If the baby next door continued to cry, she would go crazy.
Was there no milk for it to eat? Was it not willing to change its diaper? The baby kept crying, but as parents, they were not ashamed at all. Were they not worried that they would disturb the neighbors?
She really wanted to cover the baby's face with a pillow. She tossed and turned in bed for a while. Her drowsiness had long been burned away by her anger. The playground was just a shabby, cheap apartment. She couldn't even have a good afternoon nap.
On the other side, the neighbor's door opened, and an angry roar echoed through the corridor. "Use a pacifier to block it. It's so noisy!"
That's right, Yan Huang thought. Her husband passed by the bedroom door and walked to the other side. She hurriedly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
She could not sleep now, but the crying of the baby had stopped.
According to the character description, her husband, Hei Peng, had recently applied for a long leave from the hospital. He stayed at home every day just because he was tired and wanted to rest. When she read this, she thought, "How can there be such a willful person who works in society?"
But when she saw her goal, she understood.
The goal was simple. She had to "successfully live for 30 days". Why couldn't she live for 30 days? In most murder cases, the first suspect was always the deceased's spouse, right? Otherwise, who else in this building would have a reason to kill her? And her character manual also said, "There have been many problems between the husband and wife recently." They were already so unhappy. Why didn't he use work as an excuse to hide? Instead, he insisted on staying with her 24 hours a day. It was too strange.
She was probably under a lot of pressure. Her short-term goal was to "convince others to believe in her and help her survive for 30 days." Thinking about it, the only suspect was her husband. He was the only candidate. Yan Huang didn't need to convince others.
"Are you awake? Lunch is ready. "Hei Peng poked his head in and said softly," How's your appetite today? "
Yan Huang sneered in her heart. She slowly turned around and said, "… I don't want to eat yet. Put it in the microwave first. When I want to eat it, I will heat it up. "
He looked her up and down. Maybe he suppressed his disappointment, he smiled and said, "Okay, don't wait too long. You still have to take your medicine after lunch. By the way, your medicine is almost finished. I'll ask my colleague to send some over in the afternoon. "
She took two pills at a time, twice a day, and slowly flushed the bottles of medicine into the toilet bowl and the kitchen waste disintegrator, but he didn't know.
Of course, this information was also written in the character manual.
The husband's goal must be to kill her. She had no doubt about it. The question was how and when he was going to do it. There were many eyes and ears in this building, and most of them were idlers who did not have to work. Their schedules were messy. If he acted rashly at home, it would be difficult for him to find the right time to dispose of the body.
Yan Huang sat motionlessly on the bed for half an hour before he heard someone knock on the door. Hei Peng went to open the door. Listening to the conversation, it seemed to be the fake psychic upstairs.
"Invite us neighbors over for a chat?" She heard Hei Peng's question very clearly amidst the noisy conversation. "Well … You might not know about Goldie's situation …"
Here it was again.
In her character introduction, it was written very clearly. Recently, she noticed that her husband was spreading lies about her among the neighbors. He said that she was not in a good state of mind and needed to rest quietly … Of course, none of these were true. In fact, in the end, it all boiled down to one sentence: "Don't believe what she says."
He deliberately left her isolated and helpless. What other good intentions could he have?
"Maybe a proper social interaction would help …" The psychic did not give up.
Yan Huang suddenly quivered and had an idea. She had to prove that she was not mentally ill before she could continue to prove that her husband was not faithful to her. Only then could she gain the trust and help of others. With the pressure of outsiders' supervision, it would be much easier to live for 30 days. Now that there was a chance for others to understand the situation, it was naturally a good opportunity.
She pulled the door open and rushed into the living room, which shocked the psychic. "Y 'lisabet, what do you want us to do?"
"Just sit, drink tea, and chat," Y 'lisabet said to her. "At 3: 30 this afternoon, there are other people coming."
Y 'lisabet really lived up to her name. She had deliberately picked a time that did not match the time of the meal. "Who else is going?"
"The two university students, Teacher Guan, Abby …" The psychic counted and said, "Miss Chen and Grandma Pink are also coming. I haven't seen Barbecue Hu, and no one answered when I knocked on the door. "
Maybe he passed out drunk again. Yan Huang pretended to think for a moment and said to her husband, "Then I'll go too. I don't want to be cooped up at home all the time."
Hei Peng looked at her, wanting to say something but hesitating. If she had not read the character manual and knew his secret plan, she would have been fooled by his sincere and worried face. If she did not take action, everyone would believe his lies.
