My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

Zhang Ying cautiously approached the second ballet puppet at the back, and unsurprisingly, the puppet was also emitting soft singing sounds.

The melody and tone of the song were exactly the same as those of the first puppet, but the song suddenly stopped after a short while!

He immediately realized it was coming, quickly covered his ears with two fingers, and hurriedly stepped back to create distance.

The doll's scream came almost instantly, the violent sound waves penetrating his bones and shaking his brain.

The sound waves disappeared, and Zhang Ying squatted on the ground for a while to recover from the dizziness. He cast a calming spell and walked towards the third puppet...

After trying five puppets in a row, Zhang Ying felt dizzy and disoriented. His ears seemed to be separated from the outside world by a thick veil, and even walking became weak and powerless.

"There's absolutely no difference. Does that mean their singing is completely identical?"

Even Zhang Ying began to doubt his own deduction. He walked to the second puppet in front of him. This time, he didn't hold out much hope. He just wanted to cover his ears as soon as the song ended, so that his tormented ears could be freed from their suffering as soon as possible.

Just as he leaned close to the doll's head, ready to cover his ears, the doll's head emitted a unique singing voice.

This section of the song was not lowered in pitch; it was the original poem about birds, but even softer and with an ethereal quality.

My ears, long since numbed by sound, now felt as if they were hearing heavenly music. Even with a thick veil between them and the singing, they could still feel the warmth contained within the song.

Like a gentle breeze blowing across the grassland, Zhang Ying felt his heart gradually emptying, and he subconsciously began to immerse himself in the song.

The singing stopped abruptly, and Zhang Ying, snapping out of his daze, immediately covered his ears!

But the doll's reaction was different from what I expected. The doll didn't scream to drive it away; it simply stopped singing and stopped making any noise.

Zhang Ying removed his hands from his ears and stood in front of the puppet whose singing voice was different from the others, taking a deep breath.

"Thank you for singing, your voice is beautiful."

Zhang Ying's praise was almost spontaneous; there was no need to continue the test. This extraordinary doll must be the real Li Ziqing.

Upon hearing the praise, the wooden doll trembled slightly, making clicking sounds as it gradually returned to its original position.

Although its joints are still twisted, it has adopted a pose of crossed arms.

The surrounding dance studios, one after another, were shrouded in black mist and then disappeared.

With each dance studio that disappeared, the thick black mist turned redder, until all the remaining dance studios were completely consumed, and the black mist covering the walls had turned completely red, transforming into an indistinguishable blood red.

The scene outside the window changed from black to red, and strands of hair grew on the puppet's bald head, reaching all the way down to its neck.

However, the lengths of those jet-black hairs were uneven, as if they had been randomly cut off with scissors.

Zhang Ying stared blankly at the changes in the surrounding scene for a moment. When he came to his senses, he felt a cold, sticky sensation under his feet.

He looked down and saw that blood had soaked through the soles of his shoes, and the strong smell of blood pierced his nostrils.

The entire dance studio floor was covered in blood, like a lake filled with blood.

Blood seeped onto the doll's pristine white ballet costume, staining it crimson, and a blood-red smile appeared on the doll's face. Then it moved, loosening its clenched hands, and the ball joint on its head snapped with a "crack!"

The doll tilted its head and stared at Zhang Ying. Although the doll had no eyes, Zhang Ying felt a chilling sensation that his entire body was being seen through.

Just as Zhang Ying was trembling with fear, he heard a childlike, silvery laugh in his ear:

Hehehe, hehehe.

"Why have you come? What brings you here?"

The sound seemed to be engraved directly into his brain, making it impossible for him to even think of resisting.

Zhang Ying took a deep breath. At this moment, the person standing in front of him might actually be Li Ziqing.

He looked at the top of the doll's head, where his ever-active ghost eye had displayed an information box.

【? ? ? 】

[Your current Ghost Eye level is insufficient to view information about this monster.]

"It seems I've finally seen Li Ziqing's true colors. Not answering her questions will only lead to my death," he thought to himself as he spoke to Li Ziqing.

"I'm here to see you, Senior Li."

A childlike voice rang out again, its tone tinged with doubt:

"Looking for me? Are you looking for death?"

Looking for death? Perhaps to others, my actions do seem like suicidal, but for me, it's the only way to survive.

Zhang Ying resolutely said, "Senior Li! I'm saving you!"

"Save me! You said you came to find me, to save me?" The child's voice trembled slightly as he angrily said, "I need you to save me?! You should think about how to save yourself first!"

The doll dressed in a blood-red ballet costume took a step forward with extremely stiff movements, causing the entire space to tremble.

Zhang Ying's heart pounded wildly, but he forced a calm expression and said, "Senior Li, you like to sing, right? If you die again, not only will you never be able to sing again, but your hatred and anger will also come to an abrupt end, vanishing into nothingness amidst your resentment!"

The crimson doll stopped, and asked in a slightly angry and mocking voice, "Hehehe, I was going to spare your life, but you insisted on courting death! Fine, I'll give you a chance. If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I'll break your limbs and make you my collectible!"

Hearing that there was still a chance, Zhang Ying breathed a slight sigh of relief, and then said sincerely, "Senior Li, you should know that the strange tales about you have already spread. This world is never short of extraordinary people, and you, who were sealed away back then, should know this all too well."

"You've met me twice, so you should know that I have a capable person by my side. The talisman he gave me protected me from your first attack."

"The rumors about you are spreading far and wide. Perhaps my friend will come back and deal with you personally, without even waiting for the person who sealed you away."

The blood-red puppet twisted its neck again: "So what? I'll kill one if one comes, I'll kill two if two come!"

"But Senior Li, do you really crave killing? Having spent so much time with you, I can tell you that you are definitely not the kind of person who craves killing! On the contrary, you are very kind and humane. In the ghost stories that circulate, you have never intentionally hurt anyone, you have only driven them away."

"Someone as kind as you, could you really bring yourself to kill someone?"

Zhang Ying's sincere question made the crimson puppet stop moving. After a moment of contemplation, the puppet sneered, "Kindness? That pathetic humanity was discarded the moment I jumped off the rooftop!"

"Senior Sister Li!" Zhang Ying's voice rose several decibels, his tone excited, almost shouting.

He opened his arms wide, embracing the blood-red doll before him, and resolutely declared:

"If you want to eliminate your resentment by killing, then come and kill me. Hopefully, my death will lessen your resentment a little!"