A villainous girl created by paranoia

"Your thoughts are written all over your face."

I touched my face blankly, as if trying to find the words on my face, but this action was undoubtedly foolish.

"Pfft...it's not really written on his face."

Hearing Sister Hanamiya's laughter made me feel much more relaxed, and I laughed along with her, but I still felt guilty.

Next time, I must help Sister Huagong.

After laughing for a while, Hanamiya's expression turned serious again.

"Lily, do you remember the rules of the game?"

Seeing this, I quickly sat up straight and asked him in return with a serious expression.

"I remember, but which rule was Sister Hanamiya referring to?"

"The fifth rule of the game."

"I remember the rules were like this... all players have their own rooms in the safe house, and from 23:00 PM to 6:00 AM the next day, players cannot leave their rooms, and those who leave will be kicked out of the safe house, right?"

"And what about Article Twelve?"

I frowned, then mentally recalled the task panel, looked at the twelfth rule, and repeated it.

Article 12: Zombies will lock onto players every six hours.

Ah... I suddenly noticed something strange...

"Yes, the zombies lock onto players every six hours, and six hours for players is equivalent to 12 hours in the game world. That means the zombies will lock onto us again at 6 a.m.

Lily, please read the game rules carefully again.

Following Sister Huagong's instructions, I carefully read through the game rules.

Cold sweat gradually soaked my back, because none of the game rules stated that zombies wouldn't attack safe houses. Even the second rule, "[Safe houses will not be discovered by zombies for the first six days; after six days, safe houses will be locked by zombies]," didn't say that zombies wouldn't attack players inside safe houses.

The second rule only states that the safe house will not be discovered by zombies, but it does not say that if a player is targeted by a zombie, the zombie cannot attack the safe house.

Rather, the statement that "the safe house will be locked by zombies in six days" indicates that zombies will attack the safe house.

"The rules don't say that zombies won't attack safe houses... so... does that mean safe houses aren't safe at all?"

Hearing my question, Sister Hanamiya shook her head and patiently explained to me.

"No, Lily, please read the fourth and fifth rules carefully again."

Following Sister Hanamiya's suggestion, I began to read the fourth and fifth rules.

[Article 4: For the first six days, all players will be teleported back to the safe house at 20:00 to participate in a vote. Those who are voted out will be kicked out of the safe house, unable to return, and will be locked by zombies.]

Voting will last for one hour, and the results will be announced afterward. If you do not vote within the voting period, it will be automatically considered that you voted for yourself.

[Article 5: All players will have their own room in the safe house. From 23:00 on the first day to 6:00 the next day, players cannot leave their rooms. Anyone who leaves will be kicked out of the safe house and targeted by zombies.]

"Article 4 states that those kicked out of the safe house cannot return, and Article 5, although it also states that those kicked out of the safe house cannot return... Sister Huagong, do you mean we have to leave the safe house before six o'clock?"

"That's right. Although players will be locked on, if they go out early, it won't be long before the lock on the players overlaps with the timed lock. I just tried the timed lock, and it just makes a large group of zombies nearby lock on you, without any follow-up locking."

"What about rule number eight? How is rule number eight explained?"

Rule number eight states that all players must leave the safe house before 8:00 AM each day and cannot return before 20:00 PM; those who do not leave will be randomly teleported.

"This rule is just a facade; like the game itself, it's a word game in this game."

"This...this game involves so many word games! Just how awful is this game?"

“Not only that, we can think of something even worse, Lily, take another look at the ninth and tenth rules this time.”

I carefully reviewed the two rules as instructed by Sister Huagong.

[Article 9: Players will be affected by a random negative buff every day.]

[Article 10: Several small supply airdrops will land every 24 hours, containing food, weapons, and serum to remove all negative buffs.]

"Neither of these rules has been officially implemented, Lily. Do you want me to tell you some even worse speculations?"

I didn't speak, but clenched my fists. Seeing this, Sister Hanamiya began to speak on her own.

"I guess the supply airdrop will land at 6 o'clock, and not only that, the negative buffs for players will also appear at 6 o'clock."

Furthermore, the rules don't state that zombies can't destroy supply airdrops, nor do they specify what kind of negative buffs they'll inflict on players. If it's a [hunger] type of negative buff, and the supply airdrops are destroyed, how are we supposed to survive seven days without food?

"We...we can go to the supermarket to look!"

Sister Hanamiya shook her head, rejecting my idea.

"It's no use. I've already been to five or six supermarkets, and they've taken everything I need. They've even taken two or three shelves."

"Then we...we..."

It seems our only chance of survival is to scavenge supplies from airdrops from zombies.

