Darkness quickly enveloped the space.

It's so dark.

It's uncomfortable.

I almost couldn't breathe.

The darkness pressed on the body as if there was substance, every movement was extremely difficult, the thick and sticky floral fragrance seemed to be muddled even with the facial features, and the oxygen that could be inhaled into the lungs with each breath became thinner.

The distorted image in front of me kept repeating itself.

The dim streets, the majestic torrential rain, and the dazed girl being pushed into the speeding van by the people behind her.

The screeching of brakes and screams almost pierced the eardrums.

However, after a lot of stimulation, the devilish voice lingered like a maggot attached to the bone.

"You don't know, do you? In fact, your mother has always known that Dad doesn't love her, and she has always known that my mother and I exist. ”

"Haven't you ever seen Dad beat her? Does she often wrap herself tightly, and why? ”

"What a poor woman, I can't even look down on my mother, my rival."

Then the screen turns.

Her father, Xu Jian, appeared in front of him, the middle-aged man's temples were slightly white, his eyes were round, and his cheeks were red with anger.

Syllable!

He slapped Xu Zhibai on the face, and the roar gushed out close to his ears.

"What do you mean! Grow up and harden your wings! Even you suspect it, don't you?! ”

"Your mother didn't commit suicide, can I still push her downstairs?"

"After so many years of pampering you, you have been raised as a white-eyed wolf! Lao Tzu should not have your daughter! ”

No.

Say no more.

Those memory fragments came into my mind intermittently, looping frame by frame.

Xu Zhibai opened his eyes with difficulty, and his limbs were so sore that he looked like he had just finished a few thousand meters marathon.

There were only a few faint starlights in the gloomy night, and her eyes were occupied by large white roses, the one she held in her hand wrapped around her arm, and was still growing slowly.

The thorns of the flowers pierced into the flesh, the fragrance of the flowers became more and more intense, and the soft sound of the flowers and leaves shaking was like a soft whisper in the ear.

Stay-

You see how unfair the world is—

Stay, join us, and create a fair world –

Xu Zhibai's eyes trembled slightly.

Fair?

She exhaled softly, a look of regret in her eyes.

"The story is pretty well written."

Xu Zhibai stretched out her hand and grabbed the rose branch, and the thorns pierced her palm with blood, but as if she didn't feel pain, she pulled off the branch violently.

The branches were tightly wrapped around the skin, and when they were torn off, they inevitably brought out large patches of flesh.

A few drops of the splattered blood stained Xu Zhibai's pale face, and one fell just at the end of his eyes, and his vision was also dyed a little red.

The roses that fell to the ground quickly withered, and in the blink of an eye, the flowers and branches all withered and shrunk into a dry branch, and when the wind blew, they turned into flying ash and disappeared.

"But, I'm a person—" Xu Zhibai leaned over, his gaze at the same level as the rose, and he still held the scalpel in his hand.

"Never ask for fairness."

"It's impossible to swallow your anger for so many years."

The scalpel stabbed into the soil and cut out a rose in front of her.

As soon as the rose came out of the soil, it quickly withered and disappeared, just like the rose that had been torn off from the previous one.

Similar to what was guessed, these flowers, like ordinary plants, need nutrients to survive, and even more demanding conditions, withering as soon as they are detached from nutrients.

"You say, half an hour, is it enough for me to dig you up?"

When the rose near her heard this, the flower branch trembled, and the leaves gathered up to wrap around the flower branch, like a frightened little animal.

As time passed, the floral aroma, which became more and more intense, suddenly stalled.

Xu Zhibai opened her eyes and found that she was still in darkness, and the cold air mixed with the fishy stench hit her all over her face.

With the faint light outside the window, I finally felt the switch at the door.

The moment the lights came back, she let out a long sigh of relief.

The roses in her hand had withered, and they were blown to ashes by her breath.

The disemboweled corpse lay silently in the center of the room.

Xu Zhibai rubbed his aching eardrums, and his steps were a little vain.

The bedside message is obvious.

There are 10 minutes left in the countdown.

She thought about it, and went back to the ward where she had stayed before, the room was empty, and the bouquet of roses was placed at the head of the bed.

Except for the quilt that she lifted, the other things that were destroyed by Xu Weiwei were all left in place, as if they had not been passive at all.

Xu Zhibai blinked, showed a clear look, summoned the virtual interface, and directly clicked to submit the answer.

Deceased: Chen Fen.

Murderer: Chen Fen's husband.

As soon as the screen showed that the submission had been successful, she heard a mechanical electronic sound in her ears.

[Congratulations to player Xu Zhibai for successfully catching the murderer, the dungeon unlocking degree is 0%, and the reward has been distributed to your account, please pay attention to check.] 】

[Congratulations to players for breaking the record of dungeon unlocking, reward: 1000 Blue Moon Coins.]

Won the title of "Brain Reasoner": Wow! I solve the case by relying on my brain, what can you do~]

If you only look at the surface, this copy can be said to be unfair at the textbook level.

Xu Weiwei was wrapped around her whole body when she touched the rose, and she couldn't move, but she was pulled into another space with the rose, and the rose threatened to help her claim justice.

The deceased Chen Fen is her nurse, and she knows all about the relationship between the characters and the family relationship, her husband often abuses domestic violence, and he is easy to kill after drinking.

But if there is no Xu Weiwei at all, there is no public unfairness.

Her existence is just an NPC to confuse the viewers.

Fortunately, this copy is still conscience, and after being recognized, the traces of Xu Weiwei's existence were erased.

What if the copy was a little more difficult, not only to increase the authenticity of the memory, but also to increase the realism of the characters, and to create a living environment that was extremely comfortable?

Can she still walk out of the illusion so determined?

Then, Xu Zhibai's eyes flickered, and when he saw clearly, he found himself in a white mist.

[Please follow the prompts to go to the lobby and do not linger at the clearance gate.] 】

A long lead line emerged from the white mist.

In the hazy white mist, the little black beast lay on the young man's shoulder, its little paws tugging at its ears, as if it finally realized that it could not find 10 million, and its voice drooped.

"Where are we going next? We've been to all of these copies. ”

The young man stretched out his hand and pushed his glasses, no matter how thick the mist was, it did not stain the gold-wire glasses in the slightest, and the edges were full of sharp light.

He stared silently in the direction Xu Zhibai left.

The little beast sensed something keenly, and its ears pricked up: "Do you want to follow her?" She still owes us 10 million, but she can't die easily. ”

These words did not arouse any emotions among the young man, as if he was not the one who used the knife for money before.

He moved his wrist and tilted his head slightly, his cold voice revealing a cold and dangerous aura in the mist.

"Her heart must be beautiful."

"Hah!" The movement of the little beast licking its claws on its shoulders suddenly stopped, and the hair on its tail exploded directly.