Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1402: Story 1

If the baby next door keeps crying, she's going to go crazy.

Is there no milk for it? Are you refusing to change its diaper? If the baby keeps crying, the parents are not ashamed at all and are not worried about disturbing the neighbors?

I really want to cover that baby's face with a pillow. She tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, her sleepiness having been burned away by her anger - this game venue happened to be a shabby cheap apartment, and she couldn't even take a nap.

The neighbor's door on the other side opened, and a roar echoed through the corridor. "Gag it with a pacifier, it's so noisy!"

That’s right, Yan Huang thought. Her husband happened to pass by the bedroom door and walked to the other end. She hurriedly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

She can't sleep now, but the baby's crying has stopped.

According to the character description, her husband Hei Peng recently took a long leave from the hospital and stayed at home every day. It was just because he was tired and wanted to take a rest. When she saw this, she still thought, she has already entered the society, how can there be such a willful person?

When she saw her goal, she understood.

The goal of passing the level is simple. She must "successfully survive 30 days" - why is it possible that she will not survive 30 days? In most murder cases in the world, the first suspect is always the spouse of the deceased, right? Otherwise, who else in this building would have a reason to kill her? Moreover, his character handbook also said, "There have been a lot of problems between the couple recently." It was so unpleasant that it was too difficult to escape by going to work and insisting on staying with her 24 hours a day. Strange.

I am afraid that the pressure on her life is not small. Her short-term goal is to "persuade others to believe in herself and help her spend 30 days safely." Thinking about it this way, there is no doubt that the only suspect is her husband - only he is the candidate, and Yan Huang needs to convince others.

"Are you awake? Lunch is ready," Hei Peng poked his head in and said softly: "How is your appetite today?"

Yan Huang sneered in his heart. She turned around slowly and said: "...I don't want to eat it yet. You can put it in the microwave first. When I want to eat it, it will heat up."

He looked her up and down with his eyes, maybe suppressing his disappointment, then smiled and said: "Well, don't wait too long, you have to take medicine after dinner. By the way, take your medicine soon. It’s done, I’ll ask my colleagues to bring some over in the afternoon.”

She flushed the bottles of medicine bit by bit into the toilet and the food waste grinder at the dosage of 2 pills at a time, twice a day, but he didn't know.

Of course, this information is also written in the character manual.

The goal of her husband's character must be to kill herself, and she has almost no doubt about this. The question is how and when he plans to do it. There are many eyes and ears in this building, and most of them are idle people who don't have to go to work, and their schedules are very chaotic. If he rashly starts at home, it will be difficult to find a suitable time to dispose of the body afterwards.

Yan Huang sat motionless on the bed for half an hour when he heard a knock on the door. Hei Peng went to open the door and heard the conversation, which seemed to be that of the fake spiritual medium upstairs.

"Please invite some of our neighbors to sit down for a while?" She heard Hei Peng's question clearly in the busy conversation. "Well...you may not know Xiao Huang's situation..."

Here we go again.

In her character introduction, it is written very clearly: Recently, she has noticed that her husband is spreading lies about her among the neighbors, saying that she is not mentally well and needs to lie down and rest... Of course there is no such thing One sentence is true. In fact, after all is said and done, it can be summed up in one sentence: "Don't believe what she says."

What other good intentions could there be to deliberately leave her alone?

"Maybe proper social interaction will help..." The psychic hasn't given up yet.

Yan Huang was suddenly inspired and had an idea. She must first prove that she has no mental problems before she can continue to prove that her husband has evil intentions towards her and gain the trust and help of others. With the pressure of outside supervision, the goal of surviving for 30 days will be much easier - now there is an opportunity to let others understand the situation, which is naturally the best.

She opened the door and hurried into the living room, surprising the psychic - "Elizabeth, what do you want us to do?"

"Just sit down, drink tea, and chat." Elizabeth said to her, "At three-thirty this afternoon, there are other people coming."

As expected of Elizabeth, she specifically chose a time that was out of sync and where she didn’t have to entertain meals. "Who is going?"

"Those two college students, Teacher Guan, Aibi..." The medium counted and said, "Miss Chen and Grandma Pink are also here. I never saw the barbecue, and no one answered the knock on the door."

Maybe he was drunk to death again. Yanhuang pretended to think for a moment and said to her husband: "Then I'll go too. I don't want to be bored at home all the time."

Hei Peng looked at her and hesitated to speak. If she hadn't read the character manual and knew his secret plan, she might have been fooled by this look of sincere concern; if she didn't act, everyone would believe his lies.

