Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1412: Minus 1

Elizabeth found that she had been getting better and better at deceiving people recently.

After agreeing to Pink's conditions and secretly meeting Pink twice, the next plan gradually took shape in her mind. To get people to believe her is hard to say and easy to say - she needs to uncover as many hidden facts as possible that others don't know.

To put it another way, she is more like a detective than a goddess.

The good news is that "Ms. Chen" disappeared from her home and went to someone unknown, finally allowing Elizabeth to live a normal life. At first, she thought "Miss Chen" was planning to scare her by appearing unexpectedly. She waited in fear for two days, but she never saw the shadow of that thing again.

While that thing disappeared, she had to hurry up and complete the game mission.

"...There is something you are striving for, but it has always been shrouded in mist, making you unable to find it."

This is not the first time she has said this; now when Elizabeth makes nonsense, even Miss Chen shows a wavering look mixed with surprise and suspicion - it is no longer the same as before The deputy listener looked too lazy to listen and scoffed.

Of course, Miss Chen will definitely be unable to find it. After all, the thing she wants is in Pink's hands at the moment, and she doesn't know where the child has hidden it.

The strange thing is that after Ms. Chen drugged Grandma Pink again, she somehow never touched her again; perhaps because she couldn't suppress her anxiety. It is said that every time she was a guest, she would be in other people's homes. The traces of looking around and moving hands and feet are becoming more and more obvious.

"The reason why you need this thing has an inescapable relationship with your past." This is of course nonsense. There is of course a reason why Ms. Chen wants Grandma Pink's identity information, and this reason is impossible to happen. in the future. Elizabeth and Miss Chen were standing in the corridor, which was not the place to talk, so she smiled softly 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 words, but shook her head with regret, and then walked away; as she walked, she felt Miss Chen's eyes still lingering on her back. Elizabeth checked the first check mark on the to-do list in her mind - today's deception against Ms. Chen was completed.

"I...I'm afraid that if this continues, I will be killed by him first...I can't delay it anymore, I can't delay it anymore..."

In the second apartment she visited, Yan Huang was hugging her knees, sitting on the bed close to the wall, mumbling inarticulately. Her eyeballs were white and round, almost unfocused, and seemed to fall out when they stared forward; Elizabeth even felt that she might have forgotten that there was someone beside her.

"What are you going to do?" she asked tentatively, "Now the neighbors in the building feel that you are gradually recovering."

"Not enough!" Yan Huang suddenly raised his head and his tibia made a "cluck" sound. "If he can't treat me as a psychopath, it's time to start thinking of other ways - I, I can't let him succeed. I have to let him first... let him first..."

It's not okay to strike first. If Yan Huang really broke out and people found out that she had been pretending, Elizabeth would lose at least Hei Peng as a "believer"; she talked hard and used all the occult words she could think of, and finally stabilized for the time being. Lived in Yanhuang.

"You listen to me, because I can have a glimpse of the destiny." She vowed, "Have you taken good care of that baby recently?"

If she wanted to appear recovered, she had to start taking care of her children. Just to get the baby into Yan Huang's sight, Elizabeth had to put in a lot of effort - she had to make up a lie that Hei Peng had a child with an outside woman, and then she was finally convinced by Yan Huang, who already thought Hei Peng was extremely evil. Huang heard it.

Yan Huang stiffened his neck and nodded after a while.

How many days are left until the game ends? Elizabeth wiped her sweat and thought to herself. There are only twelve days left, right? As long as she is held for another twelve days, the goal will be accomplished.

As long as Yan Huang can continue to maintain the illusion of normality, Hei Peng's trust will be preserved. Recently, she has been visiting Hei Peng and Yan Huang every day. In addition to relying on them for lunch, she can also maintain their trust in her; for Elizabeth, this is already a daily routine.

She knew too little about her remaining neighbors.

Elizabeth walked along the corridor to the door of Apartment No. 1, looked at Mao Kui at the door, and poured down all the water in the bottle in her hand. She liked this pot of cat sunflower, but was worried that the drunk owner in Apartment No. 1 could not take good care of it, so she came down from time to time to water it. Besides, she could also pretend to water it and secretly listen to what was going on in Apartment No. 1 for a while. ; Although so far, she has basically gotten no useful clues.

"I wish you could tell me what happened inside," Elizabeth sighed, and said to herself to Mao Kui: "I heard that he and Abby had a big fight and they both started fighting. ..."

Maokui waved a few times in the breeze, not sure if he really had anything to say.

Elizabeth touched the top leaf of the catflower and was about to turn around when she suddenly rolled her eyes and stopped. She had been wandering around the door of Apartment No. 1 many times recently, and this was the first time she heard a sound other than purring from Barbeque Hu. She pretended to observe the growth of Mao Kui, 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.

...The faint voice belonging to Barbecue Hu was singing a lullaby.

The only baby in this building is at Yanhuang and Heipeng's house, whom she just met; Yaobahu has no children, so what lullaby should he sing? And as he sang, his voice was cut off by sobs, and gradually turned into a low moan-like cry.

Is this person mentally ill?

Full of doubts, Elizabeth left the door of Apartment No. 1 as quietly as possible. The two female college students seemed to be the most normal people in the building. She really couldn't find a breakthrough point, and she didn't think they were hiding anything secret. After thinking for a while, she decided to start with Mr. Guan on the second floor. Take action.

Everyone in the building knows that he has a crush on Jessica. I wonder if she can take advantage of this?

Elizabeth quickly got the answer to this question.

"Sorry," Mr. Guan said with a distant look, "I'm not interested in divination and wish-making."

Before she could think of what to say to retain his attention, Mr. Guan had already slammed the door with a bang.

Well, this is another tough nut to crack.

Elizabeth sighed, feeling that she still had to discuss it with Pinkett, and shuffled towards the last house in the building - the apartment No. 8 next door to her was where Abby lived.

"Abby?"

After four or five ringings of the doorbell, no one answered the door; she knocked on the door and called, "Are you home? I'm Elizabeth."

There was still silence in Apartment No. 8. ~IndoMTL.com~ It was obviously impossible for her not to be at home... Elizabeth looked in along the crack of the window for a while, it was too dark to make out anything, and knocked on the door again, but no one answered. She looked around and saw that the neighbors in the building seemed to be at home, so she reached out and quietly grasped the door handle and turned it.

The door is unlocked.

Elizabeth opened the door and slowly walked into the cool darkness behind it. The air in the house was stagnant, heavy, and mixed with a sharp and pungent smell.

Even before turning on the lights, she knew what awaited her in the house.

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 in the center like a work of art. There were wounds all over her body, as if a layer of skin had been swept away by the furious wind and rain; the most eye-catching thing was that her legs were spread apart and resting on the edge of the overturned sofa, with a pool of blood underneath her body. It has dried up.

Elizabeth screamed.