Get through the damn truth

Mr. Tang persuaded him to drink, but in the end he got drunk from what he had drunk, and was helped back to the room by the maid.

He waited in the living room because he didn't know what he was going to do next.

Not long after, the maid came downstairs. The maid smiled, a little scary, as if she had malicious intentions.

The maid pretended to fall and threw herself on Qian Hanlin, preventing him from dodging in time.

"Oh my gentleman, thank you for catching me."

The maid gave him another wink, her hand on his chest.

Qian Hanlin frowned and pushed him away, "Don't touch me!"

"Ah."

The maid gave a low laugh.

"I like a gentle gentleman like you."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in your model."

Qian Hanlin tried to speak with the thinking of people in this world.

"Oh that's such a pity, my sweetheart."

It sounds weird to talk with your back up like this. Do all robots talk like this?

"I'll take you to your room, but don't come out at night~ The night is always restless~"

It seems that this triggers the development of the plot?

Bring Qian Hanlin into the guest room, which is the room at the end of the corridor.

"Sweet dreams, my gentleman."

The maid blinked playfully, then twisted her waist and went back to her room.

The guest room is very simple, with a toilet, a bed, a table, and a chair. It seems that there is no need to investigate this room.

He took off his coat and put it on the chair, ready to fall asleep, but it was pitch black outside without moonlight.

In the middle of the night, Qian Hanlin sat up abruptly, clutching his chest and panting slightly. The cold sweat on his body was blown to the bone by the night wind, and faint crying could be heard in his ears.

Listen carefully, it seems that someone is covering your mouth, and there is a broken and struggling cry for help from your throat.

Qian Hanlin wanted to go out to have a look, but found that there was no light in the room. He groped for the wall and opened the door. The candle lamp in the corridor glowed weakly, and the crying stopped abruptly.

He heard the butler's words, "I always hear the lady crying."

He walked to his daughter's door, but couldn't hear the movement inside. He tried to turn the doorknob, but found that it was not locked. He opened the door and found that it was pitch black inside, as if everything was covered with a black cloth.

Suddenly a hand stretched out from the darkness, and the cold light on the hand pierced into the heart.

Floating words appeared in front of my eyes.

BADEND stabbed to death

The scene in front of him began to distort. Qian Hanlin opened his eyes again and found himself back in his room, as if nothing had happened.

He understood that if he didn't solve the puzzle, he would be forever trapped in this game, a game within a game, a cage within a cage.

He went out of the room and knocked on the maid's door.

The door opened, and the layout inside was still unclear, but the maid's face that seemed to be smiling was not a smile. She sensed the danger and wanted to escape, but she was wrapped around her neck by a rope, and she was dragged into the room while suffocating.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was tied to a cross, and the maid's body was constantly rubbing against his body.

Words appeared again.

BADENDCaptivity

......

He opened his eyes and went back to his room, there were two more rooms.

He went to the corridor again, but he failed twice anyway, so he knocked down one by one. He stood in front of his son's door and knocked. The door opened, and it was pitch black inside. He probably knew that he was going to die again.

A large number of white pigeons and crows suddenly flew out from the inside, rushed out and knocked Qian Hanlin directly off the guardrail on the second floor, with his head on the ground, watching the blood flow out and take shape.

BADEND fell to his death

Qian Hanlin, who wakes up again, has only one option left, and this time a new plot should be triggered.

Go to Mr. Tang's wife's room and knock on the door.

"Dong Dong".

"who is it?"

"Sister-in-law is me."

The door was opened, and Mr. Tang's wife, who was sleepy, was seen.

"What's up?"

Mr. Tang's wife yawned.

Qian Hanlin sneaked a peek inside, but Mr. Tang was not there.

"Where's my brother?"

"Hmph! The ghost knows where he went! Is there anything else? Go to bed if you have nothing to do, don't run around at night!"

"I just heard what sounded like someone was crying."

Mr. Tang's wife was a little impatient, and her complexion became bad, "It must be playing some new tricks with that damn machine again, you don't mind these nosy things, go to sleep!"

Indeed it might be the sound that most of that kind of thing would make.

After Mr. Tang's wife finished speaking, she closed the door. Qian Hanlin felt as if something was looking at him. He turned his head suddenly and found that his son's door was opened a small crack. He saw an eye looking at him, and that person found himself Turning his head, he immediately locked the door with a "click".

Qian Hanlin thought that there was a door that had never been opened. He walked to that door, turned the lock, but it was still locked, and no one knocked on the door.

This room may be the butler's room, but judging from the prompt in the first level, it should have left.

If I go to knock on other doors now, will it be the end of direct death?Now there is no hint, just let yourself catch mice like a blind cat.

Qian Hanlin still decided to give it a try. He repeated the experiment again and again. Finally, Qian Hanlin, who died in various ways, gave up the experiment. He lay down on the bed and waited for the night to end.

Early the next morning, Qian Hanlin was woken up by a knock on the door.

"My gentleman, everyone is waiting for your meal."

"Okay, thanks, I'll be right out."

Qian Hanlin felt casual and went to the restaurant after washing up. Everyone was really waiting for him alone. Although he was a guest in name, but everyone didn't have a meal, and it made him a little embarrassed to watch him walk along the way.

"My dear brother, didn't you sleep well last night? Why did you get up so late?"

Mr. Tang is still very warm to welcome.

"No, I slept well, that's why I accidentally overslept. Don't look at me, everyone, and have breakfast."

"Yes, yes! Let's eat!"

Everyone seems to have been ordered to start eating in unison, which seems particularly disobedient.

He saw that the food in front of him was a piece of steak, and it smelled bloody. He didn't know what kind of animal it was, but seeing such food early in the morning made Qian Hanlin feel like vomiting.

He suddenly misses the food from the previous world. Although the stinky boy named Lin Lixi was the culprit of everything, he really did his best to treat himself well. food.

"Oh! Doesn't my brother have an appetite for breakfast? This is a calf slaughtered by my son himself. It is nutritious and fresh. I am really proud of it."

The son responded with a smile, "Thank you father for the compliment."

Then he continued to bow his head and eat his food.

"I....I'm not very hungry...."

"Oh! I forgot! Damn it! I forgot that you're a vegetarian, bro. Come on, make a green salad."

As soon as this sentence fell, everyone except Mr. Tang looked at him fiercely, with a look that you are a different kind, and a different kind cannot exist, and goose bumps instantly appeared.

"Yes, sir."

The maid stood up and went to the kitchen with dark eyes.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, put down the tableware and looked over.

"What's wrong?"

Qian Hanlin didn't know why he felt a little guilty.

"This is the rule of our family, guests are honorable, even though you are my younger brother."

Not long after, the maid brought a bowl of vegetable salad and placed it in front of Qian Hanlin.

"Please take it easy, Mr. Gentleman."

He picked up the cutlery and found that everyone was still looking at him without moving.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

no response...

Qian Hanlin had no choice but to bite the bullet and insert a small piece of lettuce into his mouth to chew slowly. It had a sweet taste, which should be the taste of salad.

Seeing him eat, everyone seemed relieved and continued with their breakfast.

I don't know why Qian Hanlin felt that his respiratory tract was uncomfortable, his chest was a little stuffy, and his head was dizzy for a while. The discomfort caused him to fall to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and his body was not short of twitching.

The reminder appeared again.

BADEND

This house is really in crisis... It's not easy to eat, and it's dead again...