Y'lisabet found that she was getting better and better at deceiving people recently.
After agreeing to Pink's conditions and secretly meeting Pink twice, the next step of her plan gradually took shape in her mind. It was both difficult and simple to make everyone believe her. She needed to dig out as many secrets as possible that no one else knew.
In other words, she was more like a detective than a witch.
The good news was that "Miss Chen" had disappeared from her house. She had no idea where she went. Finally, Y'lisabet could live like a normal person. At first, she thought that "Miss Chen" was preparing to surprise her by appearing out of nowhere. She waited anxiously for two days, but she never saw the shadow of that thing again.
While that thing was gone, she had to hurry up and complete the game mission.
"… There is something that you have been diligently seeking, but it is always hidden in the fog. You can't find it no matter how hard you look."
It was not the first time she had uttered such nonsense. Miss Chen showed a mixture of astonishment and suspicion when Elizabeth spouted such nonsense. She no longer looked as disdainful and disdainful as she did before.
Of course, Miss Chen would definitely not find it. After all, the thing she wanted was in Pink's hands at the moment. She did not know where the child had hidden it.
Strangely enough, after Miss Chen drugged Pink's grandma again, she did not do it again. Perhaps it was because she could not suppress her anxiety. It was said that every time she was a guest, she would look around in other people's houses, and the signs of touching them became more and more obvious.
"The reason why you need this thing has an inextricable relationship with your past." Of course, this was also nonsense. Miss Chen certainly had a reason for wanting Pink's grandma's identity information, and this reason could not happen in the future. Y'lisabet and Miss Chen were standing in the corridor. It was not a place to talk, so she smiled gently and said, "I can divine for you based on your past and lead you to that thing, but if you are still stubborn …"
She did not finish her sentence. She just shook her head regretfully and walked away. As she walked, she felt Miss Chen's gaze lingering on her back. Y'lisabet ticked the first tick on the to-do list in her mind — Today's deception against Miss Chen was completed.
"I … I'm afraid that if this goes on, I'll be killed by him first … I can't delay any longer, I can't delay any longer …"
In the second apartment she visited, Yan Huang was hugging her knees and sitting on the bed against the wall, mumbling incoherently to herself. Her eyes were white and round, almost unfocused. When she stared ahead, they looked as if they were going to fall out. Y'lisabet even felt that she might have forgotten that she was beside her.
"What are you going to do?" she asked tentatively. "Now the neighbors in the building all think that you're gradually recovering."
"It's not enough!" Yan Huang suddenly raised his head, and a cracking sound came from his shin. "If he can't get rid of me as a psychopath, he should start thinking of other ways — I, I can't let him succeed. I have to let him … let him … "
She could not take the initiative to gain the upper hand. If Yan Huang were to really explode and let people know that she had been pretending all along, Y'lisabet would at least lose Hei Peng as a 'believer'. She tried every possible way to persuade Yan Huang and used all the mysticism words she could think of to temporarily calm her down.
"You listen to me because I can see the arrangements of fate," she vowed. "Have you been taking good care of the baby recently?"
If she wanted to appear as if she had recovered, she had to start taking care of her child. Y'lisabet had spent a lot of effort just to let the baby enter Yan Huang's vision. She had to make up a lie about Hei Peng having a child with another woman before Yan Huang, who already thought that Hei Peng was evil beyond redemption, heard it.
Yan Huang's neck stiffened, and she nodded after a long while.
'How many days until the end of the game?' Y'lisabet thought to herself as she wiped her sweat. 'Only twelve days left, right? As long as I can stall her for another twelve days, my goal will be accomplished.
As long as Yan Huang can continue to maintain the illusion of normalcy, Hei Peng's trust will be preserved. Recently, Y'lisabet visited Hei Peng and Yan Huang every day. In addition to relying on them for lunch, she could also maintain their trust in her. For Y'lisabet, this was already a daily routine.
As for the remaining few neighbors, she knew too little information.
Y'lisabet walked along the corridor to the door of apartment No. 1. She looked at the cat sunflower at the door and poured the water in the bottle in her hand. She liked the pot of cat sunflower, but she was worried that the drunken owner of apartment No. 1 would not take good care of it, so she would come down from time to time to water it. Besides, she could also pretend to be watering it to eavesdrop on the activities in apartment No. 1 for a while. So far, she basically did not get any useful clues.
"If only you could tell me what happened inside," Y'lisabet sighed and said to the cat sunflower, "I heard that he and Abby quarreled so badly that they got physical …"
The cat sunflower swayed a few times in the breeze, and no one knew if it really had something to say.
Y'lisabet touched the top leaf of the cat sunflower. When she was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly rolled her eyes and stopped. Recently, she had wandered in front of apartment No. 1 many times, but this was the first time she heard a sound other than Roasted Meat Beard's snoring. She pretended to observe the growth of the cat sunflower, squatted down, and pricked up her ears.
She imagined that she might hear all kinds of things, but she never thought that she would hear this from apartment No. 1.
Roasted Meat Beard's faint voice was singing a lullaby.
The only baby in this building was in Yan Huang and Hei Peng's house, which she had just met. Roasted Meat Beard did not have a child, so why was he singing a lullaby? And as he sang, his voice was cut off by the whimpers, and gradually turned into a low, moaning sob.
Was there something wrong with this person's mind?
Y'lisabet left apartment No. 1 as quietly as she could with doubts in her mind. The two female students seemed to be the most normal people in the building. She really could not find a breakthrough point, and she felt that they did not seem to be hiding anything. After thinking for a while, she decided to start with Mr. Guan, who lived on the second floor.
Everyone in the building knew that he had a crush on jESSICA. Would she be able to take advantage of this?
Y'lisabet soon got the answer to this question.
"I'm sorry," Mr. Guan said with a distant look, "I'm not interested in divination and wishes."
Before she could think of what to say to keep his attention, Mr. Guan had already slammed the door with a "dong" sound.
Well, another tough bone to chew.
Y'lisabet sighed. She felt that she still had to discuss with Pinkett, so she dragged her feet and walked to the last apartment in the building — the apartment No. 8 next to hers, where Abby lived.
"Abby?"
After ringing the doorbell four or five times, no one answered. She knocked on the door and called, "Are you home? I'm Y'lisabet. "
There was still silence in apartment No. 8.
"It's impossible that she's not home …" Y'lisabet peeked through the crack in the window for a while, but she could not see anything. She knocked on the door again, but there was still no answer. She looked around and saw that all the neighbors were at home. She reached out her hand and turned the doorknob.
The door was not locked.
Y'lisabet pushed the door open and slowly walked into the cool darkness behind the door. The air in the apartment was stagnant and heavy, mixed with a pungent smell.
Even before she turned on the light, she already knew what was waiting for her in the apartment.
She gently turned on the light in the living room.
Amidst the shattered cups and plates, overturned tables and chairs, and the mess in the room, Abby's twisted body was displayed like a work of art. Her body was covered in wounds, as if a layer of skin had been ripped off by the raging wind and rain. The most eye-catching thing was that her legs were spread apart, resting on the edge of the overturned sofa. There was a puddle of dried blood under her body.
Y'lisabet screamed.
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