I sighed, trying to correct this little ghost’s thinking:
“Who are ‘they‘? It’s wrong of them to say these things. If Mommy ever meets them, no matter what, I’ll definitely scold them back and hit them back for Sissy.
“But Sissy, you can’t talk about yourself like that. It makes Mommy sad too.”
Later, I rambled on and on, somehow falling asleep without realizing.
What I didn’t know was…
After I fell asleep, Sissy clung tightly to me, staring at my sleeping face. Her dress turned from red to white, then white to red again and again.
Then she muttered softly: “Mommy will be sad. Can’t let Mommy be sad.
The comments also nervously spammed:
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[This is the first time I’ve seen the blood–dressed loli’s ghost energy fluctuate so much! In the end her dress stayed white and didn’t change back.]
[Damn, this newbie changed the blood–dressed loli’s attributes. She’s got skills!]
The next morning, I was woken up by the mechanical voice announcement:
[Initial players: 30; Currently alive: 15.]
I groggily picked up my phone and saw the player group discussing that 5 more people had died last night.
Three died at the hands of ghosts.
Two experienced something unknown, their terror value spiking to 100, and they were gone too.
I suddenly received a private message from Rachel:
[Nina, are you okay? I was busy dealing with the ghost on the second floor yesterday and didn’t have a chance to tell you. For the first three days, you must seize the time to win over your “family members“. I watched James’s livestream back then. This is the information I know, just take it as compensation. It’s my fault for not explaining the room selection rules in advance, causing you to have to live on the 30th floor.]
Besides this, Rachel was also giving advice to many new players in the group chat. Jack occasionally came out to curse:
[Why tell these newbies? I think you’re just too kind. Helping them doesn’t do us any good.]
Rachel typed to persuade him: [It’s not easy to meet. Don’t be so calculative.]
So the surviving players were all grateful to Rachel.
These two veteran players are quite interesting.
I smiled slightly and pressed my face to the screen to reply to Rachel:
23:48 Mon, 18 Aug PP.
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[I’m doing great, thanks for your concern.]
ས རཱ, 67%
The Headless Big Boss was holding his own head in one hand and Sissy in her white dress in the other, doing “dumbbell” lifts.
Seeing me hugging my phone, he seemed to realize something and frowned slightly:
“Don’t trust too mu-”
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed.
Sissy frowned worriedly and hurried to support him.
I also quickly rushed over to catch him with my body.
The mission system restricts NPCs from revealing specific clearance information to players.
