A villainous girl created by paranoia

The Villainous Girl Created by Paranoia Author: Pure White Who Just Wants to Play

Summary:

First of all, I am not a kind, gentle, and coquettish girl; I am a bad woman who is more inhuman than a demon.

My life was originally empty and dull, until I encountered that death game.

I was very interested in death games and players, so I tried to become a death game player.

I desperately crave madness and death.

I am issuing this warning in good faith: my words, actions, and values ​​are not something you, as a normal person, can understand, and my actions may even cause you physical discomfort.

Finally, you need to carefully consider whether you should open this book.

Chapter 1 The Kidnapped Girl

I felt my eyes open, but it was still dark in front of me. There was a faint light shining through, but the light was very dim.

My ears... can hear slightly noisy conversations.

“Let’s have Boss Yi Liu handle this ‘inheritance separation’. You have a wife and children at home, unlike us single dogs, who would be done with it if we died.”

"But...you..."

My nose twitched slightly, and all I could smell in my nostrils was a strong metallic rust smell.

My body was a little sore, and my arms were awkwardly behind my back, with my left arm on top of my right arm, the two arms pressed tightly together, with my back on one side and hard wood on the other.

I tried to move my ankle slightly, but failed.

The current posture is a sitting position with the head lowered. Although the neck is also lowered, the body is not.

My sense of touch gradually returned, and I felt a tingling and tight sensation in many parts of my body. There was a cool feeling on my chest, which was probably some kind of water stain.

I see, I understand my situation now.

I must have been tied to a chair, and the reason I couldn't see anything even when I opened my eyes was probably because my eyes were covered.

Subconsciously, I wanted to start a negotiation, but as my senses gradually returned, I realized that something had been stuffed into my mouth. That thing had many holes, allowing for ventilation.

Hmm, the wetness on my chest is understandable now, it must be my saliva.

So, before killing this group, let's learn about some unimportant things first.

My ears twitched slightly. I subjectively ignored the group's conversation, but my ears still recorded it like a tape recorder.

The sound of breathing... five... no, six people? There was one breathing sound that was a bit rapid, coming from a distance. It seemed to be the gatekeeper, but this gatekeeper must be doing this for the first time. His breathing was light but rapid, which meant he was very flustered.

It shouldn't be considered troublesome; there aren't any particularly strong opponents.

So, what was their purpose in kidnapping me?

Money? Impossible. As an orphan, all my money comes from working. I only earn a little over three thousand yuan a month, and I still have to pay tuition.

Beauty? That doesn't seem like it. There are so many girls prettier than me, why did they choose me?

Abilities? That's unlikely, since I'm a non-superpowered individual. The only thing I can use is my deception skills, but these people don't seem interested in my deception.

So, the question is, what exactly is the purpose of this group?

Recalling the conversation I had just had, where I had deliberately ignored the sound of breathing, I followed the conversation and found a crucial piece of information.

Detachment, inheritance detachment, then this detachment is crucial, what exactly is this detachment? What kind of detachment requires me?

Ultimately, my biggest question is why I'm here?

Although it sounds idiotic, I'm still very confused. I don't have any memory of being kidnapped. At the very least, as a human being, one should have memories before being knocked unconscious, but my last memory is of eating with my best friend on the school rooftop.

So what about memory exercises and control? Try checking them out.

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……

The videotape playing the images is complete, which means that my memory has not been manipulated.

Hmm, that's amazing. I'm getting more and more curious about how these people did it. Let's try to get some information out of them.

First, should I test their reaction? Or should I just cut the ropes? Should I be thankful that it was ropes, not chains, that bound me? If it were chains, that would be a real headache... just a little bit...

Let's test the waters and cut the rope together.

I touched the fabric of my left arm with my right pinky finger and quickly felt a loose thread. I tried to smile, but failed, since I still had some kind of ball stuffed in my mouth.

I admit I have a condition, medically speaking, paranoia. But I won't be suspicious; I'll just keep developing survival skills to stay alive for myself.

I used my little finger to hook one end of the U-shaped thread, and then used my ring and little fingers to pinch the thin thread and pull it outwards.

That's about it...

Thinking about it, I started to whine blankly for a moment, like someone who had just woken up. Then I began to shake my body violently, and the chair shook along with me.

I pinched the thin thread between my right index finger and thumb, and then, while I was rocking the chair, I flicked the other end of the thread toward my left hand. Although it was a little awkward, my left hand still managed to grab the end of the thread.

Okay, let's start cutting the rope.

In order to make my performance more convincing, I tried to say something by making "woo-woo-wah-wah" noises, but I didn't expect that because of a certain ball-shaped object, I would spit out a lot of saliva while making "woo-woo-wah-wah" noises.

Ugh, that's disgusting. To be honest, it makes me a little uncomfortable; I'm actually a bit of a germaphobe.

Those people must have heard my voice, so they stopped talking. At the same time, I heard footsteps slowly walking towards me.