"No, we have to tell everyone these things, otherwise, there will definitely be big problems."

Hanamichi-neechan smiled indifferently at my flustered state and then said calmly.

"I won't talk about these things, because I've already decided to quit this game."

"If Sister Hanamiya doesn't tell..."

"Lily can't say either, because Lily has already quit the game."

Huh? Why can't I say anything after exiting the game?

"It has nothing to do with that kind of thing, right? It was just a few words with them, just a word game explaining the rules!"

"The game's content is also a word game, so why doesn't Lily tell them that as well?"

I didn't say anything, but just stared into Hanamiya's magical ice-blue eyes.

Of course... because I don't want to see you voted out...

My complicated feelings are getting to me. I know perfectly well that Sister Hanamiya is just a stranger to me.

The awkward atmosphere didn't last long before Sister Hanamiya smiled gently, breaking our childish staring contest.

"I was just kidding, I'll tell everyone about it."

"call..."

After receiving Hanamiya's promise, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, when I looked up again, I found myself in an unfamiliar room.

The walls were gray and white, and there was a bright chandelier. There was only one door leading to the outside world, but it was now locked. In the center of the room were 20 boxes, numbered from 1 to 20.

However, boxes numbered 7, 14, and 16 were marked with a red "X," which appears to represent player death.

Turning my head, I saw other players looking equally bewildered.

It must have been eight o'clock when we were teleported back to the safe house.

When I turned around, I found that Sister Hanamiya was leaning against the wall and starting to dry heave.

Seeing this, I quickly went over and patted her on the back.

"Are you alright, Sister Huagong?"

Sister Huagong waved her hand to indicate that she was alright, and I could only helplessly pat her back. After a while, Sister Huagong stopped gagging, and we turned around to look at the other players.

At this point, the other players were also somewhat disheveled, covered in blood, indicating that they had had a very difficult time escaping when they were locked on.

Perhaps it was because Sister Huagong's retching had been quite loud that the players' attention was easily drawn to her, and then their gazes involuntarily locked onto her severed arm.

After wiping her mouth, Hanamiya-neechan's face once again displayed a faint smile.

Good evening, everyone.

"Good evening, Miss Hanamiya, but you don't look well."

The first person to greet Sister Huagong was Uncle Wang Nianyue. At this moment, Uncle Wang Nianyue was also a bit disheveled. His neat swallowtail tuxedo had been torn at the sleeve, revealing his muscular arms underneath.

Sister Hanamiya looked at her severed arm, and just as she was about to speak, the system voice in her mind rang out at just the right moment.

[Voting Session]

Players will receive a ballot. Please place your ballot into the box corresponding to the player you wish to vote for within the next hour.

Note: Votes that expire or are corrupted will be considered as votes cast for the user.

Note: Players are prohibited from harming each other or fighting over ballots during the voting period. If this happens, the player will be responsible for the consequences.

After the voice in my head ended, I did indeed find a blank sheet of paper in my hand.

Pop, pop, pop.

Just as everyone was staring blankly at the white paper in their hands, a clapping sound attracted everyone's attention. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Sister Huagong with a piece of white paper in her mouth and clapping the wall with her left hand.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on her, Sister Hanamiya took the white paper out of her mouth with her left hand and then spoke to everyone.

"Gentlemen, although we have already lost three people, I still propose that the killers and the survivors coexist peacefully."

I think tonight's vote is meaningless. I suggest that tonight's vote be invalidated. Anyone who wants to vote should be designated as a killer by the survivors, someone who wants to continue playing this game with us survivors instead of coexisting peacefully. Is that okay?

Not long after she spoke, Sister Hanamiya encountered opposition.

"I object."

The one who made the sound was player number 20, the seemingly lazy older sister, whose name appeared to be Phyllis.

Sister Hanamichi raised an eyebrow and then looked at Sister Phyllis who was walking towards her.

"What? Miss Phyllis? Are you a killer?"

Upon hearing what Sister Hanamiya said, Sister Phyllis staggered and almost fell, but she quickly regained her balance and then spoke to Sister Hanamiya.

"I am certainly not a killer, I am just disagreeing with your statement."

I agree with you, and then tomorrow you'll continue to use that lame excuse to kill? In the end, aren't you the one most like a killer? Your murderous intent is far too strong, isn't it?

Also, you didn't explain the slip of the tongue that Jeston made in the recording, did you? And you also said the phrase "we killers" in the recording, didn't you?

Don't you need to explain these things to everyone?

The atmosphere was somewhat tense, and everyone was waiting for Sister Hanamiya to give an answer.

--split line--

Happy Lunar New Year's Eve everyone!