"What time is it now?" Yan Huang looked at her watch. "Hey, there's still more than an hour. How about this, I'll go up with you now. I've always been interested in that crystal ball, and I want to have my palm read … "She turned to her husband and said," Let's meet at her house at 3: 30. "
As long as she could temporarily get rid of her husband and spread the word, it would be a small matter. However, Hei Peng immediately shook his head and said, "Don't go out alone. It's better to wait for me."
Yan Huang felt her face twitch a few times. Hei Peng was guarding against her as if she was a thief. He did not take his eyes off her. She felt that if she were to rest in bed for an hour, he would walk back and forth from the door ten times.
"I'm just going upstairs. What's there to worry about?" She said with a cold face, "Why don't you come with me now? Don't make me wait for you."
Hei Peng smiled at the psychic apologetically, looking helpless. Yan Huang felt a little regretful. She had given him a chance to perform and made it seem like she was being unreasonable. However, at least he could not force himself to follow her anymore. Hei Peng nodded and said, "Then … Y 'lisabet, please take care of Xiao Huang. Call me if you need anything."
After she followed Y 'lisabet out of the door, she turned around and pressed her ear against the door for a few seconds. She felt that Hei Peng was not in the living room. When she turned her head, she saw the psychic looking at her in surprise.
She weighed the matter in her heart. Y 'lisabet was in her thirties. She was always alone, as if she had no relatives or friends in the world. Nobody would look for her if she went missing.
"Have you had lunch?" Yan Huang asked deliberately. "I remember. I have a lot of food at home. Do you want to eat?"
Y 'lisabet would never shake her head at a free lunch. "Thank you so much. It's already so late and I haven't had breakfast yet."
"Okay. Wait for me." Yan Huang slowly and silently opened the door a little and looked around. Hei Peng was not in the living room. She did not know what he was doing in the house. She quickly slipped into the kitchen and quietly poured all the lunch into a box. Then, she quickly slipped out again.
When the door closed behind her, she immediately stuffed the box into Y 'lisabet's arms.
"Have you eaten?" Y 'lisabet asked.
"I've eaten." Yan Huang didn't feel hungry. She hadn't felt hungry for a long time. "If you want, you can come to our house for lunch and dinner every day."
Y 'lisabet's face was glowing as if she was afraid that Lin Sanjiu would go back on her words. "No problem. That's great. Don't you have breakfast?"
She really did not hold back. However, Yan Huang already knew that Y 'lisabet would agree. This woman did not have any psychic abilities. Her strongest ability was probably to scrounge for food. Coincidentally, she only needed Y' lisabet to do one thing, and that was to eat the food that Hei Peng made for her every day.
Y 'lisabet held the lunch box as if it was a treasure. She was about to go upstairs when she suddenly glanced at BBQ Hu's house.
"There's no need to look. That person is probably drunk long ago," Yan Huang said. "He won't be drinking tea."
BBQ Hu's character introduction stated that he was a heavy drinker. He would often be drunk before noon. He also had a bad temper after drinking. There were several times when he quarreled with the other neighbors because of the baby's crying.
Y 'lisabet replied with a "hmm." Lin Sanjiu did not know whether she heard it or not. "Come on," she said, straightening her face and looking a little more like a serious person.
When they walked up to the second floor, Pink from apartment number 6 was sitting outside, playing a war game. Y 'lisabet greeted him. As she led Yan Huang to apartment number 7, she kept introducing her various psychic abilities and the inconvenience these abilities brought to her … Yan Huang could not help but roll her eyes inwardly. Her motive was too obvious. Who would actually believe that she was a Spiritual Ability user?
When they arrived at the entrance of apartment number 7, Y 'lisabet held the lunch box under her arm while she searched her pocket for her keys. Yan Huang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window next to the door. Every apartment had a similar structure, and all the curtains were drawn. Y 'lisabet was no exception. Yan Huang glanced around in boredom. Suddenly, her gaze stopped below the curtain.
… That's not right, is it?
At this moment, the door lock finally opened with a click. Y 'lisabet invited her into the apartment as she said, "Not only that, I've also faced spirits before …"
Yan Huang ignored her nagging. The moment she entered the apartment, she immediately turned around and stared at the floor-to-ceiling window next to the door.
'Should I tell Y' lisabet?
If I tell her, won't the rumors about my mental instability prove true? '
"What's the matter?" the psychic asked.
Yan Huang widened her eyes and stared at her for a few seconds. Then, she looked around the apartment. Y 'lisabet didn't seem to notice anything amiss at all.
"Do you live alone?" She asked for confirmation.
"Yes."
"Then … didn't you see?" Yan Huang pointed at the curtain and stammered, "Just now … just now when you opened the door, there was a pair of bare feet standing below the curtain."
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