you alright?" Zhang Ying turned to look at Cheng Ziqi, but in an instant, he froze on the spot!

On the stage in the vocal music room, an antique-style music box stood quietly. The ballet puppet on the music box did not turn, and the music box itself did not make a sound.

When did it appear here?

A chill ran down Zhang Ying's spine, and almost instinctively, he rushed into the vocal room and grabbed Cheng Ziqi's wrist!

Before Cheng Ziqi could recover from the loudspeaker's blaring, she was grabbed by the wrist and lifted up. Before she could even speak, Zhang Ying yanked her out of the vocal room!

"You! What are you doing?!" Cheng Ziqi was both shocked and angry, clearly unaware of what had happened.

"Shut up!" Zhang Ying's tone was firm, his downward gaze full of seriousness. "If you want to live, don't ask any more questions, just come with me!"

Cheng Ziqi seemed to be frightened by Zhang Ying, and without saying anything more, she followed Zhang Ying and ran outside.

The two rushed out of the music room, and almost at the same time, the ballet doll on the music box began to slowly turn, accompanied by the shrill sound of the bird's poem in a falling key from the music box.

In the vocal room, the water droplets dripping from the leaking corner turned dark red, and when they fell to the ground, they bloomed into a blood flower!

At this moment, Zhang Ying's body was almost entirely controlled by the most primal survival instinct. Grabbing Cheng Ziqi's wrist, he rushed down the stairs without looking back.

He went downstairs very quickly, taking almost three or four steps at a time. This made things difficult for the petite Cheng Ziqi behind him, who was practically suspended in mid-air.

"Could you run a little slower? I... I'm feeling a bit dizzy," Cheng Ziqi said, her voice trembling.

Zhang Ying didn't reply and ran straight downstairs.

The simulated death situation in the simulator has been proven true, and the only way to escape the death situation is to avoid the music box!

Even though I don't know where to escape to, I absolutely cannot stop!

The song of the Falling Bird's Poem traveled from the vocal chamber to the outside, growing louder and louder, while bright red blood flowed from the crack in the door into the room outside the vocal chamber.

Cheng Ziqi, who was being dragged along by Zhang Ying, noticed something was wrong. Logically, at this speed, they should have reached the first floor quickly, but why was the scene still a downward staircase?

"Zhang Ying, it seems like we've been going in circles on the stairs!"

"I know!"

"Then...why should we run?"

"Nonsense! If we don't run, are we just waiting to die?!"

In a state of extreme panic, Zhang Ying's adrenaline surged, causing him to rush downwards for several minutes without slowing down.

His brain was racing, constantly recalling the answers given by the simulator.

How to escape? Where to escape to? When to escape?

The simulator's rough estimate led him to conclude that the only option in the current situation was to keep rushing down the stairwell.

As long as you run fast enough, the monsters behind you won't be able to catch up!

He kept sliding his hand, which was holding Cheng Ziqi's wrist, forward. In order to prevent Cheng Ziqi from falling, he gripped Cheng Ziqi's hand tightly, and Cheng Ziqi also held his hand firmly!

The blood flowing out of the vocal room flowed onto the stairs, down the steps, but then returned to this floor from the steps upstairs.

Zhang Ying's shoes were covered in blood, and to avoid slipping on the stairs, he gripped the stair railing tightly with his other hand.

Just as he was rapidly working out a plan in his mind, a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

The strange feeling instantly calmed his mind. This inexplicable oddity did not come from within, but seemed to come from the outside.

And it's right next to me.

What exactly is it?

Zhang Ying felt his body; a bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

"Cheng Ziqi, why is your palm facing backwards?"

At this moment, Zhang Ying was still rushing downwards. Such intense exercise should have made his body feel hot, but now his heart felt ice-cold, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

Only then did he realize that Cheng Ziqi's thumb was gripping his hand from below as he reached back to grab it!

"Why...why are we running?"