A villainous girl created by paranoia

"How rude of you! What are you saying to me, a beautiful girl?"

"This has nothing to do with whether you're a pretty girl or not! You're heavy! Get down now!"

"Sir! You're really going too far! I'm only 48kg."

"Even so, it's still so heavy!"

Just as the two of us were bickering in bed, Ling clenched his fist expressionlessly, and then...

"Ouch, that hurts!"

"Well..."

Then he punched me and Sheng on the head once each, it really hurt.

"Both of you get down here."

"Yes..."

"Yes..."

Sheng and I had no choice but to reluctantly get out of bed, after all, we were now living under someone else's roof.

After Ling forcibly pulled us off the bed, the three of us sat side by side on the edge of the bed without saying a word.

Ling sat on the left, Sheng sat on the right, and I sat in the middle.

The three of us have always sat like this. Come to think of it, we've known each other for over ten years. They've been by my side since I can remember.

On the surface, he is cheerful and lively, but on the inside he is quite cunning and scheming.

Ling appears cold and indifferent on the surface, but is actually very gentle on the inside.

I know, I know all their little secrets, because we have no secrets between us, our secrets are shared.

Perhaps there's no such thing as pure friendship between boys and girls.

When we first started high school, the three of us started talking about dating, and that's when Ling confessed her feelings to me.

I understand, I understand completely, and I can predict what will happen next.

Because there are no secrets between us.

Sheng didn't keep everything bottled up inside; instead, he expressed his feelings to me as well.

I understand, I know. There are no secrets between us. All three of us are aware of this relationship.

How could I not like them both? I'm greedy; I like them both and they could be my boyfriends.

However, it would be too cruel for me to choose one.

Therefore, I made preparations a long time ago, and I anticipated the current situation a long time ago.

I rejected them both and vowed that I would never fall in love with anyone, never date, never get married, never have children, and would always stay by their side.

Those two are really idiots; they actually made the same vow as me.

This is the relationship between the three of us: we are friends, childhood sweethearts, lovers, and family.

There are no secrets between us, and it should... continue like this forever.

but...

"Hey, tell me, what are your identities?"

Subconsciously, I blurted out that question.

I feel some regret, but more than that, I feel uneasy. I hope to hear a different answer.

I didn't dare look at their expressions because I was afraid they would see through my thoughts.

Sheng was the first to answer me, and he still spoke in that cheerful tone.

"Didn't I say it from the beginning? I'm a survivor."

Ling then gave me a calm and indifferent reply.

"Survivors".

My smile was somewhat forced, somewhat painful, but I still tried to make my tone lively.

"That's great! I'm a survivor too. Let's all work together to get through this game."

Looking at the purple card in the lower left corner of my eye, I had an urge to hug my head and cry.

Oh, my God, what should I do?

The card had my picture on it. In the picture, I was holding a fruit knife, my cheeks stained with red blood, and I was staring at me with a sinister grin.

The card had three words written at the top.

[The Killer]

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[Zhao Botian's Perspective]

"Hey buddy, when are you going to stop being so down?"

I also applied to have our rooms combined. Although it's a bit strange for two grown men to apply for one room, it would make us appear closer to others, since he and I aren't that familiar with each other.

At that moment, Justin was sitting in a chair, his eyes bloodshot, frantically scribbling and drawing in a notebook.

The notebook and pen were provided in the room, and what he wrote in the notebook was actually Hanamiya Karen's name.

I really didn't expect that Justin, who seems like a rogue on the surface, would have such an artistic way of venting. Every time he wrote down the name of Haruka Hanamichi, he would frantically write down a way of dying after her. The contents of the notebook are roughly as follows.

[Hana-gyo is pitiful and will suffocate to death]

[Poor Flower Palace will be burned to death]

[Poor Hanamichi, she'll be bitten to death by zombies.]

[Poor Hua Gong will be...]

This kind of childish behavior may seem meaningless, but it's a good thing to let him vent. After all, the saying "If you travel in a good mood, you won't become a vengeful ghost" is still very popular in Da Yan.

This teammate is pretty much a lost cause; he's completely devastated by the loss of two brothers.

It's not hard to understand why Justin is in so much pain. The reason Justin was able to calm down quickly when William died was because William was just his friend. But after Jamie died, Justin completely went insane because Jamie was his younger brother.

William and Jamie held different places in Justin's heart.

“Hey buddy, instead of scribbling in this notebook, why don’t you figure out how to kill that woman and avenge William and Jamie?”

Upon hearing this, Justin put down his pen and turned to look at me with his bloodshot eyes.

What are your plans?

"What plan do I have, buddy? You'll have to come up with your own plan. After all, I don't hate that woman that much."

“You’re right… I have to think of a way… I have to find a way to kill that woman and avenge Jamie.”

Isn't it strange? Jamie was clearly killed by Jeston, but he started to hate Hanamichi Karen.

Actually, it's not hard to understand, because Jeston is already dead, and the one who brought Jeston here and caused this series of events was Hanamichi Karen.

"Kill her...kill her...we have to find a way to kill her..."

That's right, that's exactly the mindset. You absolutely must rack your brains to come up with a way to deal with that lady, and then...

I could then deliver a righteous backstab to you, and then surrender your head to that lady.

Although killing one killer will leave only me and that lady among the killers, it's okay, that lady will definitely lead me to victory.

My intuition is right; that lady will definitely win the game.

Oh, right! If I were to offer Justin's head to that lady as a pledge of allegiance, could I ask her to step on my face? Of course, it would be best if she could take off her boots and use her jade-like feet encased in black stockings to step on my face!

Thinking about this, my brother showed signs of wanting to look up.

No, you'd better behave yourself now.

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[Aurora's Perspective]

"Hanamiya is pitiful. Is that person really my teammate?"

Lying on the big bed, I felt lost.

"If so, then there is still one killer who hasn't shown himself yet. Who could it be?"

There was no one in the room, but I still kept talking to myself like this. It's a habit of mine. I don't like quiet environments, so I talk to myself like this when I'm alone.

"However, I'm actually looking forward to Hanamiya being a survivor, because then I can justifiably destroy her."

Cutting her hair off with scissors, slashing her face with a knife, pushing her into a horde of zombies, letting them tear her flesh apart—that must be...it must be a very happy thing.

"But on the surface, I still have to help her, gain her trust, and then... hehehehehehe!"

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[White General's Perspective]

Like most people, I merged the rooms, and naturally, I merged with Phyllis.

Looking at Phyllis, who was sitting in a chair deep in thought, I tilted my head in confusion.

"What's wrong, Phyllis? Are you still feeling guilty?"

Upon hearing this, Phyllis scoffed.

"Guilt? Guilt? I just didn't expect this game to go this far."

"How to say?"