His steps were heavier than normal, and he weighed around 85kg. He was the guy with the deep voice in the conversation, and he was at least 26 years old. He looked like a muscular strongman.

Even though I knew he was coming, I pretended not to know and continued to yell and scream, while the chair creaked and groaned back and forth.

"Shut up, you're too noisy. We're talking about serious business."

Despite the deep voice warning me, I remained unmoved and continued to whine and scream, making the chair shake even more violently.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up!"

With a roar, I heard the sound of wind breaking, and countless possibilities floated into my mind, finally turning into one idea.

Are you about to get beaten up?

Bang!

A sharp pain shot through my abdomen, and then I was sent flying backwards, chair and all, before crashing into the wall with a thud.

The impact sound was the sound of something hitting heavy metal, and combined with the distant breathing sound, it confirmed my guess that I was inside a shipping container.

However, to be honest, this was the first time I had ever been hit so hard. I had never been hit before because I was good at lying. This was the first time I had ever been hit.

The abdominal pain was unbearable, so I just went for it and started crying, crying from the pain.

To outsiders, I must look like a pitiful, helpless, and fragile girl.

The bastard who punched me seemed to have sadistic tendencies. Looking at me, tied to a chair and crying quietly, he must have had an impulse, a sadistic impulse, and judging from his heavier breathing, he must have reacted.

As expected, he walked towards me step by step. As I mentioned before, his footsteps were very heavy and easy to recognize.

Boom!

The chair bumped into the metal behind me again, and I instinctively shuddered; he must have kicked the chair.

The sawing of the rope behind me with a thin wire had stopped; I only needed to pull slightly to free the rope binding my arms. But now I was thinking about how to prevent these people from escaping.

If I were to break free of the ropes now, the man in front of me would probably freeze for 0.5 to 2 seconds, and I could indeed use that time to use the short saw blade hidden in my stockings to cut the ropes binding my body and the chair. However, it would take at least 2 seconds to cut the ropes binding my ankles.

So, reconsidering, if I use my elbow to strike this burly man's nose after sawing the rope, he should take about two steps back, spend about one second touching the blood flowing from his nose, then glare at me for about half a second, and then rush towards me in about half a second.

At this point, I should be completely free. It would take me at most 2 seconds to knock down this big guy. I should be in the very center of the container now, and it would only take me 1.5 seconds to get to the container door, or even less.

At this moment, the gatekeeper should be stunned for a moment when he sees me knock down the big man. This period of time should be more than 1.5 seconds. Yes, it should definitely be more than 1.5 seconds. The tension in his heart, coupled with the shock of me knocking down the big man in front of him, will definitely give him that much time to be shocked.

If the goalkeeper comes to his senses, he will definitely raise or draw his weapon first. This will take at least 0.5 seconds. If it's a gun, he will instinctively shoot at his body. After making a sideways movement, I should be able to dodge the first wave of shots and then get close.

If it were a stick or similar weapon, his instinctive reaction would be a sweeping motion because a downward chop would waste his time, so I could close the distance after rolling. As for weapons like daggers...

Haha, sorry, but if this gatekeeper really tries to stab me with a dagger, I suggest he just lie down on the ground and become a lazy bum.

What bothers me most is that the gatekeeper's breathing is still very rapid, just like the burly man in front of me. The former is uneasy, the latter is excited. If the gatekeeper is so uneasy, although the chances are not high, he may still escape.

Moreover, I also sensed a line of sight at least 200 meters away and about 20 meters above me. It must have been a sniper. He showed me murderous intent for a moment, but it quickly disappeared, which forced me to suppress my thoughts.

I can dodge close-range pistol shots, but what about sniper rifles? I haven't tried, but I'm not going to take the risk.

Forget it, let's wait for a few more opportunities, wait for the chance to take control of all six people, including the sniper.

As I was thinking about these things, although the light was dim, I still saw a figure approaching me.

"Hehehe..."

A cold, deep laugh followed, and the sound of wind breaking through the air rang out again, the target still my abdomen.

Bang!

Boom!

The first sound was the dull thud of a fist hitting my abdomen, and the second sound was the chair hitting the metal of the container again.

To be honest, apart from the pain, I didn't feel anything else. After all, I'd have to pay him back double for this later.

"Weren't you barking a lot just now? Why aren't you barking anymore!"

With his furious roar, there was another whooshing sound. This time, the target was my right arm. It seemed that this time he didn't use his fist, but his leg to kick.

Bang!

Clang!

The first sound was the same as last time, and the second sound was the sound of a wooden chair falling to the ground. Yes, he kicked me and the chair to the ground.

The next moment, I felt a sharp pain on my scalp, and then I was grabbed by the hair and lifted up.

"Should we still call it?"

I shook my head. Tears had already soaked the cloth covering my eyes, and more and more tears were streaming down my chin. To outsiders, I must look pitiful, but the more I looked like this, the more excited this person would be.