The house was empty.

Only Feng Yuhuai and the corpse beneath her remained, silently facing each other in a dead, oppressive silence, one eye gazing into the other.

Rip—

Her nails dug into flesh, extracting a bloody eyeball, which she then inserted back into Feng Yuhuai's eye socket.

Inside the eye socket, fine red threads squirmed like worms and snakes, bizarre and disgusting, adhering to the eyeball. Gradually, the pale, ghostly eye gathered rings of red threads, which coalesced and sank, eventually forming a deep, pitch-black pupil.

"Symmetrical!"

Feng Yuhuai glanced at her phone screen and then deleted the group photo.jpg from her phone.

She looked down at the corpse beneath her, pondering for a long time before resolutely deciding to grind the body into fine pieces and bury it within the heaps of surrounding debris.

She did not plan to mark the corpse with a [Mask] signature, even though the latter was indeed killed by the real [Mask·Zheng Hang].

The night settled, and a faint mist hovered in the dormitory bathroom.

After showering, Feng Yuhuai stood before the mirror, carefully examining her reflection.

In the pale, cold light, her face appeared slightly askew; the left side was as gentle and smooth as spring water, while the right seemed veiled in an imperceptible frost, exuding an inexpressible stiffness and eerie chill.

And this was her appearance after striving to suppress her emotions and control her facial expressions.

Feng Yuhuai rubbed her cheeks vigorously in frustration, several rebellious strands of hair being pulled from her head in her anxiety.

Then, she took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil within, and slowly walked out of the bathroom, crawling back under the quilt, covering her head.

"The drawback of being half-fused with the cloth doll is more troublesome than I imagined."

Lying in bed, Feng Yuhuai tossed and turned, acutely aware of her thinking becoming sluggish, as if groping through dense fog, no longer as agile and clear as before.

"Yuhuai, where exactly did you go tonight?" Her roommate Cuicui lay lazily in bed, sliding her phone screen as she curiously inquired.

Feng Yuhuai replied, "I went back to..."

Suddenly, Feng Yuhuai's expression changed, and her voice became as faint as a mosquito's buzz, as she whispered from under the covers, "I went home."

Cuicui responded with a sound of acknowledgment, frowning slightly, puzzled as she asked, "Strange, Yuhuai, what happened to your voice? I thought I heard a little girl's voice in the room just now."

Feng Yuhuai coughed lightly, struggling to make her voice sound natural, carefully responding to her roommate's curiosity, "Just a bit of a cold, maybe you misheard."

Beside her, Xiaojuan spoke with a trembling voice, timidly saying, "But I also thought I heard a little girl talking."

The atmosphere in the dormitory instantly became eerie and chilly.

Feng Yuhuai did not speak further, allowing her roommates to exchange puzzled glances and whispers.

Her temples throbbed as if struck by an invisible hammer, pulsing wildly: "Does this mean from now on, I must meticulously control my expressions and words every minute, every second? Otherwise, any slight oversight could cause facial splitting or dual voice?"

Half of her brain felt stuffed with cotton, sluggish and insufficient, yet she still had to allocate part of her mental capacity to managing expressions and speech?

Can you imagine the despair inside Feng Yuhuai's heart at this moment?

A buzzing sound, the phone's vibration snapped Feng Yuhuai from her thoughts.

A message flashed on the screen:

——Congratulations, [Mask] Miss, you completed my game task within the time limit.——Let's meet again when the next round of the game begins, wishing you a pleasant dream tonight~

Feng Yuhuai tightly pulled the quilt over her head, her face twisted like a grief-stricken and furious ghost.

She gritted her teeth, secretly vowing to unmask the person hiding behind this message.

The problem was, her brain was severely overloaded now, what could she do?

Feng Yuhuai's face contorted as she struggled to find answers in the maze of her mind, yet her brain seemed unwilling to cooperate.

The more she tried to think, the more her mind swelled, the more it swelled, the more urgently she thought, and the hair under the covers subtly smoldered.

Finally, under such enormous mental pressure, Feng Yuhuai felt a wave of dizziness, her consciousness gradually blurring. She drifted into a deep slumber, like a lone boat engulfed by the tide, wavering in the ocean of dreams.

In her dream, she was squatting in an alley in a floral dress, at her feet lay a litter of cats that had met a tragic end, which she pieced together with silk threads into a bizarre yet symmetrical monstrosity.

.....

[You meticulously orchestrated a murder game, physically eliminating your job-seeking competitor, understanding the ultimate secret of workplace survival known as the "rabbit hole."]

[Your evil value quietly rises, and the game's real inheritance level follows suit↑]

[Under your guidance and manipulation, "Mask" Miss committed an imperfect crime, with her misdeed firmly in your grasp.]

[You killed Cang Qingsen at the peak of his deepest emotions.]

[Your evil rapidly soared, and the game's real inheritance level increased↑↑↑]

[You ruthlessly toyed with "Mask" Miss's emotions, like a cat playing with a mouse, subjecting her to torture through fear and nightmares.]

[Your evil value continues to rise, and the game's real inheritance level continuously climbs through your actions↑]

[....]

[Your current inheritance level has risen to 9%!]

[You received rewards: Ordinary Skill Points*1, General Skill Proficiency*10000, Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill*1.]

Feng Mu, removing his mask, washed off the gel from his face, suddenly feeling wide awake, his eyes fixated excitingly on the scrolling subtitles before his retina.

"A little unexpected, a simple murder game actually elevated the inheritance level by 1%?"

Feng Mu paused for a moment, clarity forming in his heart, a shocking deduction taking shape in his mind.

"The reason is, whatever evil value generated by 'Mask' Miss in this process, the system accounts for both her name and mine."

"This means, if handled properly, 'Mask' Miss is like my readily activatable double experience card?"

Feng Mu's eyes shimmered brilliantly, his feelings for "Mask" Miss subtly deepening at this moment, he couldn't help but muse:

"Truly the person I care most about, and indeed, since after all, she's not only my..., but also bears the same name as I do."

Feng Mu mused for a while before closing the panel.

This time he was experienced, first stripping naked and entering the bathroom, sitting bare on the toilet before swallowing the Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill.

The effect took immediate effect after ingestion.

As before, alongside gurgling peculiar sounds, a foul odor quickly pervaded the toilet.

[After undergoing a profound baptism of bone cleansing, your strength has been enhanced.]

[Strength Index: 8.9→9.2, noticeable enhancement!]

[The miraculous effect of bone cleansing also delicately advanced your agility.]

[Agility Index: 6.2→6.5, graceful ascent!]

[Under the blessing of bone cleansing, your constitution experienced a qualitative leap, becoming more resilient than ever.]

[Constitution Index: 3.6→4.4, substantial leap!]

[And with the perfect conclusion of the bone cleansing ritual, your spiritual power gently and firmly grew.]

[Spiritual Index: 1.3→1.5, quietly growing!]

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