——Hello, Feng Yuhuai, I want to play a game with you!

——Or should I call you [Mask]? Hehehe, but don't be afraid, you have 48 hours left before you're exposed, you still have a chance.

——You have a chance to change yourself, change your Destiny, but whether you can make the right choice, only the [link] can give the answer!!!

When you see these three lines on the phone screen, can you imagine what Feng Yuhuai is feeling at this moment?

She felt as if those three lines had come alive, like maggots crawling out of a rotting corpse, squirming into her eyes, sending chills down her spine.

Even though her bed was warm with body heat, and she was holding a warm and delicate body in her arms, Feng Yuhuai felt a coldness rise from the depths of her heart, with fine beads of cold sweat seeping from her pores.

She involuntarily shivered, her originally charming face suddenly prickled with goosebumps, as if countless tiny tendrils spread under her skin, creeping with grim and shadowy tension.

"Am I exposed?"

"Someone knows I'm [Mask], no, I'm not [Mask], I'm just an impersonator, but did someone really mistake me for the real [Mask] and drag me out?"

Obviously,

Her strategy of impersonating [Mask] was very successful, even the exposer believed she was [Mask], but it also failed because she's about to be exposed as [Mask].

I originally wanted to shift the blame to [Mask], but now it seems I'll really end up taking [Mask]'s fall, is this what they call shooting yourself in the foot?

Feng Yuhuai's mind was extraordinarily chaotic.

She slowly took a few deep breaths, clutching the cloth doll tightly in her hands until it was deformed, its tongue sticking out like a hanged ghost.

Feng Yuhuai quickly glanced at the other people in the dormitory, ensuring they were still asleep, then carefully held the phone in her hand, deciding not to alert anyone.

At such a critical moment, she knew that panic would only make things worse.

She forced herself to calm down, slowly sat up from the bed, silently slipped out of the covers, and tiptoed into the bathroom, locking the door cautiously before sitting on the toilet.

The soft light of the bathroom fell on her face, restoring a bit of color to her frightened visage.

Her fingers hovered over the phone screen for a moment, hesitating whether to click on that [link].

But in the end, she chose the more cautious approach.

Her fingertips lightly touched the virtual keyboard, each letter seemed like a struggle from deep within her, she typed a reply slowly, letter by letter.

——Who are you?

——I don't understand what you're saying?

.....

The ding-ding notification sound echoed gently through the air, and the pop-up reply box on the computer screen instantly drew Five Senior Brother's attention.

His eyes lit up, as if he had found a treasure, then he turned to look at Feng Mu, giving a thumbs up, with an approving look that seemed to silently say: "As expected of your sister, you truly understand her."

Feng Mu remained calm, just slightly pursing the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile, "There's no way around it, from a genetic standpoint, it's a bloodline suppression, I'm naturally her bane."

Feng Mu then pulled over a chair, sitting comfortably in front of the computer, typing replies nonchalantly, like a good brother solving his sister's confusion.

"My foolish Imoto!" Feng Mu thought.

The crisp sound of keyboard typing echoed in the room.

.....

——You know what I'm talking about.

——From the moment you responded, you admitted to everything, my dear and naive [Mask] Miss.

On the phone screen, each word seemed gentle and calm, yet when combined, they were like sharp blades, piercing Feng Yuhuai's heart.

At that instant, her heart, parasitized by the Puppet Mother Seed, felt punctured with thousands of wounds, all secrets exposed through filthy wounds.

Feng Yuhuai's teeth rattled with fear, her tongue stiff, as she scanned the bathroom in terror, feeling as though a pair of terrifying eyes were undressing her through the space.

——Who on earth are you?

——What do you want?

After a few seconds, a message came back.

——Who I am is not important; what matters is you've already wasted 17 minutes and 22 seconds.

——The sands of time silently flow, for someone desperate to grasp a thread of hope, every second wasted is an act of slow suicide.

——How do you see it, Miss [Mask]? Or, have you prepared to remove that mask, and stand unguarded in the spotlight?

——Just to remind you, in the gap of our conversation, your remaining time has been reduced to 47 hours, 41 minutes and 17 seconds, oh no, 16 seconds! 15 seconds, 14 seconds..."

Feng Yuhuai's forehead veins surfaced, the phone creaked under her grip, her chest heaved violently, she could feel a deceitful concern wafting through the screen.

It was a style more advanced than her own "passive-aggression".

The last time Feng Yuhuai felt this helpless was in that clinic's dark basement, when her shirt was torn off brutally, her chest ruthlessly exposed to the air.

And this time... Although different in circumstance, it bred the same sense of despair.

Unlike the frontal baring of before, she was not facing her opponent directly this time, so there wasn't the same direct, near-death pressure.

The other party even thoughtfully left a buffer time, as if displaying some kind of benevolence... what a joke!

She only felt an even more suffocating pressure, like a slowly flowing current, which wouldn't sweep someone away abruptly, but would wrap, bind, until slowly dragging one into deep water, beyond escape.

This is a tactic far more insidious and dreadful than outright violence.

Besides anger and despair, Feng Yuhuai felt mostly wronged; what's going on, why do bizarre, terrifying enemies keep targeting me?

I'm just a college girl, what did I ever do to make you endlessly target me?!

Feng Yuhuai couldn't find an answer, her eyes reddened, she glanced at the ticking time on her phone, finally surrendering to fate and asked one last question.

——What do you want me to do?

The reply was swift as lightning, concise and powerful, without superfluous words, there was only one—[link].

Feng Yuhuai stared at the sent [link], her pupils contracted, remnants of caution or reason told her she shouldn't click on this [link], but fear drove her to slowly move her finger.

Click!

Like the sound of unlocking, she opened the link.

Click!

Like the clamping of shackles, she put on the electronic anklet.

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