"What time is it now?" Yan Huang looked at his watch, "Hey, there's still more than an hour left. Otherwise, I'll go up with you now. I've always been interested in that crystal ball, and I want to Take a look at your palm..." She turned to her husband and said, "Let's meet at her house at half past three."

As long as she can get away from her husband temporarily, getting the word out is a trivial matter. However, Hei Peng immediately shook his head and said, "Don't go out alone. You'd better wait for me to come with you."

Yan Huang felt her face jump a few times - Hei Peng guarded her like a thief and never took a glance away from her. She felt that if she stayed in bed for an hour, he could walk back and forth from the door ten times.

"I'm just going upstairs, what should I worry about?" She said coldly, "Either you go with me now, don't make me wait for you."

Hei Peng smiled apologetically at the psychic, looking helpless. Yanhuang regretted a little, giving him a chance to show off was in vain, making himself seem to be being unreasonable; but at least he couldn't follow him forcefully anymore. Hei Peng nodded and said: "Then...Elizabeth, Xiao Huang, please call me if you need anything."

When she followed Elizabeth out of the door, she turned around and listened. She pressed her ears against the door panel for several seconds and felt that Hei Peng was not in the living room. When she turned her head, she found that the psychic was looking at him in surprise. she.

She weighed it in her mind. Elizabeth was in her thirties and always kept to herself. It seemed that she had no relatives or friends in the world, and no one would find her if she disappeared.

"Have you had lunch?" Yan Huang asked deliberately. "I remembered that I have a lot of food at home. Would you like some?"

Elizabeth, the character, never shakes her head at a free lunch: "Thank you so much. It's already this late and I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Well, wait for me." Yan Huang slowly and silently opened the door a crack and looked around. Hei Peng was not in the living room and didn't know what she was doing in the house. She immediately slipped into the kitchen quickly, poured all the lunch into a box with her hands and feet, and quickly slipped out again.

As soon as the door of the house closed behind her, she immediately stuffed the box into Elizabeth's arms.

"Have you eaten?" the other party asked.

"After eating," Yan Huang didn't feel hungry. She hadn't felt hungry for a while. "If you want, you can come to our house every day to get lunch and dinner."

Elizabeth's face was shining, as if she was afraid that she would regret it, so she agreed immediately. "No problem, that's great, don't you want breakfast included?"

You're welcome. However, Yan Huang had known that she would agree - how could this woman have any psychic ability? Her strongest ability was probably just to make money; she happened to only need Elizabeth to do one thing, which was to do what Hei Peng did to her every day. Eat the meal.

Elizabeth held the lunch box like a treasure and was about to go upstairs when she suddenly glanced at Hu's Barbeque House.

"Don't look, that person is probably drunk," Yan Huang said, "he won't go to drink tea."

In the character introduction of Barbeque Hu, it is written that he is a heavy drinker and is often drunk into a puddle before noon. He also has a bad temper after drinking and has quarreled with other neighbors several times because of the baby's cry.

Elizabeth said "hmm", not sure whether she heard it or not. "Let's go," she straightened her expression and looked a bit like a serious person.

When we walked up to the second floor, Pink in Apartment 6 was sitting outside playing a war game. Elizabeth said hello to him, and while leading Yanhuang to Apartment No. 7~IndoMTL.com~ she kept introducing her various psychic abilities and the inconveniences these abilities brought to her... Yan Huang rolled his eyes in his heart. This purpose is too obvious. Who would really believe that she is a psychic?

Arriving at the door of Apartment No. 7, Elizabeth put her lunch box under her arm and searched for her keys in her other hand. Yanhuang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window next to the door - every house had a similar structure, and the curtains in every house were closed, and Elizabeth was no exception - glanced at it boredly for a few times, and suddenly his eyes jumped. There was a pause below the curtain.

...Isn't this right?

At this moment, the door lock finally clicked open. Elizabeth invited her into the house and said: "Not only these, I have also faced ghosts..."

Yan Huang turned a deaf ear to her nagging. As soon as he entered the door, he immediately turned his head and stared at the French window next to the door.

Should I tell Elizabeth?

If she told her, would she actually confirm the rumors that she was mentally unstable?

"What's wrong?" asked the psychic.

Yan Huang opened his eyes wide, stared at her for a few seconds, and then scanned the room. Elizabeth didn't seem to notice anything was wrong at all.

"Do you live alone?" she asked for confirmation.

"Yes."

"Then you...didn't you see it?" Yan Huang pointed at the curtain and stammered: "Just now...when you opened the door just now, there was a pair of bare feet standing under the curtain."