Strange rules: starting with a white-haired beauty

Just as he reached out to tighten the faucet, the dark red liquid in the sink suddenly condensed into several spikes, which directly pierced Han Zaihe's body and his heart.

"Welcome home, Han Zaihe." An ethereal and strange voice sounded in the room.

His live broadcast room also went dark forever.

"Oh my god, are you just a contestant from Kimchi Country? Where is the progress of this plot?"

"I don't know if you have noticed that Boss Zhirou also planned to turn off the faucet before, but for some reason she seemed to have given up on this idea. Moreover, Boss Zhirou retreated early. When the monster woke up, I didn’t catch up with Boss Zhirou immediately.”

"You mean, she temporarily judged that there was something wrong with the sink? So she finally decided not to touch the faucet?"

"To be honest... Judging from all the clues she got, it shouldn't be possible to conclude that Rule 7 is the correct conclusion. Either she took a gamble, or she has other talents that have been unknown... However, If she was making a gambling decision, she should have decided from the beginning instead of suddenly understanding something halfway through."

"However, one thing has not changed from beginning to end. Even if the decision made by Boss Zhirou is like this, it cannot be judged that Rule 7 is correct. If you don't want to deal with it alone, do you not want to deal with it at all?"

"Brother Zhirou, Lan Zhirou's live broadcast room has gone dark!"

"What the hell?" Originally, this group of people felt that watching Lan Zhirou's live broadcast was a bit boring, so they came to watch the world live broadcast. However, after walking for only a short while, they heard something that made them nervous. This group of people came to watch the live broadcast of Lan Zhirou. People also hurriedly returned to Longguo's live broadcast room.

As expected, Lan Zhirou's perspective on the screen was completely black. Many people saw with their own eyes that the screen went black immediately after Lan Zhirou was pulled into the room. However, because the death message was broadcast immediately after Han Zaihe died, Lan Zhirou arrived. So far, no death information has been broadcast, and they all still retain a glimmer of hope, hoping that the woman who has always performed miracles can do the same this time.

"Hiss - where is this special meow? MD, why does your head hurt so much? Are these ghost copies so torturous?" The expectations of the Dragon Kingdom audience were not disappointed in the end. A trace of light appeared in the originally black screen. A flash of bright light restored Lan Zhirou's perspective again after a moment.

Lan Zhirou woke up in the room holding her head in severe pain. She lost consciousness the moment she entered the room, and then woke up on a creaking iron bed. This time she felt a headache. It was even more intense than when I first entered the dungeon, and there were some strange memory fragments in my mind - a woman's voice saying "I must go back, I must go back..." "October 10th, that's the day... ".

"Another paper ball...?" After relieving the severe headache, Lan Zhirou once again felt the familiar feeling. There was another paper ball in her hand, also written in red ketchup. Word.

It's just that this time what's written on it is not a rule, but a short sentence. If you look carefully, the words seem to be still twisting.

[You're here again... Do you remember, who are you? 】This is what is written on the note.

"Me? I'm...hiss..." Lan Zhirou was about to say her name when a severe headache came again. She clearly felt that the answer she was about to say was not the real answer. Even if she said it, To no avail.

This also made her realize that she was completely the "protagonist" in this copy, not herself.

"Who am I...? I can't remember it at all, and I don't have any clues... If this is the key information, I must have missed something, but there is no relevant information at all in these fragmentary memories, and I am sure that I don't have any. Missing any place that could be searched...why is this copy so strange?"

Lan Zhirou said to herself, but as if the ball of paper heard what Lan Zhirou said, the writing on it began to twist and deform.

【Hmm...who is it? You can't remember it either? But it doesn’t matter if you can’t remember it? Because that's not important at all. What's important is what's going on right now. You've been here long enough, right...] After the distortion stopped, the text on the piece of paper turned into this sentence.

"What are you talking about?" After the words on the paper ball stopped changing, Lan Zhirou realized that the paper ball seemed to be able to communicate, and she also discovered something was wrong. "But it doesn't matter if I can't remember it?" Why is this sentence a question mark? This doesn't seem to be something that can be explained by a simple grammatical error.

In the Gray Hall of Regret, is it important to remember who you are? In this way, the original rule 5 was a wrong rule, and Lan Zhirou immediately marked "suspected error, pending" next to rule 5.

[It’s been too long, can’t we keep hiding here? You should have noticed something strange here. Run away quickly, as far away as possible. Leave this "home" and never look back. No matter what happens, never come back. 】The text on the note twisted and changed again, but this time the text seemed to be much blurred.

"Who are you, and why are you helping me?" She, who had already experienced two copies of the baptism, did not feel scared or intimidated by the note that could answer her question, she just asked lightly.

The identity of the note was obviously a very important thing. It would help Lan Zhirou know what the "person" in the rules meant, so she didn't waste any more words and directly asked the question she wanted to ask.

[If you have the chance to know, you will naturally understand, but for many things, it is best not to understand... There is no time, leave quickly, run away now, don't get caught again. No, that's not right... Going back there is the best choice. 】

The writing on the paper ball began to become extremely blurry. After a few seconds, the little girl's silvery laughter came to Lan Zhirou's ears. After the laughter disappeared, the writing on the paper ball also completely disappeared, as if They never existed.

The strange phenomenon disappeared, and Lan Zhirou's headache also disappeared. She slowly sat up from the bed where she was lying, scanned the surrounding environment, and found that it seemed to be a bedroom with poor lighting.

With the faint light projected into the room, she barely looked at the bed she was sitting on. Most of the sheets on the bed were stained red with blood, and it seemed that the bed had not been tidied for a long time.